Snow flies
And so shall I fly:
Stable but absent;
Nose towards sky.
White tiger
Plays softly nearby
Pine tree
Getting decorated.
I gift each breath
The bellow of my chest;
Abdomen to rumbling,
Seated like stump.
I seek nothing
And return to nowhere.
My wings of a vision
Leave me numbing home.
If only I had the sense to be
Like Tiger stalking prey:
Focused and with eyes alert,
I am the predator.
I have full attention to
Every sound alerting me,
Minute changes I can see
Smell, sense, and feel.
Never hungry, growing family
At the top of my game
I am an Apex predator
This is my territory.
It is destruction that has collapsed
Sure it should seem rather redundant
But it was not as it should be
For there were no golden melodies
No silent tigers awaiting at the margin
Long arching stems of tropical plants
Waving ever so slightly in afternoon rain
Slipping noiselessly down the bank
Of misunderstood’s miss-planned and misspent
Margins gone away.
My horse is a stallion
That I ride into fields afar
Sasanian teas on my tongue,
And a giant sun in the sky
Leans in to tell me secrets
Of land my mind runs to
Where family awaits
No word of my pursuits.
I am their father
Fierce as a tiger
Our manes running free
And my horse is a stallion
Decorated with all I am able,
A powerful warrior and me
And a foreign tongue on the rise
With a sword at my side
Thundering ten thousand hooves riding
In dust through the sky
And my mind runs wild
Like silk floating
Through this twilight, afar.
I scrambled into wrinkled corners
Flipping pages frantically,
Leading with my one good hand
As if I were demon.
Like tiger I was made a crowd
To pounce as wildfire upon my goal,
Shrieking loudly as I moved
It was my prayer come rounding zen.
I’ve skinned the rabbit
And laid waste to the endless assault of horoscopes
I’ve gone and pushed away the lone
Birds that tweet sweet sing songs in my ears lately
Perhaps I could warm my cold bones
On a burning tiger who roams the flat plains
Too hungry to play in the puddles of fun
With eyes only for the dying young
I’ve come across the melting lands
That have borne down upon the global landslide
Of humanity, influenced by plastic heavens
Too many hurricanes and exploding reactors
Perhaps the rat will save the forever burdened
Dogs of paradise who scare the gangly strangers
With a smile and surfacing anger
Left alone for too long and we’ve got trouble
We’ve got too many lonely dogs that have
Gone stray with troubled warriors
Lost on a beaten path that plays havoc
With the astrologers mind
Perhaps tomorrow will arise with high-class
Windswept caravans. The kind that beg for you
To abuse it with spray paint and sharpies
Perhaps then I shall walk with the dark sun
