Where it holds value Like ampoules of placebo But sugar and water and hope Driven in An intoxicating swoosh Thrust in, currents That run down the American dream
A big brawny man with spike and hammer Pounds determination into steel With breathe heaving spit Electrolytes draining from brow Below the furrow a face the shape Of white molten mud Labor belts harmony with his spike
Ping Ping The placebo takes the rhythm of faith Ping Until the morning grace ....
I hold it Hot hot In my hand My eyes shoot In Axis Mundi Ever opposite It’s grounding source However similar It’s everlong Time imprinted Held snug My eyes To the stars Like this diamond Chrysalis Of Chrystaline Hot hot In my hand My eyes shoot Im Axis Mundi Beyond the heat Axis of Petdition .............,,,,,.
To see this highway, And a vision beyond it Beside it .. running along like threads that hold the keep Dirt roads that come to the middle and end A front door open , And shut a thousand times and holding its secrets still..
In my rear view , And front. A haze of dust collected there
My eyes are wide against rest. A yellow line will spin out hours ahead of me before they find comfort and closure against a pillow
It has served some purpose My human being My strength in episodic reach The collaborative effect Come pheromones to nostrils That rounds pupils Breaking out in embrace Skin to skin for a moment Though it might chance souls touching
My human being alive Being proud of her show Being far beyond anything she once hoped to have appeared In the other minds eye Let alone .. daily plans Breakfast The normalcy of toast and butter, jelly And knowing exactly how we like each other's eggs...
I saw a Heron today. He was flying, with fierceness. Fiercely flying. His head was tucked back into his shoulders, His wings were held in aggressive V’s. He was heading West off the lake at a 45 degree angle fast, furiously... driven by a purpose obviously large. I believed his purpose would be attainable, and hit with attack.
I have never seen a Heron with this particular character. One where I would assign it the anthropomorphic traits of a fighter pilot. I had only witnessed them, in states of calm and silence. Standing like saints, cloaked in ghostly blue, coming into my...