Frass

The morning sun rose

Over the trees on the hillside

And a new day's light 

Shone so bright

Through a thousand drops

From the rain last night

'Cross that sea of stars, from left to right

A single bee, caught gold in flight

And as I, like caught in reverie

Was glorying in that radiant bee

Out of that bug's tiny ass

Came a spray of bee poop frass

Which glowed illumined by the sun

Fell fulgent bronze and then was gone

I laughed, how wondrous and absurd

The sun, the light, the bee, the turd

Spark and Current

The world is full of souls

Who spark

That spark, spark, spark

They flicker bright

Dancing wild

With the energy

Of the ephemeral instant

And there are also souls

Who are

Current

That flow, flow, flow

They turn the wheels

That light the darkness

With the energy

That sustains

Deep Red

Deep Red are the Lips that kissed me

Deep Red are the Lips that sighed

Deep Red are the Lips of the one who hurt me

Deep Red are the Lips that lied

Deep Red is the blood of innocents

Deep Red is Hell's rising light

Deep Red are the Lips of the Whore of Babylon

Deep Red are the Lips that lied

The Sad Short Hymn of Heraclitan Christianity

I think all things are just a mess

And Jesus? Hey, it's your best guess

Every belief is just the same

Because who knows? It's all a game.

On Christ the Shifting Sand I Stand

All other ground is burble gasp

All other gasp

gasp burble gasp

An Arrow in Flight

I

Dreamed

I was

An Arrow in Flight

I flew

So Swift

So Sure

So Light

Cowslip's Church

Denominational Christianity
Feels
Sometimes
To My Soul
Like
Cowslip's Warren
Filled with Fat
Soft Eyed Rabbits
Singing the Praises
Of the Shining Snare

Kintsugi and Kraal

In a metaphor

That has launched

A thousand feelgood sermons

And a thousand thousand feelgood memes

There is a technique in Japanese pottery

Kintsugi

In which a shattered pot is repaired

With molten gold

And becomes a thing

Of even greater beauty

Broken and

Beautiful

We sigh

Which makes me think

Being the sort of idiot I am

Of Maasai houses

In Maasai villages

Kraal, they are called

And Kraal are made of 

Mud and

Sticks and

Grass and

Bullshit

Because that is what is there

So when your home breaks

Or falls apart

You can always

Just patch it up

Good as new

With more

Mud and

Sticks and

Grass and

Bullshit

And I think

Being the sort of idiot I am

Hey

Whatever works.

Pushy

The man who likes to 

shout

and shove

Has never known

A Father's 

love

Light Shepherd

Shall I curse Your leprous white Sin Name your Evil My words all a bitter shepherd's goad Driving you down to the bleating pen of my hate Or Listen Or Watch Eyes scrying for embers of light Speak Words turning the rich dark soil Of your most Gracious living possible Soul

School Dream

So last night I had this
School dream
It was the
First day of school
And I was on time to class
And I was wearing pants
And I found a seat with no problem
And I
Listened to the professor lecture
on
Literature, justice and the law
While taking notes by hand
with a blue pen.

It wasn't stressful at all.
Kind of a good class, actually.

Weird.

Self Aware

This Is Just an Utterly Ordinary Sentence That I Rearranged On Separate Lines And Called A Poem

Mercy for the Fool

I dreamed I met a man
A man
With absurd hair
And a false tan

Stuffed clumsy into an ill fitting
Suit
Wandering alone
In the abandoned streets
Of a once proud city

The sun beat down
Merciless
The air thick smothering wet
His face bright red
His awkward suit
Damp with
Sweat

"I am so hot,"
He said eyes down
to the burning road
"So hot."

And though he was a
fool
and the
King of Fools

I said

I lifted his face to mine and

I said

"Here."

And I blew soft
On his face
And a cool wind rose
To play through his
Absurd hair
Slicked flat back with sweat

"O God,"
he sighed
Closing his hell-weary eyes

"That feels
So Good."

My Sweet Enemy

Honeysuckle

Is my

Enemy

Strangling my 

Dogwood

Murdering my 

Blueberries

Smothering my

Holly

And yet

As I watch

On a new summer's twilight

The young couple stops

And He

Laughing

Takes flowers for her hair

Then a woman

Alone

Presses her face

Into its warm

Sweet

Welcome

O my 

Enemy

How worthy you are

of 

Love

The Angel of Light

The 

Angel Of Light

Shines

His Shiny 

Spotlight Brightness

On Just that

One Thing

About The Other

That You Most

Despise.

"Look,"

He says

Voice Shimmering

With

Sympathetic Outrage

"Look

at the

Horrible Truth

of

Who They Are."

Condensation

How many
Tears are
Nothing But Condensation On the Flesh of a Cold Hard Heart

Geese Are A--holes

A sweet

Spirit
Sister

Sings to me

Do not repent in
Ashes

She sings

Let the
Soft animal
Of your body

Love what it loves.

O sister

My soul sings
In sad ashen reply

Repent I must

For

The soft animal
Of my body

Loves nothing

I sing

Nothing In All
Creation more 

than

Power.