the core of the earth
churns like the DNA at
the heart of my claim
the core of the earth
churns like the DNA at
the heart of my claim
i feel too awake
a whiff of human pollen
your eyes look different
onions ⊙ planets ⊙ real estate prices ⊙ cells ⊙ solar systems ⊙ eggs ⊙
cities ⊙ mandalas ⊙ stadiums ⊙ colosseum ⊙
dartboards ⊙ bug lamps ⊙ the campfire ⊙
hurricanes ⊙ snail shells ⊙ atoms ⊙ avocados ⊙
spotlight ⊙ big star ⊙ center of attention ⊙
a coherent argument ⊙ a central idea ⊙ a pithy thesis ⊙
a real good bar ⊙
halo ⊙ meaning ⊙ soul ⊙
like ⊙ god ⊙ like ⊙
(the point (⊙))
Totem:
Four smooth stacked stones
O, it’s all wilderness,
Plant fiber, and animal bones!
Till: stones
The earth likes the sun
but she may be a little
biased. And by “likes” –
life paces
like a zombie horde outside
the schoolroom doors the more
rain pours down the hills
the quicker the river slithers
god, what’s that smell?
some fungus or lesser mold
takes hold, says “and me”
and life finds its wicked way
under the door
ow!
you had a mosquito
Snail shell
Spineless nomad
Unharshably mellow
No-no-no-no-no, don’t step there!
Mollusc
smile
good yes good yes
love present life love God
happy God life positive God
life-smile
(ego
birth: an “I” crawls
out from tangled darkwet
brackenbriar paradoxes
within)
lit like
a left blinker
on a car turning right
she’s an empty signifier
all bliss