Bone in snow
covered spring,
will you tell
us what you know?
The thaw leaves
traces in maps of ice.
What abomination
will we dream now?
Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language.
Bone in snow
covered spring,
will you tell
us what you know?
The thaw leaves
traces in maps of ice.
What abomination
will we dream now?
In the spiraling clouds.
In the stalactite humming.
The witch doctor
frog man lingers
in the willows.
A delta-glyphic
half moon shines,
crystalline,
through granite.
The big cats are non-alien
in darkful fog
and wash over outcrops.
A cold branch
drops into colder water.
The big cats
drop quiet like deadfall
and the beetles turn
the mountain grey.
*Or this version of the first stanza that plays on The Neverending Story and Stranger Things title:
In the spiraling-nothing.
in the upside-down.
the witch doctor
dogman lingers
in the willows.
If you are a good
boy, then
you will get what you want.
*
I want pizza, please?
And can Jacob spend
the night?
and we can drink
Fago and play Nintendo?
*
Jacob's mom
drops him off
and we play
Double Dragon II
until our eyes bleed.
*
The mornings
are spent toppling
over dirt mounds
and falling into
the freshly dug
basements of suburbia.
This is a trap!
The rat is pregnant.
The rat had an abortion.
The rats are not pregnant,
they are both female.
Charcoal and Sniffles are expecting.
There's a bun in the oven,
a calf in cow,
a half-calf with root beer
and cinnamon.
Cinnamon is the name
of the first born baby rat.
Cinnamon is midnight black.
Root Beer was born in stillness
on the classroom sky
When the halls glow red.
you can hear her,
after hours,
pegging at the beams.