Hour 22 Where intelligence goes to die Words don’t make sense What are words? A poem? You want a poem? You don’t want anything coherent I’m sure I am here, I am typing I am drifting in and out of consciousness I cannot spell, I…

She surmised it was the feathers that made birds fly she searched and gathered that first week and headed for the dune with a handful of white

Skyscraper shadows overcrowding one another like weeds strangling flowers, like undergrowth fighting to face the sun. Mechanized arms plunge the soil, scrape away at metallic skeletons of fallen buildings. The city grows upon itself, the artificial forest, where new structures grow from the demolition of…

Geometry is all about history the crane speaks of recreation, re-imagination, annihilation. Palm reader, complimentary angles of criss-crossed lines, of life lines. A window washer crosses the intersection. Layer upon layer, the city is a code, written and re-written, A clock with endless corrections. It…

do not call me lonely, i find sufficient company within myself, i find sufficient happiness within myself, i am not a clown, t quote Ropa i am an entire circus, born to live and change i came into the world alone, and when i left…

It is time to place the body in. We are about to drop in. No. The stanger looks at me. He has traveled far in night. No. He does not understand me. He starts to pull it to the hole. NO. I pull back. Some…

Pencil to spokes and twist Brown ribbon is reclaimed by the plastic casing I press rewind I press stop I press play Nope not there yet Rewind again High pitched sounds of tape being wound Press play Okay perfect The voice on the radio says…

Haiku, line 1, Five Haiku, line 2 has Seven more Haiku, line 3, Five

A white feather and a four leaf Clover make a good pair While complementing each other’s colours They also represent Good luck Freedom and Inspiration Waiting for a poet to pick them up together The best things come in pairs

The mist covers the mountain In colors of pink, silver, and blue The lazy ripples of the water Reflecting the mountain too. I look to the horizon At the distant silhouettes Of far off other mountains I haven’t been there, yet.