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the switchman

28 May

i sit in the bathtub,
not too often,
but the next time i do,
i will watch the water slither towards the drain and
remember that
water wears down everything and
it will do me too.
then after that,
i’ll exit the tub,
dry off,
and cut some vegetables in the nude.

painting by colorsetbrushes

if i were a cloud…

21 Sep

i’d be one of those giant cauliflower cumalumbalus clouds on a hot humid day when the future is always steamy and up ahead and advancing quickly is another giant cauliflower cumalumbalus cloud and we merge into one.

as my compass begins to melt

10 Jan

the shadows i grabbedumbrelainc 001 (2)
were worry through my fingers
and then i suddenly love you
in all your perfect delicious crawling all over our scaffolds we’re building more than something new we really solving our quench
dear vegas,
the odds seem great this wine around that
our lost loved ones
wait for us,
beside a swimming pool or
9 ball rack
or back alley
or whatever floats our boat,
heaven it is
reaching for you,
dancing right now.

painting by colorsetbrushes

reverse vultures

23 Nov

This season monotonearbrecadreof wind, rain,
and crunchy leaves
when wind seems drunk and mean,
a morgue for umbrellas.
There’s one upside down
its scaffolding so exposed,
all the broken limbs,
but bat wings flapping in the breeze
not yet capsized,
a shelter for squirrels.

painting by colorsetbrushes

one way astronauts, eventually

15 Nov

it was supposed to beparisetcadre
a swan across a lake scenario,
real calm and peaceful,
a decorated casket,
but it was actually a canoe,
and not lowered into the ground,
but pushed out to river,
with an elder inside,
flat on his back
surrounded by offerings,
set free to float across water
melting into the sky stars above
bathing the beings below.

yeh,  it was supposed to be
a swan across a lake scenario,
but the last lap was curbs and a cane
ambulance sirens swirling
horns honking,
but steam floating from a sewer grate anyway,
becoming stars again.

painting by colorsetbrushes

a near death experience

8 Nov

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he almost curled up cocoon womb in bed,
but hugged his backpack instead
and dreams oozed all over him,
electrified his toes.
he wandered west,
so help him wind.

painting by colorsetbrushes

 

 

tropical fish earth

18 Oct

we sat aroundautumn ochre
watching the temperature drop too fast so
we smashed the thermometer
and mercury sprayed.
sardines no longer dead in a can
seagulls of windy trapeze now
exposing their silvery undersides,
a happy glide
in the season of blinking bike lights
again.

painting by colorsetbrushes

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