October 2010

What if my purpose in life
Was to relay to the world how grateful I am for you?
I would take all the intricate lessons you've taught me
Tied and securely fastened in my heart, going nowhere
And with them I'd sprout into a thousand glowing flowers
And create a meadow for the world to walk through
Then they would see with their own tired eyes
All your color and brilliance and light
Shining, all sparkly-glowing along the veins of my petals
In my tulip and forget-me-not meadow.



July 2009

fashioning rainbows of the most fluorescent stillicide.
I collide with myself in the most brilliant spectacle -
Overridden drops
of incandescent sentiment
pummeling my back,
Internal betrayal
thwarting the weary mechanism,
The shocking contact of skin against a mask
So convincingly
fabricated
Of relics
past.



October 2006

Some ilk of biliousness, cascading
Plunging
Spraying omnipotent specks of a pernicious bacterium
Enough to churn the insides of one's pneuma...
I had the most tenacious impetus to purge.
Some kind of toxicant skulked
Like a small omnivorous canid...
Imbuing the popular psyche.