The New Extra Planet

The new extra planet was just from nowhere.

Singers

I was reading about a couple of
 great singers who were in love once and maybe always
so I drew a picture of how I remember you at one particular day
when we took each other's
moving pictures
 and I wrote a caption
under the picture and then I
 sang the caption
but no magic happened you're still
not here and
I'm not there.

feel like I'm gonna see Christ

I feel like I'm gonna see Christ or
at least Lazarus come
gliding or
lumbering
(depending on the which)
out
that
cement
public wilderness
mystery
box
but I keep walking.

And it occurs to me I'm not even once dead
yet I feel the cold slab where I'm laid up; not
even once dead and ready for a third time
charmed if I can skip sorrowful seconds, time around.

And, realizing it's his move I've mimicked most, finally it dawns on me:
the only time I shouldn't aspire to Christ is when he's on the cross.

Luxury

Love should be our priority, yet we treat it like a luxury.

The Blackeye of Beauty

The Blackeye of Beauty

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-


Someone socked the sweet lane to your iris,
Big-time Morning Doll.

Something scabbed over the whirlwind towards the window to your sole reveal, the soft entry into your truth.

Lady Liberty done had her comeuppance.

We dawdle in others' blood but rush through idiot exercises of commerce.

Romance leaves us for dead and in tedium we linger.


Have you tried a cold stake on that? The
camera
adds
ten
rounds
but eye went down in the eighth.