Earth Day

At the world fair they shrunk the earth
and all it's curiosities into a single square
kilometre, reaching out across unexplored
urban wastelands, now built up on every side.

The NaPoWriMo Back Log Day 15 - Pantum

The River Red Gums can dig for water
through stone, for over a kilometre
When her mother left, her journals
filled the silent house with explanations.

NaPoWriMo: Translation

Your mouth moved, sound
surfing the airwaves, almost
reaching but never breaking
the speed of light

like the slurring arms
of a drunken boxer; all intent,
no connection, lost
in translation

At the crossroads in Shanghai
your racism confused me
the references to yellow turning
to red

Silence is immovable
my phone stays flat,
out of sight, my profile stalks
your shadow no more.

NaPoWriMo: A Valediction for Flight

We fell
as angels do

Plummeting
into humanity

Wings cut
by shoulder blades

NaPoWriMo Cinquain

stressed
syllables snap
as lines break rhythmically
shards cut to iambic metres
of verse

NaPoWriMo: A series of unlikely explanations

Your mouth is a sack of marbles
pulling a prized pearler
from your lips, it rolls
into the nearest earthen hole.

Many years ago a small seed
lodged in my throat, growing
thicker, in darkness now
I only speak in latin.

Teeth and tongue, repeat
lip and cheek, repeat
an army of minuscule muscles
struggling against silence

on potential

If you were to ask a caterpillar what it knew of silk it would only speak of hunger. The solitude required for metamorphis is exhausting; it's every instinct is attuned to accumulation.

But caterpillars cannot communicate; they are all legs, teeth and tastebuds. It's whole being is segregated into bundles of What Will Be.

Destiny need not be tangible. The caterpillar is a masticating blue print. Evolution winks and clucks it's tongue, "Kid you got potential; this cluster of cells will one day be antennae, this one here a wing."

The caterpillar eats on.

The heart of a butterfly is a long and slender muscle, stretching along it's nervous system, suspended between it's wings. If you teach an old caterpillar new tricks they will be recalled upon metamorphosis.

If you ask a butterfly what it knows of flight it will tell you that it is somewhere between though and emotion.

If you ask it what it remembers of childhood it will teach you to taste your dreams.