How To Fly

sleep well
if you are able
worries magnet
gravity doubt pain
all that is potential
and likely true
beware the brain
believe your chest
will it
if you think
you can't
drop
reach for a ledge
out of sensibleness
side bet on safety
fall
don't be surprised
those on the ground
don't see you
joy up

What I Wrote On A Pyramid Wall 3,000 Years Ago

radiation off words forms new words one day
and we'll reminisce about all we tried to say

the way hair wanders from my head
until a lit sparkler sits atop my neck

our world destroyed by a culture of dancing bears
while gold and guns kept the death hammer down

television can't afford truth, its audience, lazy,
stupid, wanting only to see themselves now

the nature of reality unstudied much
so we can talk talk talk to get along

undefeated, alone,with no idea why
we can't change the subject

I Don't Agree With Myself, Or Anybody Else

why leads to lie

and don't give me a whiff of if

every person walks by

in their own universe.

the sky walls me off

green grass holds me up

with nothing down below

unless i dig to find it

trees all mourn over water

but we ain't heard nothing yet

millions dead with no freeze

to kill the bugs

and people wonder how

i'm going to die after

the cancer diagnosis

like everybody else, I guess

Brake Pad

In a building where the walls are live

and your mother's argument with your aunt

takes up 25% of your entire vision

and it seems like all of your hearing, and

you may wonder kind of hoax is this?!?!

My favorite thing is my fear of death.

It made me the toddler that I was

when someone told me someone died

and they'd never be back, and I learned

what never meant, slowly, over every day

And I guess I travelled a lot in this life

to avoid Mr. Death, or maybe see him,

briefly, at the end of a night, arrived

for some other poor sucker, drunk,

walked into the street, run over dead.

The fear of death keeps us safe

from the jinx of denying it, and

making the underworld angry

enough to kill a ton of us at once

in a tornado or earthquake, bus crash.

I’m not laughing. it's just the avenue

of "I Walk Alone," and how you find it,

how you get there, how you go further.

Blackstar night followed by ocean day,

loud jungle dark, assault of dawn.

Shapeshifter peace, just as they found

oregano in the dna of some Italians,

and photos that were more than photos.

The lion's roar is the jet taking off.

Make believe, then, weightless goodbye.

Calling Out The Haiku Power of Words

in a major thrust

all the words got filled up right

in spite of the law

Foundational

there were always phantoms  another world right on top of this one we can't stop to even see it all when the rent's due or it's time for more groceries or the car won't start or maybe it's finally time to try and buy a house  we get it quick from the content box, but it never says much not like someone who's been staring at the big dimensions of life  for a long time maybe that person knows what is being said or what we're supposed to say  ah, civilization is mostly distraction

Found

There it was, the fogtown bridge,

getting ready to blow its girders

in a night of unforgiving dark,

darkness that welcomed me.

I was a poet

who believed in the many gods

and distrusted the rule of guns
as part of a thought process.

Robbers had struck, and left the train

on full throttle, despite a deadman.

This is when I wrote my first poem

about a river god that rose up

to let a train ride across its back

and reach the other side in safety.

I won't ask you to believe me.

I will ask you to be free.