Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Itinerary On The Fly

Do not place
your piano on the tracks.
Do not bind to a base

A bird of any kind.
Still, facts are facts
and the unforeseen may occur

Without warning--without a word.
"I knew a tune," says the man.
"I knew the sky," says the bird.

And so they sit with what they know.
Man and bird at peace in place
with one stop left to go.

for The Sunday Muse #74.

Monday, September 16, 2019

civil defense

concussions rain dust
on flowers in a fruit jar
steady in my palm

a fauxku for Out Of Standard "Gimme (Fallout) Shelter"

the image is from the movie "10 Cloverfield Lane"

Sunday, September 15, 2019


Hey, it's crowded in here. 
I've got one's scaly dry elbow in my ribs
and another's Manolo Blahniks on my toes.

What? What? Speak up.
Tell me which one you want and I'll try to find her. 
Goddess knows if she'll be available, presto, just like that, though.

Whoa, back way the hell up.
Is that any way to talk to a child?
Okay, now you're patronizing me. I'm not twelve anymore.

Come and get it, sugar.
No wait, don't. I'm to old for this.
My parents are always telling me what to do, and now you.

Wait...what? I'm having trouble concentrating.
Talk to one, another might grab the mic and riff. Check it out:
the 754 ages of woman all talking at once behind my calm smile.

for Sunday Muse #73.

Friday, September 6, 2019

Shell Game

Water is not the glass that holds it.
Words are not the lips that speak them.
A body is a shadow of one shape, then another, then none.

No one holds an apple and says, "Here is a peel, nothing more."
We eat the fruit and leave the ants the core.
"Simple insects," says the man.
Simple human, beneath the tree.
And on the ground when both have gone,
those humble and forgotten gods--the seeds.

A meditation on physicality for Art FLASH at Real Toads.

"You are what you believe you are." --The Prophet Omega