Verdun

Verdun
in the sun.
Glazed.
Cherry shrub
spark ray.
Smells like toast
And unemployment.

Verdun
on the
run
through motorcycles
hacking coughs
pigeon chicks
and the rot.

the waves of clouds
balcony breakfasts
and burping cars

Verdun
left unsung
strewn out on laundry lines
worry wrinkles
and cigarette ash

Verdun Heroic
like the pigeon
who stole
the bagel
off his plate
in the only
fancy
restaurant
on the
block.

The Hollow Wake

Hey little flowers

you tower over ants

the ants eat my crumbs

the air is full of frequencies

the babbling brook inside

bubbles

doubles

down the hollow wake.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

'I am not, I will not be.
I have not, I will not have.
This frightens all children,
And kills fear in the wise.'
Nagarjuna

into empty

and now time hurtles you away

back-flip paradise

into empty

I see the memories

float

Your face, though burned on my everything

cannot cure me

cannot cure me

untitled

the dealer gave me bad cards
i played them well
but they were
shitty

THE SLOTHY TURTLE

The slothy turtle turned him down with a frown

she was in no mood for mister kisser's flashy fister

Her ways were ones of the goddesses

cavalling on the moon

with sceptors

and dragoons.

With a wave of the shell, slothy turtle slapped the suitor silly.

After all, his advancements had surpassed his familiarity.