Breathe In

Good mourning, wispy
dancers floating in my

cold winter morning breath.

Have an adventure with the clouds and the birds,
all flown south.

Hello Darling, My Sorrow's Finest Spring Season Around the Corner of Winter

hollow oak
desperate malfunctioning branches
cloak the gray winter clouds.
not really

the winter air hangs a dead still in lieu of the leaves.
that's fine, the sooner the snow coats
the dirt floor the better.

it'll be like a blanket,
knit from the condensation of angels and gods.

supervisors of this natural phenomena,
i see a wicked gray cloud,
letting a warm beam of light lay shadows

where above them dance the dead oak
in the breeze.

The Life And The World To Come

Satin is dead, or so they say;

although they say god is dead too,
Nietzsche, or so they say.

Milton says we were saved,
when adam and eve went into hell,
simply by sampling a fruit.

They buried themselves behind naked flesh,
in mountains of guilt,
scared their knees praying for rain
in the longest and driest of droughts;

their son struck the first blood,
and it was of his own blood.
One brother lay dead, melting into the cracks
of a mighty chasm,
the other was murdered.

The first guilt birthed,
From this great folly of that treacherous snake,
came an opportunity for man to prove Nietzsche wrong;

and we live now to find forgiveness,
which is reason alone.

In the life in the world to come.

You Are a Nervous Child, Paragraph

Hello, daffodil moon hanging lowly in the sky. Don't bump your chin on the table moma say elbows too you are a nervous child feet can't touch the floor and they aint stop shakin; paragraph is short three to five sentence statement of a similar train of thought playing on the floor with cabosse and engine, steam before; how can anyone acomplish these sentences in a suit and tie wed them to an idea a paragraph I can be afraid if I want.

W(ring her neck)riter is scared of I(f she cries)nstead of brave in the face of a paragraph better then theirs.

She's a Mighty Pretty Snowflake You Don't See

There are explosions
Behind my eyelids:

I can feel a winter breeze,
Descend through the canopy of pines
On the evergreen trees. They shake
The smells of Egypt and Russia,
The desers and the tundras of this world

All ride alongside each microscopic
Snowflake;

I cannot see them tonight,
But it is early for snow.
I wish to see the specks of ice,

Too warm for snow, a murky soup of mud in place.

My eyes are closed,
Watery eyed, I smile thinking about the snowy prospect
Of January.

Beatnik Prayer # 2

Snowing beaches,
nature's perfect contradiction,
but
Where are consistent
Evergreens beside highways?

Another roadside
contradiction.

Paradise Notes 2

Perhaps the best claim towards this statement that Satin is the hero of Paradise Lost can be best found in the above question. If one is to contend that Adam and Eve (as the metaphorical parents of mankind)’s fall from grace is a good thing, then who is to blame (or praise) other then the snake Satin himself. He enables an opportunity to lead a purposeful and fulfilling life of forgiveness and redemption with his temptation. Ironically failing on all fronts at disrupting God’s good creation.