Floatation

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Earth is chocolate cake with hard candy shell

Moon is 2% milk, chilled



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sour

one gear tooth turns to invert colors

a green morning to red noon

i let sour wind blow thru me

to watch it fall out as ice.



another hour, another month, another lifetime

is not accessible, nonexistant

becoming two dimensioned with one cut, one blow

splinters truth into consumable pieces

and helps me keep the bitter fire going

Balloon

The smallest pinprick

With a side comment served cold

Silently deflates the hope of ever

as it sinks to avoid new disturbances

and settles peacefully on the firm line of impermanence

Snorkler

Fold laundry half evenly
From dusty quiet dullness,
To dry deletion...
I reach for music.

I remember!
And stop squinting against the
perfect black body.

Hang and curl limbs and head with certainty,
the buoyancy of foam on water

Samsara is happiness

Moon

My grandfather, said his father told him,
when you look at the moon, you can tell how you are doing
by whether the man on the moon is smiling or frowning.
My grandfather saw that face somewhere in-between, uncertain.
When I look at the moon, I see an Otter.

You asked about my joy

My joy is a flood of mineral water

To revive life everywhere on the mountainside.

Creatures scraping life from the cracked soil will flourish and spread.


But when this flooding stops,

What will sustain the greenery?