wrinkle

intricate is
the line
that crawls from the
curved bone below
her ear.

the line
draped with subtle
colors and stones and metals
and medals
worth nothing more
than their sentiment.

the line
twining around lips
forgotten under fuschia
paste.

the line
discovers lips,
ones that kiss with
feathered air.

the line
halts
at the soft sway of
a dimpled chin.

the line
quests for new terrain.

seeks refuge in eyes
spilling with ample
life ahead to live
and a canvas of
flesh

unclaimed by the wrinkle.

a limbo of sorts

a laptop bursting
with business.

a tablet spilling with
something like
my story.

I am not
looking to make a
decision, just

trying to discover
an option.

too many lanterns
dangle by
chains from
artificial ceilings.

carved oak truss
sections off the
emotions from the
individualists.

he has not noticed
the minds around
him

and I cannot
find the reason
within my
dreams.

scene

I take hold of the sockets of your
eyes, electroshock your brain,
perfect visions erased by
long legs coiled around your
soul, warm your
body from the inside.
I rub the knots out of your neck
and place them in your
shoes, keep you stuck in
place. Your world flickers in a
cinematic fade sequence.
Sensitive touches of spiders
walking on eight legs,
every man and woman
whored out by a wrenching
desire for the climactic return, the
acknowledgment of sexual
availability.

kokopelli

Left and right and hips.
Repeat.
From Peru to Arizona the
women with dark hair dance.
Roads eagerly follow their
wooden wedges. Click and
sway and gentlemen
have eyes of legs and lips.
A feverish hunt among the
cowboys. Scent beyond
perfume releases a lasso into
masses. Modern evolution
makes its choice. The woman’s
windows canvass, search for a
voice as though they might
have some say in any
matter. One key
per lock.
But no one knows where
the kokopelli next will play.

virtues

faith, hope and love

love being the one i fear most,

not for fear of love itself, but a loss of faith in love and a

waning love for hope.

desire for solitude

here it is.
a proposition. panic-stricken.
floating under water.
clawing deeper.
finally attained my desire
now I am certain that it’s killing me.

I avoid these signs of fulfillment
of satisfaction in a person
who finds satisfaction in
me.

russell

You knew we all laughed at your jokes and our eyes bubbled with joy
Wings pressed outward from your chest, broke free, and lifted upward.

You wanted to fly to L.A., to New York City the long way
In circular motions so you could see the world through bolder eyes.

You always obeyed the images that orchestrated while you slept,
You granted dreams authority.

Your obscure disposition catapulted through adventure
Aspirations to conquer left you working hard without a tip.

You fled to a place where it could happen; you knew it would.

Your doorway sealed you from the false outside and you burst out.
You were satisfied with the nearness of a free mind.

You ignored practicality and rules for a life of spirit.

You floated to spaces and drifted on aimless journeys,
Irregular accomplishments kept your sanity.

You wore a mask and it served you well,
Well enough to sustain your soul and feed your inhibition.

You decided to up and go to Mexico
And you gave in to your wild mind and vacated the present.

Your stubborn will captured your muscles and your common sense
And stole the first opportunity to lose it all.

You forfeited the chance to bore yourself for a chance at status quo
Then you blew it for a short time living on a short dollar.

You ran sideways for hours while we all staggered behind
Walking straight to exactly where we knew we were going.

You had to touch the gulf and meet the sunrise there.

Your body overpowered your self-trained ability
Underpowered your strength and sacrificed you to your world.

You gave your life to your freedom, Russell, and you won.
Your self is alive in Colorado, on rocks of liberation.

defibrillator

the
wall. dull scissors
scratch a blank taste
into his ears.

his
mind. thoughts bounce frantically off
the inside. fluctuation of fantasy to
nightmare.

utopia ripped away
replaced
with palms shriveled. counterfeit reality
atrophied the gold-plated mind.

seek a promising alternative to this
leech. his psyche will come out of
hibernation and
interrogate.

a final
fleck of
electrocution
forces him to thrust.

be prepared to stutter over thoughts,
voices, gestures you once had. smack
your lips on the bottom of societal
expectation.

gamble your hellish disposition for
a chance at mediocre
satisfaction. tug apart your eyes
with blistered hands.

reclaim taboo theories of
perfection. thrive again on conquered
challenge. open your soul and
see

the world. yours.

seize.

cracked

the treadmill
                mind
                   starts
                       slow
                           and

thrusts the body into a   w a l l
covered with smooth egg whites
as the yolks paint the
                                              floor

into a haze of yellowed brick          sick
with a glimpse of the disease machine
that feeds on the

                        blocks/
                                         /rocks

that morph us into bleeding
hearts, only
                     parts
                          remain of faith

dissipated by broken
youth and sanctity.

Ag

silver spoons hang around
from strings of balloons
between silver clouds

silver lining slides
behind the silver screen