Thursday, May 26, 2016

Pine Mountain Glow

33 cuts dry land north
and leaves Lockwood valley road
to flash flood warning turns east
blue crayon sky thick with
wax strokes 
                     groan of sedentary cow
no tires on split and cracked gray skin
from the wash Mt Pinos
                                         8,484 ft rock skulled north 
sunk into valley silence Pine Mtn Buddhist retreat
fence barely rises to knees green etches scarred
kick the pebbles by the yellow lined side scrap the
foot prints off the rock of the curb of the ditch of no-thing.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Me lines

these ridges write like a dead man
move horizontal on the page
slow stiff muscle memory ache
pink waves and white band lines
building tides below the waves
court the renal failure of old age.

Monday, May 2, 2016

May 2nd goes by

flipping through heavy metal sheets
outside the storm spits blue against my window
keyboard over my cock and 99 luft balloons on radio repeat

I have as yet to digest my dinner
hair still twisted dark with rain
that falls like car wash waves over my windshield vision

tonight has come and thunder has gone
lightning still hangs static behind the tri-horned god

the power has not gone out
nor have the lights once flickered weak

nor have I uncrossed my black whiskered legs
to grip and grope and knead
beneath a blanket of restless caffeine sleep.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

why the alarm still goes off

what's the difference in a day
a waking day with no difference
still the hours betray me and from
sun comes inevitably the moon
or from the moon inevitably
becomes the sun and I reflectively
shut and open my eyes to the
blaring sound of shaking lines
from where I am told to begin
a waking day with no difference