this is how it will end (again)

1.
i ate the earth in one bite.
its oceans and plains felt
the wet of my tongue.
dreadfully rural.
horn plays,
world waits in dark suspension,
and star light flicks white dashes beneath
the sound.
echo...
sound.

grass coats my throat still
making me want to die again.

2.
i ate the earth in one bite.
its oceans and plains felt
the wet of my tongue.
wonderfully domestic.
appliances hum,
dirt floats in alluring anticipation,
and sound is an afterthought behind
the wind.
familiar wind.

clouds are in my pocket still
making me want to die again.

3.
i ate the earth in one bite.
its oceans and plains felt
the wet of my tongue.
silently haunting.
fog bleeds,
water laps in pooled premonition,
and darkness rifles my misery before
its prowl.
midnight prowl.

bedrock cuts my feet still,
making me want to die again.

seductive, shapely waves

movie titles are beckoning
men who cant see the sea to sing
but one day might be ready
for the late fifteenth century
globe trot

ocean's gravity strongly pulls
food court strangers out of malls
tarter sauce will sit and wait
as husbands and wives spend twenty days
loose the plot

finally divorce the land
take a literal life boat stance
boys look on with yearning faces
landlocked torture ends today
dwellings rot

fuck you fingers toward the coast
sailing away in bottled boat
drying up in high noon sun
salty breeze and feeling young
just a dot...

haiku

i've been writing many haiku poems recently, and i am going to put some up. i think i'll probably just add others here in the future if i ever want to. and i might take some off later cause this could get pretty long if i let it. the only "rule" these stick to is the 5-7-5 syllable rule. hi japan...


two thousand feet up
a silver splinter sundries
red leaves relocate

serious colors
drown out reality's call
over my window

softness of new skin
plays to unzip those blue jeans
with bodies untouched

creased green wear and tear
coins shiver in a kerr jar
crickets are long gone

atop the staircase
police step between the hate
they dont know i saw

five ball of the east
rising shine over felt sky
pocket in the west

ode to a vacant cushion

with nectar in a can
and a staff in my hand
i rescued a man
from untimely demise

not death from a knife
nor a high maintenance wife
but no more miller highlife
to drink downstairs with the guys

the doc said, "you know,
you've already eaten a hole
in your liver and soul
no more beer would be wise"

so he vowed not drink
he just thought of the link
written in him with ink
between the bottles and lies

with his health on the mend
he had lost all his friends
cause they all got the bends
bubbles of cumbersome size

but when i showed him the path
with my nectar and staff
he just let out a laugh
with pure joy in his eyes

he drank juice with the bees
as the staff eased his knees
and he grabbed all the leaves
as if a shiny gold prize

what he found was the air
he'd never noticed it there
when he was drinking downstairs
with the safe 'n sound guys

so his wife and his children
got off the couch in the den
and walked out bearing grins
then they looked toward the skies

outside it was sunny
and their father was running
and his clothes smelt of honey
they couldnt believe their eyes

they looked at each other
and then at their mother
they all hugged one another
for they had regained their lives

though they were sad, they rescued everyone. they lifted up the sun.

we live in a grand setting. yes, i said grand. it is a good adjective. and we are alive (for at least a while) in this grand place. we dont have to worry about not existing, and we dont have to worry about the sun burning out for quite a while.

...ok, i realize that this beautiful (grand) world is full of dark corners and covered in murky waters, but isnt that what the beauty is here for? yes?

men are dying in a war right now. children are dying of aids right now. some guy is saving money right now so that he can buy a bigger tv and some new blue jeans.

...those waters are murky...

....but there is also a beautiful sunset in Iraq right now. there are best friends playing soccer in africa right now. there is a guy saving money to support his loving wife and kids right now.

what are we worried about? dying? maybe. or maybe we are worried about living. i think we should be worried about the ugly effecting the beauty more than the beauty effects the ugly.

so we have a sunset and a war, which one wins? unfortunately the war seems to be winning. we have aids and we have best friends playing soccer. sadly, aids has the upper hand. and we have blue jeans vs love. i would like to think love is gaining some ground despite the commercials ive seen recently.

this is what im worried about: not fulfilling my obligation to pierce the dark corners and tred the murky waters. i feel it is my (our) duty to turn our heads away from the bloody ground and toward the purple sky. it is our duty to go to africa and play soccer. it is our duty to support a family instead of banana republic.

more, my friends...... more.