Fortuitous Instant

Fortuitous instant

All other happenings

eclipsed

Chance that I

would be the sole spectator

Of a subtle flash of fact

Illuminating for a millisecond

The nakedness of emperors

The masks of thieves

The perfidy in pretty things

The banality of the bizarre.

American Monday

On an American Monday

We labor in Skinner boxes

Pecking away

Rapt by the promise of Saturday.

At Red Butte Garden

How to resist the sultry whisper

of a bed of daffodils in April?

A luxurious lie, a gilded mask

to obscure the russet earth from view.

I tear my eyes away

and pursue a path

marked by the crackling sound

of dry, feral grasses in tête-à-tête with the wind.

The real yellow here is a smattering of wildflower

that refuses to sleep with rich topsoil,

instead eloping with the renegade red earth.

Original composed 23 April 2010, completed 26 September 2010

Confessions of a Philistine

Alter my consciousness, add me a nerve

I’ll settle for less than what I deserve

And I will subsist

 on

Dancing to music that only I hear

And lovemaking with specters that only you fear

Recklessly awake-dreaming of sleep-time illusions

Intrepidly seeking a soul contusion

Fucking fantastical creations with tongue un-tied

And what was dead in me un-died

Newly cloistered in conventional folly

And I fear 

I’m more Delilah than I’ll ever be Molly.



Completed 20 Sept 2010