I & I alone


If I could live my life over
I wouldn’t sail again
One hundred years of solitude is
Never enough when the killing fields
Turn brown.

Ridin’ trains of ragged thought
Letting the echo decide
Plastic physicians
like a change of station
Laugh and forget
The naked flame of being
The weight of glory bound.

But I must say
Butterflies of rage
and a strange invitation into a Sea of red
flutter by me out
to where Napoleon Dynamite
has it in spades
and the bearded lady’s kiss
cocoons, surprising
N.T. Wright and C.S.Lewis slowing up
The post-humous tide of DoDo expectation
Drinking crisp potato juice together
off the cusp, on and off the rocks

Oh, I’m a wrecking ball ahoy, marooned on the Isle of Dogs.
I’m very sorry Dorothy this ain’t the promised land!
So what now, where Ignorance is far out from Bliss?
Come and give me back my thinning Java hand
The dunes are filling up with diggers and the rats of NIMH.


Slipped out from beneath you
The grip break burning tires fuel
Arizona’s flight into a clockwork orange sky
A contrast masterpiece comes in a-warning
Drawn out delusions all too real
Down on Grand Street
This tunnel vision wrapped around
Aluminum filters by the corner
Of your fiber glass eye
filled out, slips upon
A B-grade stone weathered sigh
Into your take or leave it chalice
Bewildered yet
The omnipresent collision
Of fire and ice like parties knitting
In high water suspended sentence
By the labyrinth regression of
Sordid bruises and the memory
Of your last recorded smile

I & I alone


Kingston Heights, New Zealand

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