lukoi

head thrown back
running
i drank in the light
running
like i should never
have been able

the ground opened up
the trees moved
one with the green
i moved
things that tripped
and things that snagged
did not bother

graceful and lithe
i drank it all in
sharp contrasts
soft yellow light
a darker green
and the smell -
an epiphany played
played inside of me

easing into a stop
incredulity winning
for a moment
over the newfoundness
the world twanged to a stop
an instant after i did
like rubber stretched
and not wanting to stop
urging me on

i look down
scratches on my arms
almost healing
and flash back to
a glimpse of gleaming
fangs in the dark

only a moment
a single frame
that dissolves into
the world alive
in front and around
my body thrums
with an energy
that will not
be contained

i pull back
one last time
inside
and then
mouth wide
smelling, tasting
tendons stretching
and muscles taut
i bound away.

buckle up dorothy

who or what
and where was i
why and how
and when did i
get to be
into this strange
looking glass
alice - dear lass
thought she
had it bad
i'd give lewis
a run for
the money
he had.

pity

fend !
the barbs
the insults
the backstabbing
the nonchalance
the unending stupidity

what am i fending for ?
fending exhausts
leaves me no time
none whatsoever
to live with
whats mine
might as well
stop
and be rubbed under
trampled to the dust
from whence we
sprung fighting

such a waste.

almost perfect

Its a saturday morning and I look out the window. It frames an explosion of fresh green leaves and a wet earth. The air is cool and the smell of rain lingers - that absoluelty divine whiff of a parched land suddenly made wet. And my lines are prevented from becoming a cliche, by a sky which is a bright white, and not a brilliant blue. A cup of tea in hand, I stare oustide as my mind picks up on a thought. I forget the beauty, as it tries to think of ways to preserve a moment like this forever. Stupid me.

early death

musings, born
out of a monkey mind
that refuses to be still
jumping and grabbing
on to every passing thought
following it around
chattering
gibbering
and discarding it
for the next ,
die an early
death.