Sandy (day 525)

Did we ever understand the destruction that would lay waste
Over the subways and villages and schools that faced down Sandy?
Torn from their roost and splayed to ruins upon the streets
In an impressive dance that left no parties smiling
Earth doesn’t mean to rear its anger in the livings face
Though anger yells loudly at all who remain
Like a lion after the kill, the earth both revels and respects


Mighty Zeus who gleamed down at the soils uprooted
Prometheus raging in the destruction, tears streaming about his face
And laughing deeply from his deep sea caverns
Where light-hearted nymphs dance naked in the spoils
Poseidon from the storming desires of his hands
Drinks heavily from his jeweled goblet
Whose presence announce the changes in the weather
The release in desires across the earth
There is no wrath left inside

Fall Evening (day 524)

Windows fall lonely with the setting sun
Gold shadows are cast through the valley
And yellow tipped leaves sitting on trees
Balance the deep evergreen with the
Dying grass, splayed deep into the horizon

And with the deep fall night falling heavily
the mist at the East end of the valley rises
As if gyros were actively spewing steam forth
From its guttural bowels in sighs of relief

One moment a deep gold descends upon the valley
And in the next breath an early evening dusk
Settles itself upon the livestock that graze
The giant fur stretch their arms wide
Before they fall into a long nights slumber

Floral and Gumboots (day 523)

As I lay awake stretching my arms into the night sky above
Tears rolling through the skies that collect in little goblets
Systematically sparkling in the moonlight
Perched upon the damp leaves that grace the soft grass beneath

I remember a fond time of innocence so many years ago now
When I rolled in virgin wool with one desire upon my mind
Not a single breath thought to be wasted in trivial pursuit
Time killed that messenger of fate as the dawn broke

Ripping those angels wings that shared with me deep thoughts
I cried without relent into the sleeves my dear mother had sewn
Passion and ignorance and dancing with the desires of wine
Pulling at the strings like a cheap shadow theater

Perhaps the dreams are the sum of my existence
The push that keeps me reeling at the sound of footsteps
And floral, forever floral with gumboots
Padding softly along with damp kisses on my neck that leave doors open

Blondes and Guns (day 522)

A romantic getaway that lends itself to a high action thriller
One of those old ’70s flicks that fills in with browns
Flowy Farah Fawcett hair that shimmers in the sun
And blows in the wind from the partially opened window

A silence that is foreign amongst the wooden paneling
Floral bedspread with a mysterious darkness coming from the underneath area
The type that really makes you genuinely scared to look under the bed
Duty for only the strong to survive

Waves in the distance, too far to be heard
But glimmering in the distance as the canvas lawn-chairs squeak under the weight
Seagulls busily spread their wings across the horizon
Sunscreen smelling strong around the edges of this cold tasty beer

It’s a romantic scene in our high action thriller
The rare moments the cars are ignored and domination plots are set aside
An obligatory scene but oh so necessary to sway the testosterone
Since blondes and guns make the world go round

Ladies of the Night (day 521)

Standing naked amongst ladies of the night
No desire spreads between my legs
Save for deep warmth emanating from their porcelain skin
Pulsating waves at my shivering limbs
And throwing deep angles into my conscience
Collapsing all truths into forever gones
Knowing not whispers that get sent
As I turn towards the door
Looking back only at silhouettes
That shimmer in dim light
Rochette off the floor to ceiling mirrors
That grace the space where ladies of the night
Plot and seek revenge

Snake To Me (day 518)

Snake to me
Inside the only crevice left open after the fire
Dealing with long strands of clean green grass
Pushing out the insides of earth

Light the night
With flaming signs of decadent desire
Rapping madly at the doors of a heightened sense of security
Rolling quietly into whispers of time

And breathe
Like you’ve planned this night for ages
Sitting alone staring at the ceiling and imagining
Every last detail to the tee, notepad included

For the best is yet to come
Wrapped up in a warm cashmere
Pressed between excitable thighs of love

Ganges River Dolphin (day 517)

You marvelous beasts
Perfectly sculpted
Flappers and fins
And intelligence
With little beeps
Play time

And then
With ignorance
Sweeping under foot
Today’s dirt
Old brooms
Into Ganges
Sacred flow of earth

You tycoons
You bitter old souls
Leading hands
Of rituals
Religious norms
Do you know
How you continue

The Ganges river dolphin
Will die because of you
Continued pollution
Continued toxins
Continued death
Continued tragedy
Suffers, the world suffers