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No sparrows lostWhere do they go, the tiny ones, where do they stay under the sapless sun?No sparrows lost
As all the leaves fly and turn to moldy soil and all smiles fall from our faces (we leave them back home to keep the frost at bay) we miss familiar movements in the corners of our eyes.
Shadows project below the geese on strong wings, soaring for southern suns.
Doves ball up and beg for charity, counting on their comic puff.
The sparrows are nowhere to be found.
But as winter concludes her glacial kiss, eager beaked faces alway


SnowcoverNothing beats in the heart of winter.Snowcover
We keep our frozen faces in our open cooler. So hard to dance in the sudden dark.
We keep forgetting time fireflies. It is the only thing that keeps on burning.
Glowing windows frame our oven lives. We never realize when we are done.
Slabs of meat, solid slabs of meat. There is no age before the spring.
Dead people driven from the cold. We burn or bury, but never discard.
In the raw before the snow all feelings shiver. The distance between two people touchin


Strange perfumesIt has been a while since my young dreams left me. I draw uncertain breath since my wild ones came.Strange perfumes
Catch the moment. Hold the memory.
Time to exhale, watch the crystallization. Time to turn the eyes from the blinding dawn. Twin suns rising opposed to one. Shadows crossing, new patterns born.
Catch the moment. Hold the memory.
Time to inhale the future pheromones. In my time to part I feel secure.


RelationshippingThe woman giveth, and the woman taketh away (thine sleep).Relationshipping


Dark sea, no bottomAnd I am out to swim - dark water, no sand in sight,Dark sea, no bottom
and I am a heavy thing with my ballooon heart
holding me high, I am not in the cold
because I know there is always a way ahead and out.


Heaps of horsesI wish I was less desperate to be different;Heaps of horses
I wish it was more different to be desperate.


DelphicMy fingers are torn between the blank page and your volcano ridges.Delphic
I loosen my death grip; it is not one or the other.


Against the gaping mawI atone for every stupid insomniac thought; my wide-eyed blood vessel ???-dreams (do daydreams at night deserve a name?)Against the gaping maw
I atone with every waking moment.
They will never leave me be; the dirty fingers. The shadow figures in my bed. Playing shadow figure games I can't make out. The crawlers on the walls. I think the TV is still on when it never is
& etc.
I atone for every song I sang when the audience was long gone and the leaves were fleeing. I have the worst timing in the wor ld. Some time
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Roadside casualtyThere was a dead hedgehog at the side of of road. This is not an angsty poem about a dead hedgehog at the side of of road. This is a celebration of the fact that he lived. So let us begin again:Roadside casualty
There was a dead hedgehog at the side of the road, his eyes were shining, and I expected him to move at any time. There was no visible damage; it simply looked as if he was pondering eternity. Unblinking. Immobile.
There was an air of Civilization clashing with Nature about the scene. It spoke to my inner hippie tree-hugger - (he is very small, but he is in there, hu


IlluminateYellow your avarice Green your hope Blue your skin Red your inside Azure your deep Infrared your words Ultraviolet your voice Sky blue yourIlluminate
Electric indigo your talents Hot pink your eyes Jade your fears White your darkness Black your contrast Prism your brain Rainbow your heart Omnicolour your world Polka-dot your dreams Laser beam your doubts Illuminate your future
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Note to my future selfWe switch sides.Note to my future self
This game is still on, but the sun is low in my eyes and I shadow far.
I serve my head up for the smash and call it dressing up for the ball.
I play, things happen, I stop, I sideline, I steam engine into the cold & blue.
I forget the score but feel the urge to move on.
I drop my knees into my clothes and icicle my crosshairs with crystal Dapper Dan.
I shoot straight for the dawn line, but it recedes so fast.
This is the heart of winter, beating young and confusing.  
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Rats”Rats”! “What’s that, dear? Flight computer cramping your style again?” “No, rats, you idiot! Real ones. You know, as in brownish-black stinking one-pounder rodent sons of bitches?!” “What, here?” “No, outside in the vacuum of space, Einstein! Of course they’re in here!! To my knowledge, we’ve found no indigenous space- rats as of yet.”Rats
“Oh…” “Well, kill the damn critters, willya?” “Eh…” “I give up! Were you born this stupid, or did you take lessons?” “Well, I did go to grammar school in…” “Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” And this was where Elisa decided to dump her boyfrie


The Escape - beginningRyan Ohmaru was on the wrong planet. Or perhaps he was on the right one, but at the wrong point in time. Or maybe it was some kind of dimensional mix-up. But everywhere he went, and no matter what he did when he got there, he felt more or less out of place. Like an extra piece in a jigsaw puzzle, like a fish out of water, like one cliché too much. And that had been the way of things for as long as he could remember. Presently, he was studying Japanese in Europe, with a minor in English literature. He was born in Japan, to a Japanese mother and an American father, but his first language was English, since he moved to the States witThe Escape - beginning


The Lady and the TreeIt was a lazy afternoon, Old Willow thought, hanging as he always did, on the edge of the ravine. He knew his days were almost up. The fall couldn't be far off now. He'd been suspecting the ground of mutiny. For the last fifty years, it had been creeping away from under him, his roots retreating backwards, desperately clinging on to... To what exactly? He was a tree. He had done and seen it all; the whole Tree Experience exhausted years ago. All the corners of Treehood visited, scrutinized and expended. Then something happened.The Lady and the Tree
A girl appears. Time changes, then dissolves into something e


Leaving New YorkI had sold the apartment, and I had said my goodbyes. I had wandered through the steam, the noise and the familiar mélange of smells, I had gone venti at Starbucks and plenty at Dunkin' one final time, and I had still wondered why people eat pretzels as I distributed my last one among the bird nation that is Central Park. As a squirrel crawled up my leg, over my back and along my right arm to snatch the very last piece from my cold, living hand, I thought "it's just that kind of city".Leaving New York
I had smiled at the cab drivers in their yellow-black monstrosities (those colors are nature's warning signs for a reason, you know) and I ha


Evolution in a nutshellI:Evolution in a nutshell
In the beginning, there was Nothing.
After a while, Nothing got rather bored, there being Nothing all around, as far as no eyes whatsoever couldn't see at all.
So Nothing committed suicide by implosion, and then there was an explosion of Something.
Was it a Big Bang? Nobody knows. It wasn't as if anything was around to listen to it.
II: Something looked around.
Something grew. Something decided to play with gravity and create matter clusters. It was fun for a while, but like all things in the universe before and after, it grew tired of doing the same thing. So i


"The Hedge" - draftHedges fence in and they wall out. They encapsulate your freedom in a private sphere, but in doing so, they also limit the view of the outside. A decent, solid hedge smothers the horizon in green oblivion. The healthier the hedge, the more of a boundary it becomes. But some of us need the horizon in order to keep our bearings in the world. When you cannot see where the ground ends and the sky begins, at least once in while, how will you ever know where you really stand? I used to think that this must be where God lived, right there in the non-space between the brown and the blue, but now Im not so sure."The Hedge" - draft
You must forgive an
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CreationThe primordial ooze is sparked into life by an idea of an existence encased in bone.Creation
Them bones animated by the desire of flesh rise, slowly, and walk in search of it.
This meat, suddenly inspired with awareness, speaks its first word, and it is "I".
I find myself freezing bitterly in the cold, far from my cradle to the south.
I wrap myself in human skin. I light a fire and call myself civilized.
I cave myself into mountains, I have epiphanies and others gather round. Together we dream up c


Moonlight SatelliteMoonlight satellite. Your angel hair lambent on my ever cooling skin, white-hot cinder strands tracing a glowing roadmap onto the canvas that is my body. You scar the way ahead with gravity lines, and you destine me for orbit.Moonlight Satellite
But I have fears and questions: to be human is the fear of the naked truth. To be human is turning from the endless void. To be human is to say: I can reach the stars,
and then clothe the truth in mad and luminous ideas.
To be human is to ask and take the damage.
So I ask for chance, but you say 'become a vessel.' I


KineticismKineticism. The poetry of moving bodies. Matter wars.Kineticism
Whatever comes our way will pass unless obstructed, so obstruct.
Stand fast and risk the absolute perdition, the unknown contingent probability of shifting into auburn droplet flowers raining down on splintered bones that descend and fracture into dry icicle shards. If failure is a carmine diamond explosion across the sunbeam canvas, an ultimate prismatic shower of refractor stars, is this not a risk worth taking?
You may become the breaker of cleansing waves, a redirector pioneering infant energy


AuroraLimp base-sugar lips info pump data saliva upstream. All pulses beat in traditional disarray.Aurora
Everything still connected, but the smell of new violence ignites sweet fear on reason pyres.
Darkness quivering, assaulted by oncoming dome-rifters. The baby dawn
is welcomed with particle showers - stark against the dying of the night.
Something emerges: the horizon bends and breaks. New words form in description of things once unfantasized.
Hard swallows and the scent of
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