Sunday, May 28, 2017

Lunch Walk

Less time than a prison yard
but more
to put under gaze.
We seek to be invisible,
into the summer haze.

Work piles up
while we breath fresh air
for our only fun.
Let the scene to be seen
turn and blister
in the sun.

Wear eight hats
and pulled
every which way.
We let work eat up
too much of our day.
we’ll go on our lunch walk
to stay.   

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Song of the Hooves

Soundly uplifting
to be the workhorse,
to charge unbroken,
scarred by thorny brush.

Make earthly tremors
a calling card.
Let armchair emperors
taste blood and dust.

Let very course
be a thunderous plain,
let every harness
lay broken beneath. 

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Bounce University

an upward swing
from every down-pressed time
every fracture of spirit
every dying sign

basic joy of motion
as we laugh among the screams
primal, carnal joy commotion
powers scattered tribal dreams

jumping high
and shoeless
as if making pagan prayer
smiling and remorseless
as we immolate with flair

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Bleary Epiphany

spy the clock to find
the hours burned by fast
distraction waves
like knowing knaves
bringing head-slump slumber
at the desk

the quiet dark
is false calm
a rude pause
to the world’s rage
churning somewhere

but the blue night
filled with child of dawn
sparks the need
to fly awake
and burn brighter than magnesium sun
while the rest of the world