In the near future i would surely like to cross promote this material, get more people reading and responding. One idea is to post videos of my readings on YouTube and sneak links into the descriptions. Stay tuned for that if you’re at all interested. This could be beneficial not only for this sight, but also for my reading skills, which are… in development phase. I have a rather low voice, so its difficult not to blend words together.

In the interim time, here are a few more poems (and photos) for your brain.

FOREST FRUIT

Here I keep my antiquated seed –
its physical description is spinning elsewhere
probably lost – these things work like that. 

The water is too dry, lacking a certain few molecules to grip.
this soil lacks a few minerals
sun lacks its photosynthetic elements –
                    reflections only. 

Remarkable coincidence it is indeed
that time slinks from moment to moment
aware and embarrassed –
that it keeps losing its previous self.

I have correspondences with this seed
and that seed
and the gaping infinite in-between.

CHRIST-MASS

If you’re reading this then you know – I’m sure
I’m invariably different now-a-days,
and these words flowed with a different sense of meaning.

I am sitting in a bowl chair, in a fair-suburban
mirage. 

I could just as easily be sitting in the wax-cup
of an imaginary flower, and
forming words by scooping
the buzzing of ACUnits – from the air.

Flagon-dries. 

See, I’m watching you.
Over shoulder, future goggles in hand –
interpreting thought strands
and staring     for your head
	through the static interference. 

Christmas.