Dreams that are Overrun by Explosives

Head Oasis is
a new cognitive state
at the beginning of sunrise
unlike any espresso or energy pill,
Head Oasis beckons the deal.
Picturesque lagoon ....................

Lossless Gloss

How and when, as the wind swept the leaves, across the land of air dried bodies at the stagnant river embankment, can you catch a twenty? Stale twigs are rustling in the distance. Perhaps a mangy cat is rallying a pack of dogs for an intense chase. The nearest town is a few miles away, the factories are still pumping out gaseous pollutants from the smoke stacks and they drain out oozing liquids. This river is beyond help. This towns death toll reaches a newer and higher number on the daily. It is all mainly suicides. The twigs are now shattering and rocks are smashing, bones are crackling...what is causing this great deal of calamity? Large tanks turn the corner from the forest. Guns are shooting off. I feel as though I must run away from here.

What exists to make me disappear
so that I may not hurt anyone
to not even bend an ear?

I stumble upon an abandoned sack, it is quite heavy. But I take it with me as I run along the waters edge. A sewer entrance is opened, I take this as an opportunity to hide away into safety.

I Only Ever See Myself Dying

I only ever see myself dying
and being alone forever
I am the ruiner.
Whatever.

As Lost as a Piece of Sappho's Writing

I do not wish to intrigue you
any longer for the sake of
ruining more then what is
already falling apart.
We unraveled theories of
disproportionate claims
to make us seem more real.
It is just not our time
and I do not want to be in
a pool for the pickings.
I will be on my own,
owning my loneliness.
I would rather accept all
my losses and never play
the game.

Money Moon and Racer Dreams

Remember on Wednesday at the scenic overlook,
the fog rose and the crowd gathered to witness
an array of seagulls chanting the new hymn
at the start of a new planetary system.
We were once a human race,
however, drugs broke our systems.
We met with the clown masked people,
their music we cannot discuss (it's hideous)
and thus here we are, barely living at all.
The collaborators and the contractors,
the higher-ups in economical strides
passed the time away with golf or
miniature horseback riding.
The joke was on the jocks and their
distasteful long socks.
Looking for the languid days of southern
comfort, hire a maid and male stripers.
The gay man hollered to the wonderfully swollen lady,
"take back my food and bring me water!"
A news anchor broke down the static barrier,
we have retrieved a wavelength.
A sparse reminder of a humane existence.

The seagull hymn has now ended
and the grander event is still to proceed,
remain within contemplative caution
that we do not overthink the darkness
as the light arrives...
granting forgiveness and acceptance that
the dark had to happen in order
for this rebirth.
Would we be thankful at all if
the warbler warped and snapped in half?
The distance and sparkling suspicion
the expansion of a deep breath,
widening a gullet and opening skulls,
barricading the ocean and a sea skippers core.
Would we be thankful for
the sandpiper skips a schooner for a
one-handed spooner?
The entitlements are limitless so long
as we abide by the light and keep
the newly crisp and informed shadows
at arms length.
Would we be thankful for fresh
bacon atop a tin roof only to have
a rooster pick up with its beak and give
it off for money at the race tracks?
No, that is poorly constitutionalized and
caramelized lame.

Digress into the digestive bunker,
our own planet has swallowed us
and now giving up the strength to
push out the rear!
We are wasteful but at least we live!
Alas for the new days ahead!

I have been talking this poem aloud
to my companion mystery clown
that died long ago...
and to tell you the truth,
depressing the pressure exerted
amongst the groveling hunger
and dissimulating the masses
out of weapons and porn,
I have to say I am depressed.
Yet, I am undressed for you,
the viewer, you must now know that you are
the creepy voyeur.
And I convey to you my last lash
that I am naughty for you.
A hankering for a romp in the hay...
what say you?
The new light brings about a change
in me, the way that my heart beats
and my body moves.
I'll twirl for you and land on the bed.
Make that our destiny.

What should have happened by now
is that the republic replica
transfer an image to our
individual vision screens.

Olympiade

A growth departure
languid loose deseases
and defecting madness
pure plum puzzel moisture
forget a thought and bring
a new one to the table.
Deter on the spectrum
of voluptuous necessity,
the color has yet to reveal
the negative or a neutron.
Hazard subscription,
outlook for a goal.
Flowing monkeys
and cool west key monitors.
Searchlight anthems,
quickened sand seeps,
peppers and the rouge
lipstick bobs up and down
the waves crashing onto breasts.
Defeat the nasty guests
kill the doomsday procedures.
Nuzzle him, snuggle her,
mess of bodies heating on
one large landmass till the
landmines explode and extrapolate
the extra peculiar pelicans.

Not Getting the Answers

Have I made the mistake of
I don't want to be her
the connection is off
a quiet room
thoughtful projections
of the glycemic index
scarlet ibis
rationing of the emotions
in conjecture to food
what to have and not to have