The Runes at the Side of the Canyon

The edits are made and discarded
We walk into the silence of the desert
Policy states that none may be distinct from any other, except in those cases in which they may, but see disclaimer
There are times when the moon simply will not do for what you have in mind
All the times of loss are compounded into an aroma of strawberries
The choke points are there to compromise your resolve
Yet unbeknownst to you there were some ravens by this way last night
My feeling about the direction things are going –
– Let us not forget the orbiting of those blue shadows –
– Is that there is a strong wind coming,
And we must all be prepared to take to the sea
The wind
It comes
It is not for us to be here when it arrives
The moment is come to leave all familiar things behind
The moment is come to strike out alone

Not for one instant did I see the dynamite under congress
But in the ends of the alleyways,
There are cases when you must put your lenses on and study
The runes at the side of the canyon are powerful and foreboding
The chaos to follow will be as nothing compared to your inner shadows
I call on the strength of 1,000 shadows and Jesus Christ

Let us become parrots, and flap about in jungles
Let us become house pets, and lounge about in the sun
Let us become mice, and dance beneath the moon
Let us dissolve into two dimensions

Change the cases and change the game
Change your eyes and you change what you see
Change their purses and escape the country
Change is good

Luna, We Call Her

Who can say what direction the moon favors?

One side is light, one is dark

And always it is ever turning around the Earth

The moon carries our dark secrets

As it carries the Apollonian rays of mental light

The archer who shoots the moon scores tremendously

Our buttons are pushed, and we react from it

In the evening when we relax,

It brings sweetest sleep

The serpent powers of the stars come down to slither upon it

Needing no one’s permission,

It turns, bending our emotions, this way and that

We come together under it to dance

Bringing down the mice of the moon’s cheese

Luna we call her, technically

Ever turning into the evening

Ever turning into the day

It lights our ways at night

And bringing all together,

We bring it down

A fantastic collision

The space faring creatures

Know not what to do with us

The moon-mice are now everywhere

Eating us out of house and home

As the Earth is reshaped

Together, you and I

We face this bravely

Not giving into fear

The Animals

In the trials of frogs
The juries are not of crickets
Too much has been seen to not know
All the predations
Never flying into the sky
Yet having wings in the water
They devour
And the hunting of mice by coyotes
Is ever the same
Step on the head,
Then take it into the mouth
The instinct to freeze relatively unhelpful
The video of the mother rabbit
Beating up the snake who came to eat her babies
Is very amusing to us
I let the cat out nearly nightly now
She is very timid outdoors
If she hunts (and she does have her claws)
She has never brought anything back
We have rabbits about in the night
And at times, in the day
Some squirrels
But few chipmunks
The cat has no tags
And her shots are a couple weeks out of date
But she always comes back
And has yet to get sick
The crows and hawks are about
Plying their predatory trade
At the farm we have the honking bullfrogs
And the screaming toads
As well as tree frogs
Four cats,
And chickens confined to a yard

Shards, Pieces, Sunlight, Mirrors

My mind grows legs and goes in search

For a dream, a parchment, a piece of life

Everything is shards, pieces, sunlight, mirrors

In my world

Everything goes to pieces

The Jabberwock!

Also a frequent character

A weathered beast gobbles you up

It’s noumenon swallows the world

Red mice flitter about

And the wings get trapped in sticky gel

Artful though the construction

I could not sustain

Everything broke apart

But nothing was known

Until it was clear

The sharks circle

A mousetrap snaps shut

Everything goes dark

For a moment