rev

clamps down
on the automobile,
energy surges

going nowhere

anticipation

water rushes & the
holes in your head
accumulate, festering

anxiety

flies rise from the dusty ground
flitting around the light,
& cat paws at the air aimlessly.

progress

billboards smile down
main street's crowded
nowadays
& the barber shop
on the corner closed

rain falls from the sky.

oklahoma

dust in the cracks
of a faded smile,
the creaking chair
hit by tumbleweed.
grey sky and beige clouds,
red earth unwillingly
parts from its roots

a leaving song

the sky waits impatiently
for the moon to arrive,
watching with anxiety as
the sun drags its feet
across the horizon.

timekeeper

dust flies up,
and the cars never stop
to check on the status
of the lack of life.

jernalistik endevors

blank white pages stare,
lines beg to be defied

driving in the rain

wheels skid
and run into a cross
on the side of the road,
crushing flowers

cutting through the fog

the trickling water
seeps into our pores,
pouring down
without a care from the sky

rejuvenation &
an opportunity
for the roots
in our souls to
rejoice.

thunderstorms

water droplets form
glass paperweights
on the leaves of ferns.

the weighty liquid seeps through
past the tendrils of bright green
hidden by a stop sign.

life passes by daily.

new ampersand improved

fence posts break
when dead trees
crush the restrictions

spring pushes through

icicles glimmer
breaking up the sun's rays
dancing in the dripping
water hits the ground
and sinks into the roots

soil regenerates
ashen state rejuvenated
droplets run their fingers over
the ground tilling the dirt
& seeping through
(gentle caresses
sooth the backbone)

material gain

before I reach
twenty syllables,
you will have discovered
the meaning of

haiku story

{these function fine separately, but also go together.}

stars shine on, and the
sky's reflection doesn't fade.
Filled with emptiness.

blankets spread over
fields of grass, car parked in the
ant hills-collateral.

girl looks sideways &
the silence is gold, but at
this point, don't turn back.

insects cry out. Perhaps
there may be new beginnings,
but their homes are gone.

boy rolls over; his hands
capture a grasshopper. Lives
balance violently.

struggles are pointless,
& clasped hands wash out past crimes.
Humanity's shameless.

uncertainty

much like the way
that this sentence will begin
but never end this conversation,
(that I am having with myself &)
thoughts trickle down,
rain keeps falling.

silence

fill the room
with conversation,
empty out the
soul & mind.

bodies take
over

calculated efforts

tear ducts
can't be taped
shut; eye colors
don't change

& (injecting dye
into the iris
causes pain;
an attempted
metamorphosis)

academia

yellow highlighters
fade away; every
season has its end
& the leaves all
fall eventually

(comes, but the ink
dried out)

existences, draft two

Flowers, they'll all
wilt one day-
after all,
spring isn't gifted with
eternity.

Yet it doesn't mean
the world will stop spinning.
Even the dead petals
will turn into something
that much more beautiful
after they've fallen.

And their existences may never
be appreciated while they bloom,
but who's to say
what their meaning was
while they were alive?

*co-credits go to Amy Ho

and when the saints come marchin' in

Do you wonder
why drum beats
sound like sex?

There's some monotony
to it that
I just can't
understand.

note to the reader

PLEASE ANALYZE MY
POETRY; I PROMISE
YOU THAT EVERY
LAST LINEBREAK, AND
EXTRA SPACE MEANS
SOMETHING; IN NO WAY AT ALL
IS THERE EVEN THE
POSSIBILITY THAT MAYBE
MY PUBLISHER JUSTMADE A MISTAKE.
GOOD POETRY CAN ONLY
BE REALISED, APPARENTLY,
WHEN DISSECTED
UNDER A MICROSCOPE.

satisfaction

cracked pepper kernel
stuck between the teeth
with a huge grin

universal meaning

crunch of autumn leaves
underneath the falling tree trunk

acorns scattered all around,
life giving & taking.
(soil regenerates.)

deadlines

the cracks in your hands
& holes in your spine

eat away the
acids of the day
(& accumulate,
fermenting.)

parental guidance

What a hullabaloo,
for I am trapped
(Ahoy! The water’s breaking!)
in(& out of)an amniotic* egg-
such is life (this place of
mortality)I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
(were I to lose) to
you-the most price, less
(all would be forsaken)
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*AMNIOTIC-amnion, n. pl. amnions or amnia: A thin, tough, membranous sac that encloses the embryo or fetus of a mammal, bird, or reptile. It is filled with a serous fluid in which the embryo is suspended.
Dictionary.com, 2005/12/23

ampersand love

hearts don't belong
on their sides
or on their back

& sometimes,
when they break
you can hear
the shattering

on the sides of the roads
in your arteries

& love.

backseat

the sky's sparkling

because the stars are crying,
and the gods are laughing at us;
forming the shapes of our lives

in the sand freely

fingertips lightly altering pathways

we carved for ourselves

with an air of permanence

so let's run away tonight

but I'll never be able to give you head;
see, I don't like

getting on my knees

blurb.

I like nature,
&sometimes
it kicks me
in the face.

when you run your fingers through my hair ...

fingertips
the shade of
flower petals
in the sun,

glistening with
morning rain (&
dog's breath

panting heavily)

meadows

spin hard enough
and the skirt will form a halo
around your waist

lace surrounding your senses,
(lavender enveloping
your sense of smell) &
summer is never in the air

anymore

new beginnings

ordinary days
pass by slower
than the one before.

last moments always
go by the fastest

grassy pastures

sheer persistence
may have had a factor in this;
sometimes, goats don't like
to be forced to eat (& they rebel)

existences

the sun still shines
the day after.
(you're dead)

dominance

ice freezes over a branch
clear coating of sugary nature.

little boy chomps it down
& the little girl nibbles;
(they are reprimanded
for exchanging gender roles.)

&&& a sense of urgency

sometimes,
(kittens sleep in circles
dogs chase their tails)

&humans walk on by
unpertubed

the circle of life

salmon swim upwards
and the bears
go right on down

(because spiral staircases
never really lead anywhere anyways)

miniature

like tiny seashells
in your cupped palm,
flower petals
will all one day wilt

(from too much air
and too little water)

cough

twelve year old
dies of papercuts
(love notes written on
notebook paper

&inkstains on her heart)

fragile

dolls&paper
made of dust
don't hold up

in the rain

closure

wrap your fingers
around my spine

push past the flesh
&gently bend
paper clips
from wire cutters

indeterminancy

giant towers
&little girl
hugs the leg
of the beast

crushing
its ability to hurt her
(loved&cherished)

subjectivity

little girl looks
down at her doll
says"honey I want to be beautiful like you"

porcelain eyes stare
up lifeless
&they're both discontent

smooth

like unfinished wood
rainbow arches
turn to red and yellow

consumer drive bys
on the side of the road

&everyone's happy about it

roadside excursions

little girl walks alongside the pool
slashed yellow floaties on
her arms(are bruised and bent up)
from chasing her dog through the woods earlier

&the next day
her intestines are found
in the pool drainage

(slashed yellow remnants)