such great
imperfect change
over centuries
miracle time
all this
resilient adventure
all this
intrepid humanity
nothing necessarily
seemingly conventional
everything eerily
perhaps intentional
personal dietetics
such greatness
exploring recipes
cultural goals
constructing those
cultural gods
irreversible alphabets
something like
instructing A
capitol rhymes
so everything
becoming Zee
such capital
maybe then
in insistent
voracious time
we'll somehow
truly find
perfect change
mending hurt
while tears
describing pain
even poetically
vibrate down
our genetically
human cheeks
all those
perfect fears
those impending
not so
very subtle
irreversible changes
perhaps then
over centuries
we'll discover
controversial time
indicates nomenclature
dictating recovery
such resilience
within such
orbital nature
within that
amazing stature
with that
graphic miracle 
covalent change
where alphabets
A tonal
to that
artistic Zee
becoming one
resolving bets
somehow then
irreversibly insane
such great
even inane 
furtive change
over centuries
recovers that
didactic human
absolutely soulful
holy range

       * * * 

 

I tried
to fit
my geometric
eccentric self
into something
onto some
less eclectic
yet random 
recourse shelf
my tangled
unusual angles
my testy
messed up
controversial bits
inside this
social box
confessing this
I sometimes
feel strangled
it's all
mingling bursts
rebel fits
maybe if
I somehow
familially orbit
resolve now
to angle
something more
or less
so I
might find
some how
I do
somehow fit
but only
if geometry
is somehow
finally rearranged
at least
a bit
I was
on that
very verge
coming apart
emergently curving
my self
into some
random refuge
then subversive
amorphous me
turning up 
as smoke
sulphur flares
because words
I spoke
utterly dimensional
revealing this
my sensational
utterly unconventional
madhouse dare

        * * * 

 

then one day
you wake up
realize you have
lost everything
breathe in
feeling lost 
breathe out
you've lost
life's human game
you wake up
rub your eyes
at this point
realizing this
that you have
somehow lost
your sacred way

      * * *  

 

dry crust
yellow earth
smoke for air
what about water
our fluid thirst
life's liquid worth
does anybody
truly care
an anxious stare
could be worse
skin could burn
lose our hair
radio-active surely
war's daring intercourse
taking us there
caring is worthy
so what choice
yet out there
bewitched water
twitching atmosphere
wretched acrid air
testament endearing
basic intentional ways
fiendish humans
surely tainted
elevated revelance
dry earth
sigh sigh sigh
acid air
doubt doubt doubt
refrain from fainting
what drought brings
deserted flustered crust
maybe then again
lustful hurricanes
notorious category five
mega-cyclone floods
infernal mega-storms
burning acid rain
return to desert
more mega-drought
tasking droning AI
mad money
phony trust
Mars honey
masking total loss
crude iniquitous fiefdoms
inventing phone things
what is left
restrictive freedom
rude liquid
inglorious fluid jive
what could remain
should anything
still be alive
this crusted earth
yellow smoky air
what jello water
is truly worth
pumpjack levers
our basic thirst
seems manic petroleum
remains ridiculously clever
firstly just panic
how much
should plastic
even try
dreaming colder
reality ever hotter
could we ever
dream resolve
a perfect touch
clear clean water
clean clear air
should we
ever truly
resolve to care
distilling things
what daring
truly matters
climate change
corruption splitting hairs
economic distillation
corrupt institution brings
spitting mad hatters
dystopian things
earth's fluid harmony
air and water
charter of rights
populations scattered
civil freedom
all hope shattered

          * * * 

 

I remember
your touch
holding you
oh that
delicious rush
I remember
just how
I felt
how we
could suddenly
melt together
I would
truly feel
yearning passion
your love 
your burning
downunder fashion
I thought
we should
would last
die together
not fall
so far
tragically apart
badly hurting
I'm still
sadly crashing
I thought
our love
was real
we weren't
just flirting
all that
magic time
dreams about
enigmatic rhymes
how things
could have
should have
lovingly been
but this
inverted ocean
overtly vast
keeping us
covertly far
impossibly apart
I thought
we'd launch
compassionately together
stand by
on Mars
staring out
staunch there
love reflecting
far off
distant earth
resist shouting
calling out
love's game
insistent doubt
blaming me
you can
name me
for failing
true love
for sailing
across oceans
far away
wondering how
I'd ever
really find
my way
somehow back
to you
pondering now
rendered notions
stretched across
tragically sketched
wretched time
lasting oceans
painfully etched
as endings
often go
rendered sketchy
that need
we have
to remember
so truly
do we
surely know
if we
newly remember
love's touch
how much
we resembled
perfect love
just how
we trembled
so much
remember everything
hurtful love
our dismembered
disabled love
dying embers
cold ash
sadly remember
our love burning
our mad fire
our living love
our mad desire

        * * * 

 

I keep
telling myself
don't panic
I'm not
on fire
though life
I know
real flames
some things
needily incinerated
void things
not very
far away
I keep
poking myself
demanding things
provoking those
other games
giving in
that shack
I am
living in
deriving moments
also ran
I keep
reminding myself
equating manic
with every
dire fire
leaving nothing
except ash
giving nothing
except crashing
beyond loathing
brash dreams
igniting flames
beneath boasting
trash games
panic mostly
with each
flaming train

       * * * 

 

earth plumbing
eco frailty
politico importance
environ portent
mental extant
worthy reality
draining things
liquid flowing
flushing solids
keeping things
actively going
like a shower
requisition singing
timely additive
oil into water
that subject closet
selective composite
amplitude convergence
flash paper idols
proud toilet fuel
amplified resurgence
proud flesh knowing
what goes in
each griping
truth or sin
every twitch
what comes
bewitchingly out
day gripping
obstinate night
trusting gravity
reviewing doubt
push that old
truly nervous bout
in and out
transcend vanity 
everyone sighing
descending further
somewhat closer
to vain insanity
reserving shouts
wanting to be
just somewhere
needing really
to explicitly pee
then something
implicit key
rusty plumbing
flustered crying
crusty depravity
censured prying
got to run
escape dying
maybe walking
before some
life numbing
disrespectful leak
critical importance
planetary plumbing
maintaining zones
it is
just those
stock piling
market things
flushing volumes
liquidity flowing
channeling gushing
keeping things
reactively growing
monetarily knowing
corporate care
making greed good
productive humming
maintain profit
fluid drumming
motivational water
flowing streams
shareholder plumbing
gravitational dreams
religiously needy
deep into greedy
feeling exalted
politically seedy
corporate plumbing
that golden calf
that bathroom alter
destiny should 
fate can
it could
intentionally falter
plumbing understood

          * * *