Roots are Trees

March of the Sea Urchins

2009-10-20T20:26:00.000-06:00

water’s running down the walls again
and I sit in full lotus on the ceiling
dropping glow sticks
and watching all the roaches drown

you swim in circles underneath
fucking jellyfish
and cowering like a sea urchin
locked in a shoe box

and because I love you
I slit your neck so you can breath
knowing you sightless sea urchins
will skid up the wall and ambush me.

Technicality of the Fly

2009-09-17T18:23:00.001-06:00

the scars on my wrists wont heal
and I ran out of long sleeve shirts
days ago

leprechauns don’t put up with
discrimination
like this

I liked my cookies

2009-06-15T16:43:00.007-06:00

there was always something wrong with them
but I liked my cookies
then one day John came up and said
if you eat shit long enough
pretty soon it don’t taste like shit anymore
I thought about this
and then I bought some milk and baked some cookies

Paper Pirates

2009-06-12T10:31:00.002-06:00

The sailboat drags through blue construction paper waters. Turbulence is high and there are many paper cuts. On Sundays it rains spit wads, but the boat is made of red paperboard and easily deflects them. The origami sailors wear black tissue paper hats and are equipped with telescopes and shurikens they use to combat paper monsters and commandeer passing vessels.

But sometimes, after the background had been swapped from blue to black paper, the pirates drift into a familiar melancholy and wonder why the sea never ends...

At dawn the black paper is crumpled into a ball and lit on fire, and a sea serpent folded from a color photograph of a naked woman appears and rustles with the sound of paper against paper. She batters the sailboat with her devil's tale and the pirates counter with cardboard cannons. Hit, bleeding paper mache and spewing confetti, she shrieks like the tearing of paper as she is recycled into the sea of Post-it notes and single-use greeting cards.

Victorious and watermarked, the paper pirates sail off past flying windmill flowers and into the infinite ocean...

Day 136

2009-06-12T10:26:00.003-06:00

Like a gypsy meerkat I ninja
honeysuckles from the presidents fence.
Savoring the sweet nectar,
I scurry down the overgrown driveway
and tricycle back to Pete's,
where the drum circle senators
await my return. I present
the yellow-white fairy
to the other boys wearing army pants.
Pete nods and the drums begin. Sonic booms
storm the ants and Pete hands me a beer,
I will not forget this day.

Heliocentic

2009-06-12T10:25:00.001-06:00

The friction of nylon on air
Inflames the nectarine hot air balloon
As it falls like a burning parachute
Into the vacuum of night.
The horizon bleeds
As the overripe star is extinguished
By its advancing reflection.

When the trees look orange...

2009-05-28T10:24:00.001-06:00

You know it’s time to lie supine
In the grass, even though the sign says GO!
And tambourine brandishing swine
Dance round you in the ascending snow.

You know super sized kitty cats
Fixed to flocks of honking balloons
Mewling like prehistoric bats
Can’t exist outside Saturday morning cartoons.

You know rubber duckies shouldn’t be intimidating
When squeaking by, and decide you must have died
Cuz everyone’s wearing glass slippers and stomping
Their feet like sex-crazed elephants rushing poolside.

You know this, overcome by bliss,
And chose to embrace it…but miss.

Sandman's Hourglass

2009-05-09T16:44:00.001-06:00

The sifting of sand between two faces
Prevents trade like silly putty bridges
And leaves the taste of distilled adolescence
Vacillating between chapped lips.

The sifting of sand between two faces
Traces a veil of glistening blankets
Over the eyelids of slumbering infants
Reaching for wellsprings within the darkness.