transcender

wind worn and rain chipped,

a body covered in a million cuts,

aching and burning with unrelenting swelling,

buckling hard against the midnight sun,

the mind becomes twisted, torn and begins to bleed,

the soul is an empty room,

at the end of an endless hallway,

echoing with lonely screams,

stop.

listen.

watch.

- break it open -

feel the body start to move,

the mind start to clear,

the soul begin to laugh,

now drive harder to where you can give without receiving,
you don't notice the heavier burden,

and the heart explodes in the four directions.

between the documents

clustered paper mountains,
swallowed boredom counts the hours,
hundred miles up,
suspended earth turns in galactic magic,
infinite miles out,
time was an idea

lines on the brow

oh youth,
I've grown older,
lines on my brow,
a prisoner of time,
I've lost the Now,
structured by externals,
a figure in the window,
a shadow on the wall,
an empty face at the shopping mall,

oh youth,
don't destroy,
but, rather, create
don't break down,
but, rather, rebuild
don't resign,
but, rather, engage

inject me...
infuse me...
energize me...
animate me...

help me remember...

the way that transcends all ways,
where what dies does not end,
for someday you too will be old,
but we will meet then,
and we will all be young again.

through

hollow grey births a whipping wind,
cigarette butts and grocery bags,

I'm just trying to make it through the day,

overzealous case wants to fall in love again,
with empowered sluts and bearded hags,

I'm just trying to make it through the day,

Apple phone ring tone app finds implants for a clone's ass,
dropped coins in rusty ruts make the hands on the clock sag,

when you ask, I'll say 'I'm doing OK,"

but I barely made it through the day.

by-product

by-product

tend your investments,

straighten your tie,

make loud guffaws of fake laughter,

get to know that guy,

by-product

get yourself on the board,

win the award,

win the resentful approval,

reach, grab, hold, hoard

by-product

you never did anything,

the puzzle pieces were already laid out for you,

you just put them in the right hole,

you never chose you,

by-product

you'll never fit in

there's nowhere to fit,

you've been everywhere,

but you've never really been

by-product

you don't appreciate

the food that touches your lips,

the emptiness, the wandering, the darkest moment,

the damp valleys and icy tips,

life's quiet, unrecognized, underestimated finds,

like the sun shooting through the blinds.