exercises in futility

existence framed by context of life
life, like a word, is a timeless creature
erratic flow
constant transformation
passing through peoples' principles
a moment of madness, then shrill silence
castles made of kitty litter

(r)evolution

the sun is beat
i am thirsty as a rock
less aroused to pursue
out but nowhere
darkest secrets foggy, unread
leering eyes stare into me
minds scatter hydraulically
infinitely optimistic

intangible

Unfurl, drop.
Sensation to the fingertips,
wiggle them, shake off the
feeling from your head,
shoulders roll,
mind, all clear.

Step past the object,
light to start, now
the wind slowly picks up,
float forward, all that
muck starts its buzzing about
and slowly the pace quickens
to a trot, head shaking
away the wasps of muck,
biting at skin.

hone in, quicken the pace,
leaving that point behind,
for miles of moments,
disappear, the desert ahead,
lightning sloth,
cowboy free.

and..

the weight resurrects and
the trot slows, stop,
catch a breath.

Now, unfurl, drop.