In This Exact Moment

Sometimes there is nothing invisible copse of not trees unabashedly naked denuded leaves decayed long ago A waterless lake with no surface or even a bottom Not negative Not positive lost batteries without charge waiting for remotes that don’t exist without thought

Luficerian Towers — an album of the times

Luciferian Towers (AllMusic.com) The Trumpian alt-right era feels of dread a sense of lost suspension in a long dirty fight fought with the hope that something more powerful will happen a pouring out of waves a foreboding expectation a compusion to believe in the promise of the horizon a brightening epiphany opening of the skies […]

Here

Here, sitting in my cube trying to be, still here, just here, still and quiet with the Grateful Dead “Don’t murder me, I beg of you don’t murder me, please don’t murder me” Trying to do, here, nothing here, but listen, shut out inside  voice, emails there and their instant messages. “I was born in the desert […]

Charlie Brown

A kite in the tree the crab apple tree Want to get it down the kite is stuck and you only shrug Say “Let the dog in” This is your life Charlie Brown A Monarch in the tree the kite is a Monarch Stuck in the tree In the crab apple tree Still you only […]

Population — On Oregon Stand Off

320 million lonely sparks of light shine for each other and sometimes by themselves, without an audience All moving, mostly circumscribed though some go astray, some falter some spin off, colliding with others destroying along their broken path some take, also breaking the calm, unto themselves what is not theirs some simply benignly sink or fade […]

Noise

Let sounds drip from finger tips onto guitar sting or keys on a board a slow soft arpeggio or pounding drums it doesn’t matter what just create some noise.  

The Monster Behind the Door

Behind the door, open almost always are small black puffs of Labrador hair flecks of white, red from a couple pits maybe a strand or two of husband/wife brown, his being a bit darker than hers a small but growing mass, protected behind the door, open almost always hidden from view and from broom which […]

Images of a Flood Plain

Spontaneously staged videos rigged reality filthies facets of life Oozes slow into the small cracks like water seeping though walls it’s just a trickle that introduces rot and drenches dreams and dirties fantasy stains shiny aspirations like rust on chrome Flooded plains of our resolve, putrid with rot with no vision of higher ground, we drown.