evol love

a simple act.
like opening the eyes,
as subtle as
the north wind, which
ain’t so subtle.
yet we beseech
an open heart
kept, as if
this tenderness
was automatic,
like waking up.

and don’t fuck around
with it. love
is such a selfish
immolation. cute
sideways murder,
so studied, pondered,
pandered to the petty
bourgeois masses.
nobody remembers
anything anymore.

just the last dead lover.
or mind-authority parentage.

ain’t it true?
that love is an evil word?
backwards, in a word,
evol?
love can be inside
out, like
ripping out your guts to see
history’s gas chamber. you
and that self, if only
because you can.

fantasies disturb
deep waters. therein
lies fear, reflective.
evil twin love.
a double-edged sword
seeks blood.
we give willingly.

rote night

it is at night
this is ritual. when we
invent some word
of mixed company. we
find some way past
time. inching closer
to fantasy. to
discover flesh
like the first time.
trying to enter the temple,
we need to talk to god.
this is the way and we
cannot let go.
even with sweat or tears.
and sometimes blood
or other parts
of a protein ocean.
this is the only time we
talk to each other.
to god?
we end in sleep.

begging belief

it begs then, to reinvent.
to begin again. not being
what was. it gathers
those rain clouds. sunny
elsewhere. we want to shine.
and way too long have we
missed, out of sight. hindsight
disappears in reared views
mirrored by this
tortured culture. we
look for hope, but, like
where?

we beggar our beliefs, lie
in a child’s face. what
world is this? it that is
born. infancies, toddles,
falls decades headlong
downhill until death do its part.
where do you find this
life along the way?
discounted, taxed, lotteried,
tuitioned, or miracled, or maybe
in the trash? this world.
which one is this?

billions of them. under threat.
imposing. at war over the way
you want to die. with life
somewhere between the lies.

these beliefs. we the beggars.
and it begs reinvention.
or something.
backwards vision of some
redemption.
or we die, lying
to the children.

unnecessity

unnecessity, in
essence
escaping, scraped
bottom churned golden
dust, must
needs wanted
mustn’t coincide, with
in l/imitations.
imagine: miraging
mirrors meant for no
one but me.

there are things.
they are perhaps un
true. or miss
lead. weights
upon a mind.

once,
upon a time
less
like these, but
f/rooted in
abundance, once
upon a wonder
ful life. and it is
inward. in
word.
and deed.

this history reads
like novel
concepts, except
it is off the
page, staged
in outer --

     space.

it’s
what’s needed, if
I must.

fall feelings

these days, air sharpens
the crystalline
light bronzed
against the autumned
leaves departing
for winter’s burial ground.
geese flock south, seeking
their summered spring boarding
in warmer pastures.

light is longingly drawn
out, stretched
beyond horizons
topped with reflective
mountains.

all things still, stilled
like distilled thoughts,
a season
fraught with naught
but potential for future
rebirth.

waves of placidness punctuate
these
moments, monuments
to planetary motion;
autumn is an emotion
and leaves
falling are feelings, crisp
with sweetness
as if
apples were really
eyes, beholding
this otherness,
this togetherness.

we all sink, suns
set and we rise
to meet this
new day.
always.

questions

who
what
where
when
why
and how:
so many questions
with infinite answers.

they soak up the world
with brown eyes
curiously searching,
seeking sense
in a world of sensation.

with eager ears
they take in what’s told,
repeating with rapt
attention, making connections
with constant questions.

spring is eternal
in the heart of children,
growing and reaching,
clamoring for potential,
rising toward the sun,
raising their youthful banner.

it’s a mystery to be unlocked,
everything is a puzzle
riddled with possibilities,
life goes on living
and they lead the way, unafraid.

solid fire

they took their form from
solid earth
and forged their flame through
a river of blood.

it is no mistake
that their essence
is a deep fire
rooted in bedrock.

they maintain balance
in burrowing yet growing,
playing with fire
even while digging.

one for each half,
one for each other,
one for the whole,
for father, brother and mother