poetry to the universe, xxx

alligator people
wearing crocodile shoes
shed alligator tears
listening to lizard music

poetry to the universe, xxix

one third, absurdly
growing tired of transfusions
refuse infusions of chameleonic tonic
skewering to embrace the tall
spiny grass
at the end of the line
queued to beseech a mumbling
quetzalcoatl mutter
uttered
as tortured cells
trickle down the street
broken

poetry to the universe, xxviii

in the long, tall grass
there was a hidden meaning
rolling in it
shunted by blades
coming later to swish and cut me
whistling
jailor miscreant
the gauzy earth
unable to soak up brilliant

poetry to the universe, xxvii

porpoises ate my poised dolphins
on purpose
blowhole splutter
unimaginable
gripping the incredible tale
told as an allegory
in such a ravenously stilted quay
unseen
and still surprising me
with the psychological cruelty of animals

poetry to the universe, xxvi

a martyr's trumpet
played a morbid song
i had never heard before
standing there
holding my jug of jagged love
legs flailing akimbo
strewn about the room
have me entombed
in strains of sad sad songs
when i could not write music

poetry to the universe, xxv

mustachioed madmen under surveillance
folded flowcharts on their knees
bow to kowtow roundhouse towers
inescapable purview
persistent
memories
in mammaries of leather
they stood
grammatically correct at one time
their punctuation no longer in favor
like the people of the gilded paper brigade

poetry to the universe, xxiii

the crime scene
has teeth
and hair

burglars
run rampant

and law
cannot keep up

psychic avengers
take ransoms
from everyone

in shackles
we travel
blind

poetry to the universe, xvii

remains of a slaughtered lamb
trace particles on a tired plate
bed of lettuce
broken under the weight of wilted green

and the savory
has swum right out of it
leaving only traces
of brine

a wound in wool

poetry to the universe, xvi

if you can hear me,
listen

i am a wailing wall
with ears agape

only now looking through the dark fields
hearing the revolutions

poetry to the universe, xi

innocence
is for fools

and children

poetry to the universe, ix

stars still shine
brightly

from millions of miles away
even after they cease to exist

poetry to the universe, vii

i exhale
and there is air

it is not always the same
as that which infiltrated me

a transformation occurs