Love Songs (I)

Spawn of fantasies
Sitting the appraisable
Pig Cupid            his rosy snout
Rooting erotic garbage
“Once upon a time”
Pulls a weed      white star-topped
Among wild oats sown in mucous membrane
I would            an eye in a Bengal light
Eternity in a sky-rocket
Constellations in an ocean
Whose rivers run no fresher
Than a trickle of saliva

There are suspect places

I must live in my lantern
Trimming subliminal flicker
Virginal             to the bellows
Of experience
                              Colored glass.

by Mina Loy

superficial


this key
that unlocks any door
is no use to me
these shadows made of light
are invisible to my eyes
and why does asphalt and rubber
sound like drawn out sighs
i am superficial
never get
any deeper
than the surface of things
callings
unheard
readings
not meant for me
but I’m so plastic
anything applies
with everything true
no second chance
any plan b
is now an a
a coin flip away
from judgment


my tribe

centered in presence, grounded in body, in process
in practice
finding freedom
to play in the moment
find purity
compassion
imagination
the trick is not more speed
but releasing the brakes
feeling this moment
right here
because
why not?
take your shoes off
wiggle your toes
tickle someone you love

you may have noticed there are not 5 bears anywhere on that fake graphic. I don’t know what happened to them, they were there a minute ago…

what if you knew

What if you knew
taking.that.next.step
meant you could never
find your way back
—what must be true
(to take it anyway)
what if you had
to leave (even yourself)
behind
in the way
(you currently cherish)
would a
promise of salvation
be enough
(when nothing
remained you?)
what if we
aren’t talking
(about death
but) of transformation
would it be
any different?
(to be whole?)