Sunday, June 27, 2010

Raining Frogs

Raining Frogs
I don't know much about frogs.
Water carried in skin and structure.
Compromise from fish to lizard.
Squishy science project redolent of formaldehyde.
I am not like that.
Surging ahead on time with a plan.
More Earth than Water.  More Air than Earth.
My mind's in the stars; see me waving from
constellations, from outside.
Outside of time, deep roots of imagination.
Totem tales inspire awe -- gaping chasms.
We know we will fall, always, forever.
Sacrifice, the price for salvation -- no One will
love us, sad, ugly, cruel.  Shriveled sacks of DNA,
bow to slaughter.  Daughters of destiny weep
even without knowing why.  None dare question.
It is given.  It is taken.
Today it is raining frogs.
Vast dark plops from Heaven's
lotus ponds.
Cracking bones, gushing blood,
revel in mortality.
Wiping new born guts from my vision,
I marvel.  A gaping cavern opens in
my mind.  It is clear, my plans must change.
The life I wrote them for buried in amphibious waste.
June 27, 2010

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Like a Pan of Stone

Like a Pan of stone,
ensorcelled, cast in pain
from home in mystic plains.
Immortal held below 
mundane sky.
Mercurial phase.
Experience teaches as recitation
never will.
Solitary sojourn.
Search cascading stills,
divine signs.
I fish for gutter snipes,
smoke to assuage hunger.
Haven't you?
Silly me, to contradict
your view.
When we met, I was still
so new.
Practice willful skills to habit.
Mindfully design impeccable spells.
Immerse in scintillating tidbits,
encrypted tones of Temple bells.
Silly Buddha tricks
are for kids, who sell
services for circuses.
This phase relaxes -- sings out for fun
Enjoy!  The next track looms ahead.
Stone bases crack, licked by the Sun,
Spirit dishonoured as dead
Glorious battles can start
in an era of heart.
Glorious peace can be found
in an era of mind.
Stories absorbed in the womb of man
in the day to day,
cast an unconscious play.
Until the Covenant is broken.
Astronished, stone breathes, alive.
Mature, Pan, self-freed, grieves
lost time. 

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

astral vision

Mystery mists of history holy crescent lightening sky
Calm anticipation early pinks crescend from eerie violets
Thunderous Jupiter twinkles like a happy kitten,
tummy extends for adoration
Omens, prophecy, hope for endless happy returns
quests into/out of space/mind
(without gravity, how can we fall ... or love?)
Aching for stars, planets, dreams,
silent assent that means all is promised
I touch a cosmic peak
breathless at such altitude
June 8, 2010

Sunday, June 6, 2010


There is purpose in the highs and lows
Flying over rocky terrain
entranced in sea waves, currents,
light of the Moon.
There is magic in the swoon,
the dizzy heights,
seeking ecstatic stars.
Carrying the seed below,
stumbling among rocks,
tillable soil,
carrying water,
stirring the mud into food
for hungry beaks,
falling entrenched away
from seeking.
Solidly aware
that touchpoint of glory
above the waves
June 6, 2010

Thursday, June 3, 2010

slip between the slicks

Under Lying Message
Coma Baby, any ubiquitous tragedy
Petroleum under the sea
breaking surface
fissures in our social contract
corroded wealth
corrupted Earth
Tell me a tale of forgiveness.
"Tough choices must be made!"
Congressional random phrases
The difference between faith and bliss
engine of tarry black submarine
leak of held back tears, grief of millennia
I feel America crying
taste salt, polluted brine, dystopia
The best hope for our regeneration
for our continuity
for our survival
Let GO
let the race be won
the trophy given
the competitors disperse
aglow in glory
while we who endure
quietly, quaintly, alive to each moment
slip between the slicks
June 3, 2010