The Little Red God
When I said,
“I’m playing Pokemon Go”
“Aw man, you should be looking
for ‘real’ portals.”
his wife gave birth.
old friends and acquaintances off,
the difference between theory
And ‘real’ practice.
Rain is a Hard Consonant
Rain hits harder when
In without judgment
Or an outside.
Con/Jur/d pre-2009 - a personal favorite
Not a nature mystic by any means necessary prefer urban traits, jangled nerves precious addictive tension
scoff at any enlightenment requiring trees, rocks, and bloody claws. But for the sake of clarity one cannot beat:
boys, boats and occasional fish bitching brothers basking between birds and bass under an active sky
a fix of innocence, first thought better thought, a literal and obviously conscious stream, patiently drawing lines through mountains
daring to say babbling brook alliteration gently describing a ten thousand years voice breaking and bubbling
our cultural anomaly of living second to second by making all seconds, the same. It took her only one rainy
season to smile, but all human history does not yet understand what she implies.
When this arrives, I’ll be there:
regardless, I’ll see ya’all here: