I'm not finished with Comic-Con 2006 but I did write these two poems about, well, they are what they are. Have fun and spin dizzy.


It's Night And I See

See the sharp steeple erected to point stars out of a line-up
Rather clustered sparks chasing a milk river
To me the dark is greater when spooned.
Marching band rhythm conducts festooned lifestyles
Plucked to squawk like so many hymnals charged and amplified
To secrete the spirit from pores and lap at a dignified state.
Thank God for it. The Jesus and temptation erupts
Liquid granite, cobalt, nickel not yet a diamond flicker
Flow fire and red/white ticking capsules emolliate on the tongue
A flame unlike righteousness but tasting of sleep and feather pillows
Covered non-allergenic comport the last rites to shudder
Free plaster and ceiling rot a sneeze in that instant recognize
The Spirit the Flame the Word made Flesh to wish forever
A moment of faith would discover me looking up and up and up and
up


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On The News This Morning

Sliver light slips through the fingers
With hope to stop the sun but blind
As the hand is glass clear and frail
I’m not talking about what I want
Today people died, were killed rather
By long distance phone chatter and wicked email patterns
Smote as in language from biblical predictions
Circuits mingle and cross unlike clumps of hair
With gum jammed in the fray
More like steel cords unfocused, symmetry amuck,
Splayed outbursts in concrete,
Rebar shaped like intestines from a sacrificial goat,
Innards used to discover the future and foretell
The harvest of dark clouded locusts colluding to eat, die and all that
I’m considering eating cereal but the milk has turned
And I’m not hungry anyway