31 October, 2009 - "Montecito Complex, 1986"

Montecito Complex, 1986

Clouds, Crimson:
Snapping branches the sky tumbles downward,
Machines rolling onward,
Manufactured Men strung along the Forest
Stagger past the sleeping Cardinals
Toward the factories.
Uniforms, Yellow:
Alarms whine with exhaustion,
Elation,
Workers dancing in unison grab levers,
Children in a Toy Box,
Daunting tasks rendered menial,
Not meaningless,
Active, proactive, Professional.
Springing above inferior superiors-
Supervisors-
Penthouse, Purple:
Hands adorning the regal halls,
Nails supporting custom portraits,
Drapes of hair shielding the sun,
Cinder Block Smiles Illuminating
Lampshades of Flesh,
Ocular ice cubes spilling vodka
Over Your rugs of marrow.
Tumbling skies puncturing Your palace,
Standing above the flattened vendors,
Immobile and Ascending,
Grazing eyes survey the barren surface.
Tombstones, Blue:

27 October, 2009 - Glasgow Picnic

Glasgow Picnic

Swallowed by the forest I frantically search,
Buzzing and humming from the distance
Uncontrollable.
Leaves crunching with each coming step,
Frost hanging blissfully, gasps of freedom
Circling the brush,
Eternally Lifeless.
Oaks becoming shopping mall mannequins,
Mocking each scratch, my futile gnawing.
Slugs loaded up in the chamber
Pointed at my temple,
Eyes gazing with passion and coldness,
Numbly Ecstatic,
Biting and Breaking,
Firing,
Optimistic.

26 October, 2009 - Haiku

Acorns tumble Down
Splitting malnourished Branches
uprooting Forests

new intersections
twisting through the dismal town:
Faulty Wiring.

Sparrows flying West.
Tornadoes running Eastward.
Finding Hollywood

20 October, 2009 - Ragnarok

"Ragnarok"

Perched upon the telephone pole the crows watch the trash yard,
Miniature trapeze artists hopping with a surgeon's precision,
Wallowing in the culmination of earthly aroma, rising out of existence.
Swatted by the charred tires and week old cardboard coffee cups,
Chirps and shrilled squawks comment on the scurrying mice below.
Scampering from Chinese take-out cartons to towering soup cans,
Collecting for the night, scouring the yard's confines.
Cackles as the creatures stare at the colonies of rats nesting,
Holed up in worn out sneakers,
Piled atop one another like building blocks,
Defending the last rotten apple.
Swooping downwards in unison the crows grab the rodents,
By broken backs, wriggling tails, or paws in talon,
Weaving through telephone wires during ascension,
Roosting once more after the feast.
Rain drizzles down on the broken beaks,
Cawing for the lightning to strike.

6 August, 2009 - Haiku

Charred flakes fall lightly
Upon cracking desert skies.
Children burn away.

5 June, 2009 - Haiku

Raindrops brightly gleam
Upon the magnolia,
Blades grinding closer

4 June, 2009 - Mirror Haiku

Morning rolls with pride,
The between hours fade out,
Night blankets the sky

Night blankets the sky,
The between hours fade out,
Morning rolls with pride

1 June, 2009 - Haiku

Dew upon the grass
Evaporates each mourning.
Children shriek and starve.

30 May, 2009 - Untitled

Thrice through the night the clock blasts,
Waking the dead, walking with vigor
Past bustling cities and farms so vast
As Cain's child cuddles the trigger.

March 27th, 2009 - "Evening Scenes Performed inside the Ford"

“Evening Scenes Performed inside the Ford”

He holds me, my Father, rocking me lazily,
Whispers find my ear, overflowing compassion,
Confidence flowing inside my crystallized veins
Delivering, lethargically, signs of slow smoke.

Down, through clouds, I fall. Divine eyes scanning His Earth
Lovingly fixed upon huddling, famished masses.
Penetrating fluff, breaking seams, dodging jet planes
He gently guides me, with safety, to His surface.

He spies on me weekly, sending cards on Christmas,
Assuring me of His presence every Easter,
Calling me on weekends with unwavering care.
His glory eternal, always necessary.

Up, in chains, I search. Judges gazing upon me.
Sun rays caress my scalp like fingers holding coal.
Crowds shout as I, with a son’s confidence, confess:
I shot the Devil. And the blade fell.