Lines from a Lazy Afternoon

Untended, limelit mill-wings weave
glistening skies from soil, while
Evening staggers, having drunk its
weight in stars.

Curious, intent leaves its hiding
place to lap dew. The cool and wet
diffuse and steal his fright, though
Furious wings soon recapitulate his plight.

Infected by some primrose idleness,
the ill-bred bard unsheaths
his blade, intensifies
his gaze, and waits.

The moon unleashes all its white
upon the populace. Purified,
their conversation comes to
rolling fields and ambles.

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Here's a poem: swinging a baseball bat
into jell-o. Good lord, I hope they don't
sue me for using a brandname
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I dropped a bunch of quarters into the grates
where they clanged off, turned into oranges,
peeled themselves, fornicated for a while,
and died to the tune of "Oh, Susanna!"

Fire is hot. Dancing
like some crazed sun-goddess (her mouth shaped "O")
with massive palms facing towards you.
She waves them around delightfully.

Buckets of suicide bombing rats dumped onto the president's head.
Somebody ought to pay me a million dollars for this.

Phonai Aphonai

Makrothymei:
and I was made
in April,
a stubborn bud
and refused to
bloom.

Chresteuetai:
exploding gently, some
sentiment of water
(like the rain)
infected.

Ouk aschemonei:
It often becomes
impossible
to resist
a flood of this nature
(so I'm told).

Ou paroxynetai
I sang so furiously once,
Now I am silent often
and peer through fences
and around corners.

Panta stegei, panta hypomenei:
Wide-eyed- my
molecules (those you
so elegantly ambushed
in the night)
alight, enflame.

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"Who is it
that they say
I am?" said

Jesus, man
and walking
god alike.

Ridiculous,
absurd, and
skeptical,

I say, I'm
not sure, how
about you

Ask me in
the morning?
When my mind's

not so drunk.
How about
tomorrow?

Don't bother
me, please stay
away from

the places I
mark "Do not
enter," please!

Don't pry, leave
me be, go
find someone

else to save.
I've got all
that I need.

You refuse,
hold me down,
and pierce me,

and I see
who it is
that I am:

Yours.