Saturday, December 6, 2014

Many Me's

I set out to discover myself and found many me's. It despaired me first. But then one of them took my hand and we began to dance, then another, then another and soon we were having a ball. We were incestuous and created many, many, many more me's. We were transgressive and met many, many, many others to make many, many, many more me's. And we created a world where we, I, even you, could be anything. 

Saturday, August 9, 2014


All eyes upon you, all hopes green
Your mask turns into that of a queen
Can you play it, be it, be it not?
There is not much room for thought
It's a lucid dream
Where aware of impending alarms,
stark light and loss of charms,
You can leap,
light-footed and deep
Do what can be done
only in half sleep
Before fade out the stars
Awakened, before your waking hour

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Bubble Beings

There floats a bubble
through the eternal
possibilities of trouble-
Pressures outside, within,
surface tension, thin skin.
Some laws of attraction
of constants, variables and fractions
pull it toward other soapy things.

Will they stick, feel big,
in a room full of pricks?
Merge, in a mad surge,
of emotional tricks?
Or 'pop it', as we say?
We who live not in moments but days