At the Zoo

You were in the zoo
You were inside an animal's stomach in the zoo
You were the zoo and the zoo was an animal
in the zoo fleeing the zoo
You, the zoo, and the animals were having tea
discussing the news
It seems the zoo hated you and you probably detested animals
But the zoo never existed and you were not an animal
so much as a beggar on a street corner painted in black and white ink
And the blackness ate you
And the animals ate you
And the animals and the blackness were one

I say to these things
in the air, words,
oh lord hold fast!

Love is a lampshade

The buttocks of a morning have risen. Love is a lampshade sitting in a corner unimpressed by the gay apparatus of life. Quiet, the bookshelves are still sleeping. A bible instructs the blacksmith to build metal houses. Within them nothing can exist. As it stands, the angels barely exist themselves. Now we've seen the last of darkness. Now we've seen the last of immediate strangers. Take pride in mirrors. Hang your dreams on coat hangers. Rest assured a good days work will not go unrewarded. When you turn the street corner wave to your fellow man. How glorious is a morning with no evidence of life!

Now, crossing the bridge, we see the woods are without complication. You may kiss your wife, but literature only exists to ensure the mechanisms of sleep.

Evidently there are wars, but atrocities happen. Sincere are the pleasantries of man. If the crippled can't walk we'll force them to write phrases. Now, let us mingle among ourselves. It's an afternoon made for kings and queens. Go forth and squeeze blood from diamonds and back again.

Spirit is the chemistry of the flesh. My body once flew across the countryside leaving me much to do with nothing... How does one sleep without eyelids? I am like a locust living among the swarm. I wish to be a herbivore. I study the methods with which to devour flowers. Here, have the night sky. These road maps lead to idle passing. I've seen everything, but nothing always seems so pure. Even the sunshine prefers natural shade.

The terrorists are actually aliens. They wear scarves and write bad poetry no one cares to read then eventually find their way to Hollywood. And we dig their neat mottos.

There is no such thing as monsters. They're taking the sound of rainbows and putting it on to the radio. As a result, the quality of life has increased by three magnitudes! When you fall in love you can expect a friendly reply from your representative. The more vague the better, as always, to help ensure everlasting peace and solitude. When you buy designer napkins you'll may win a free trip to Tahiti (feel free to go swimming but don't pet the crim. Have you ever seen the dark side of a pound cake? It's quite the fascination).

Sparrow

There is an elbow walking in the woods.
Beware of lost steps.
There is a broken heart wandering the night.
Resist the temptation to laugh at strangers.
The strangest places to be are bathrooms.
Why the universe admonishes birds, no one knows,
but to fly is to be free.
A sparrow races beneath the stars
in search of impermanence
and eventually is awarded broken wings.
Everything else is simply beautiful torment
and words never existed once spoken.

Unfortunate Age

Lies are larger than life.
A seagull is lighter than air.
The rain is blacker than nighttime.
The age of reason is tired of rent.
The slow season of rust must endure.
And the snow is always lost to indecision.
A blind man speaks; there are no more salmon
as we've bred them out of existence.
When the sun rises a magician
has pulled it from his hat.
Emptiness is a still shadow.
From here until eternity the hours wait.
Death is but an aside.
Elegance is my bride
with the stars and planets at my side.
There is nothing more sincere than apes.

Where are the grandchildren? Were they lost in the flood? Did time fly out the window? Are there no more sharks in winter? Alone in the waves a statue stands. There are no roads, there are no trains. The veins you see are what's left of Earth's exposed heart. Do not be afraid of poems, they write themselves on the letterhead of short rumors. We shall reap the rewards of storms that return on a dark night like desire. There is a mistress whose corpse sings in the mirror. What is lost of the best moments lies delicate beneath rainstorns. When we listen to silence the world returns in a cup. Without knowing whispers life's mysteries remain undeciphered.

How Far is Too Far?

The Ode falls flat.

It was a little whisper meant for the sea. All the jellyfish are properly franchised. They've left the sun out too long. The skeletons of the night are always dreaming. Good grief! What is left of the embassy? Will they allow the top hats to enter at will? We must address ourselves as sirs and madams, if for no other reason than quality customer service.

There are not zebras on the moon but one can not discount the possibility of railways to Mars. How cruel men are who do not understand law.

Once a thief always a beggar. Those who are depressed are most likely to sin. Without perfume humanity is but a terrible abomination. Cancer is God's will and thus: no kissing after midnight.