short vision poem

Twenty Five Seconds of Vision

there was a marina
surrounded by
plastic in the shape
of boats next to a wide
river with trees at either side
near the foot of a mountain
where an antennae was on the peak
a few miles below the airplane
that disappeared into the cloud
as things faded back to blindness

my poems have always been love poems

Painless Ain’t Touchy

I walk around town
in midday sunglasses

elegant flight
of birds above
I hear echoes
shake em off

I lean on the garbage can
and study the trashifacts
they don’t seem so bad
to me from here
they are powerless

I trip on the sidewalk
bodyskid and all
laughing and all I get up
shakeless knees

the terminator continued
because of programming
my emotions power me on
I continue towards you
and no one is shooting me
but if they were
no bother
bullets ain’t got shit
right now

effortless overcome
we will tower over me
protecting me to find you

short watery poem

Usnuss

There are these two
lakebed stones
touching that
fish as I
pull reel
and up it
towards

mumpkin poem

I’m Gonne Wrap My Arms Around You

sometimes when people dig
from one side of the earth to

I know I cannot dive in
then I will fall
through and off

but if I leverage
against this
rock

there will be slow
stretch armstrong action
and I will feel this entire distance

enduring the core
of the planet
to touch you

poem while imagining

Power Makes Me Cry

sometimes when I share
my emotions publicly
I am overtaken
and cry
like a little
because I am so
happy to be saying
that exact phrase
to someone
after thinking it
so long

nonreligous poem

Forest of Gosh

where the dirt is
that is where I lay down
there is no hippo nearing
I smell nothing

am free
of fear
for now

I roll from my stomach to my back
just to stare at the sun for a bit

I swear
in that moment Of white light
overtaking eyeballs
I saw the shape of you
like a body in the doorway
of the bedroom
late at night

shake it off
I doublecheck
no
you are not descending
not just yet

cryptic poem that isnt scared

Made of Bloods

I am
it has been proven to me
through force

there are birds and leaves
floating on air currents
twenty feet above my heart
and just below the tops of trees

right now
nothing is wrong at all

no retreat
nope
I know what
I am made of

I ain't scared

baseball poem, happy world serios.

I Talk To You Like I Pitch Off a Mound

highandtight
fastballs that
movelike
curveballs

moving poem

Close Up It Is Ground

mountain near a road
that nears as you drive

through the fog
towards your exit

poem looking towards

Soothentually

I hear horns

roll on the blanket

I long for your eyes where
my eyes are staring I vision

I welcome that hornet
the sting is no match
when you are soothing

yes yes I say
to myself
I know

patience
slow motions

not a bird startled
not a cat

we have grace
eventually

poem from today

Traffically, Water in the Morning

many cars moving long distances
along highways in spread out packs
semi often burst of speed
brakings
I see the crack in the windshield
and reason my way around fixing it today
I am already late and behind
but alright I guess
because I am carry on

poem needs to think

Sometimes I Avoid What I Witness

walrus on top of the house
roof hitting floor that gives way
to hit the floor below it
dryer underneath a walrus

this is the kind of stuff
I think about when I am trying
to escape from something meaningful
that will move me
back into this
scary calm

hornet hat
elephant factory

goddamm it
I’m at it again

I’ll just guard the floor
and think about things
for a longlong while

poem near food

Microwave Carousel

I am sitting in a chair
and thoughts are shuffling
like usual these powerful
are just in and out and
I am making faces
alone in this house

a poem that flies

Heartrait

feet on sidewalk
far below
the thunder

green clouds
you know what I mean

I meet you in the middle
of the street
here a few feet
from the pothole

tornado nearing
no matter
take my hand

we lift
into the air
rotating

our feet pulled
awayaway from
each other

violently
we are toss

we are landing on the metal

but there is not let go
no no not this time

we are cradled in
the raised hydraulic arms
of a demolished bulldozer

without opening my eyes
there you are
I feel fine

hungry poem of sneak

opening and eating

When there is a face
on the carton
i imagine it
is your face

I kiss near the milk
on this photo
of someone
missing
like you
were

but I found you
I found that face
that is your face
not just reminding me
of your face

pouring
placing down
looking forward to
you walking in that door

so I can spill this milk

as I flip
the table to run
towards you
like you have
been gone
from here
for years