My Wild Rose

Your love
is like a wild

white labradoodle.

This is how
I know it's

not just lust.

The forest is molecular
in your elven rain.

[God],

let us run free, forever.

The Storm from Wisconsin

I prayed for a storm
to rip over lake Michigan

and It is you, those eyes
of God, everywhere

I look. From the porch
of my small townhouse,

from the window of my office,
from the shores of the lake

and the banks of the river.
I know this pain.

It will wash over me
with gale force winds,

an el derecho
[through my heart].

I live to watch you
from a distance

and wonder
what my world

will look like when
your [truth] hits my sails.

The Matriculation of 2006

*

Looking

for direction,

should I tell 

the story 

of my old life

how I shed

like a sycamore

one midsummer night,

how just moments 

before our second date

you told me

you crashed your Mustang 

and wouldn't be able to see me

anymore, no more.

*

In a basement 2005,

Dave sat behind his drum set,

I grabbed my guitar

and didn't put it down

until the fall 2006. 

So, I write this letter

to thank your Mustang 

for veering off the path

for I never

would have found 

my true 

love 

in the warm 

March forward of spring.

Sentimental Movement

I almost feel
I need
to kneel
down
and take
a piece of

                    the earth

with me.

The Outcrops: Or the Outer-Shell

Legs
had the body

of a wolf

and a short
anteater-like proboscis

consisting of

a feathery
beak-like composite.

It's appendages
rained down like tentacles

so it could slither like an octopus
across the tree-tops of the

of The Wilderness.

However,
within the Tesla-Alloy Outcrops

of the city,

it could move
through various fiberoptic

and electrostatic

currents.

Various texts and pictorial
representations discovered

in the Deep Web
and in the ancient ruins

of Berlin

served as blueprints
for the Outcrops.

The Nons
immersed themselves in alloys,

in the outer-shell.

Static

Imagine you died
because you fell off

a cliff.

(In reality),

you've been scalped
by the TV eye

jockey.

[Center Stage].

The Road

*
My favorite road,
I don't know your name.

You pull me into the corn,
into the bats,

the moon.

3 raccoons
watch me from a poplar.

The rabbits
are all around

me like moments of silence.

*
I hop, hop away
from the lunar-light

and back towards the city

(women's gymnastics
tonight in London).