The spiders’ web broke across my nose and cheek
The spiders’ web broke across my nose and cheek.
I felt a slight guilt of having harmed this spiders hard work.
I felt a slight gladness at, maybe, saving a fly from it’s trap.
I felt a slight fear that, maybe, the spider is in my hair or-maybe-in my ear.
I sensed my tiredness of thinking too much.
I feel the anger of the spiders world making more sense,
then the man made world I’m forced to conform.
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?
The roots–as us feeble branches
to the True Vine.
We are unable to survive the harsh world of ourselves.
The roots hold the tree firm-
And seek out the hidden food.
Battard by the storms-
And carved up with false love hopes
of young and old alike.
The root stays pure.
Glad Pecos life nymph
your life is so great
the elk love you and
your river I had a new
baby fish here you
are now part of the
circle of life so feed
your belly with my
Gone into fire into change
so complex it has lost its name
mud shale silt wood
The char of my house
in a hill of wet ashes
Unprofound and prosaic
bubbly eyes, bubble hives
stick bones forced
in an absent mind
this is the lie
for a damaged man
Pink tissue around
in sections like
wrinkled roses on the floor
Pause and try to catch up
before the wind takes them
my heart sinks
every time that happens
Fleeting around a dirty patch
seeking dismal scraps
Yellow eyes darting specks bumbling
like a pigeon, I used to only sit
after the bounty filled me
now i am less afraid
A journey starts from the womb
With every year, a chance for gloom
Age 7, life is heaven
Age 13, not so keen
Now at 20, I am with my crew
Working hard, it’s what I do
27, out of the service looking for work
Looking back, I am happy I was not a jerk
3 jobs later, I am sitting with you all
After my life has taken a big fall
I look forward, to better things
As I get a new job and sprout new wings
I never quit from a fight
For I will overcome to reach New Heights