The End of the World

The veiled one replied,

And who wouldn’t be proud of me?

An atmosphere of polka dots of

Light bent on gravitational waves

Within a vast ineffable folded space

Some degrees north of an asteroid

Belt held her nebulae in place

Beneath a sulfuric acid sky.

There is no weave, no hue devised

What can hide divine form from the mind.

Even the deepest blackest masses

Yield their truth with backstage passes 

All in their own due time.

It’s just a little ways

I said to make the 6:58.

Stopped once along the way by

Stutter steps and heavy breath 

With diesel passing on the left.

Three chums into the boxy whale 

Before I scarce could catch its tail

And mouth agape it kindly waits

To catch me in the baleen seats

Along its windowed flanks

Only to spit me out about 

Twenty-some odd times a week.

Been awake awhile now

While most are still asleep. 

I could regret about everything

But I haven’t got the time.

I’m not the strongest link

The weakest or the richest soil

To grow a crop of human

If you hold on to your pride,

My name is gratitude,

I will remember you.


Press All The Buttons

maybe it’s a dummy panel
rigged up for the alcoholic
here play with this while we go
right on ahead making a living
and five more dimestore hucks
come stuffed at thanksgiving
get off to make a billion bucks
no millionaire’s ever rich enough
we’ve got to grow from dung
fungus, and everyone we know
it gets newer and familiar, too
and what about you my pretty
i’ve got an apple or two for you
and under your little red hood
the tawny and glistening dew
what does this button do
she asked like aerosol gas
o lean and bright in a tight space
the fight before the race
the one-piece vintage fleece
snowmobile swimsuit edition
the monochrome pinstripes
on a mission from who knows
how long ago that gear froze
nothing on but the sun for clothes
by god if there ever was one
what color are her eyes
said exactly no one whose
sad words soon follow
a wandering minor solo
we lied to love her
tried to harmonize
the crazy eyes
just enough
to slide