~~aves and Oircles

if you find me lost
point me to the nearest coast
no matter what the cost
or how cold the frost
i will find my way across
and swim out again until i'm lost

Who Am I?

Slight transformations,
Round the bend, discrete
but alert, paying attention to what
lays ahead, allowing pedestrians
to pass me by, goal in sight,
physical and mental chase afoot,
target has turned the bend,
acceleration in brute force,
target is aware, on the go, running,
rushing, flying by trashcans and
debris.

No sense in keeping quiet now,
wrapping staircase, smashing through glass window,
chasing a phantom through dark hallways,
alarms flashing, screeching, warning,
and up the staircase, through the 20th floor entrance,
head thrown into light, smashing the light,
blood gushing from the hit,

the target snickers,
the self shudders
and

blackout.

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.

bodies close and minds farther away

...and the time arises desires
indescribable, felt only in heartily explosions
earthly entities entirely transient
trying to fill watery words into a fiery cauldron

hear their voices in stereo and lose
every part of their dynamic deity
dissolved by moments unconquered, too much space
between us and the wild cages - our lives

prowl precious perimeters in the grid
with walls higher and higher, windows too small
i can still hear the voices in stereo
and laugh at the joking anecdotes

Zip

(The sound your conscience)
Tip, tumble
Brrm
Crisp night ventures.