when unfed i curl up and pretend i am Desolation

the fickle sky is Nemesis
whenever I am the avatar of laundry.
i can be hungry for some sun,

i can want tufts of clouds to stash away,
to cram away, into the mouth…
but without a limb to reach that high

and with all the dampness in the world to dry
and with nothing to match my desire
i am without anything to wear for tomorrow


2023.mar.22

z&s: pub battle

zack and syl
with no drop spilled
they chugged some ale from sewers.

zack broke down
and syl got crowned
the queen of bumbling boozers.



2022.jun.14

komiserate

i know how you feel, i do,
i have walked the miles in your shoes.

stillborn smiles stalled behind the lips
paroled in a thousand years but long have sailed the ships.

my 'i love yous' blurred into i, deserts between, and you
my confession sold as terror or ire - neither the truth

the eons stretched on as long as your lashes
my confession aged - i wish as wine, but no - as ashes.



2022.may.20

shade

unlike his brother who succumbed
to post-cancer surgery pain and implications,
the old dog managed to reach the end:
a full, long, - and i wager - happy, life.
he was chilling in the shade
when i went out for errands that Sunday morning,
he was chilling in the shade
when i came back late for lunch.
he passed quietly a little after that late lunch.
we planted this grandpa in the backyard.
perhaps in a different world
a dog tree will grow from his grave
from which we'd be picking puppies when in season.
i sense eyebrows raise at my musings.
i'm sorry, it was just...
it was a scorching early Sunday afternoon
out of the shade.



2022.apr.05

the distant present (halloween for the decades)

somewhere, the true world clock
takes back time by another second.
some time ago, the earth began
to rotate backwards.
revolve backwards.

somewhere over middle eastern sands
someone decides to poke america.
some american missiles fly over.
2001 war leftovers?

somewhere, the world rebuilds
another border. around my city,
every other street corner
puts up a barrier.

and some time soon, a foreign songbird
singing north from here, will entice me
to add more to my music CDs
oh these 2020s
dressed up like 2000s

it must be halloween for the decades



2021.feb.28 (or it could be some time 2001)

eriS

singer and song
arrest my attention, again.
silence, my treasured silence, lay upon your
altar, my discordia.
knelt, i kneel under your
influence; not fluent, in your tongue.

even so, ever so
reliant to fall to, and
intoxicated by, your honeyed melodies.



2021.jan.29

the haven where storms sleep

i fell into the haven
where storms could sleep
and there i found her asleep
undressed
of her winds, undressed
of her lightnings, undressed
of her thunders, she was
a different kind of
beautiful -

i fell for her serenity
the danger speeding towards
being realized, that thrill,
still, at peace she was
a different kind of
exhilarating -

still in a way she was the same,
she kept me rooted in place,
enraptured albeit with
a different kind of
spell,
standing there waiting to be
dismantled by her to debris -

then i fell for the moment
she opened her eyes to mine
she yawned a spark, exhaled
a crackle, a hint
of herself into the air
and at me, and for me, a smile
as she put on
her winds, she put on
her lightnings, she put on
her thunders, and i was
standing there waiting to become
a different kind of
alive



2020.jan.28