Everyone

Everyone needs a thneed

Fuji apples spill lethargically

a joyous bounty

yellow and red and orange

cascading downwards endlessly

but upstream–trouble

do you step up or do you portage

spinning, rushing, drifting

rocks gash and slash at the surface

thunderous surge and quick lightning

turning, paddling, splashing

but downstream–bliss

or close to it at least

soaked everywhere despite precautions

at the mercy of the beast

is where you’ll know it the least

no time for thought, just reaction

most merciful beast I entreat ye

 

 

Luna Lunes

passion embedded in the reeds

as they gaze at the pale small moon

shyly, at first, then brazenly and flagrantly

it consumed everything it undulated in cold circles

spiraling towards bliss

a cat watched from a distance

it licked its paw

and pondered the deepest of inquiries

in its little kitty brain

with thoughts of yarn and mice interwoven in warm squares

toasty winters of icy spectacles

land on your feet, feline friend

else find yourself an ugly end

one of one less than ten

but let’s not get bogged down by details

when such opportunity abounds

let your problems melt away

put pen to paper let your mind stray

and it’s all good, ask the gato

there’s more to it all than sex and violence

despite the soap operas

the bird calmly coasts over it all

chirping shrilly

 

8:37–pm? (addicted)

sittin in the dark

laughing quietly

it’s all derelict

the bottom of the spoon is black

I taste the last hit going stale in my mouth

Shirt scratches my back where I can’t reach

I’ve lost my friends

one by one

to commercialism

I dance when no one’s watching

I peer out the window through the blinds

and decide it’s better holed up in here

the headlights blind me gently

like a cold nose on a warm day

like a clear blend of emotion and intellect burning on the spoon

idly melting and hissing

I get high to forget what I did to get high last time

my eyes hurt when I need my fix

I feel like I’m running in the sand

another O.D. …

barefoot in long jeans that come down over my feet

the sand flies and my legs pump and my heart bangs

but I go nowhere

I need to clean the lab

not sterile

a fly

a contaminant!

chasing so long I feel like I’m the one being chased in reverse

stained pillowcase buried in half-smoked cigarettes

a leaf blew in the door the other day

it reminded me to eat

I wish I were ready

to quit all this, but not just yet

not just yet.