In Lieu of the dirt...poems.

Lull

Torturous images invade our souls,
keeping us warm and making us whole.

Thoughts and actions-a thin social barrier,
message so critical, but an impotent carrier.

Screams muffled through a Celotex crucifix,
shouting into the ice
from the center of the world.

Shackled by the gas bill,
residing in a cube,
egos implode
all over the room..

@Creps
Roll - press - spin - monotony
drag - mechanized - motorskillz
droned...
distancing myself
from my soul
in this heap of
buckshot - beer - bony piles-
there's got to be more than
subsitence stagnation
and deer meat.

@Cafe
every move a purpose
every glance a test
alone at the wheel
and yourself to detest

SOUND

Sound begins as an emotional vibration
release from soul into the physical...
striking the skin of a drum, bending the string on a guitar...
forcing breath out the lungz into the larynx
manipulated vibrations that
tickle your spine
tweak your clit
warm your heart
or peel your head back

Flux

A change
these signals terrify.

One two.
One two.

One.

whew...

one...

hugh....two....

I hope I can see this time.

As questions roll...
back like her eyes,
and into the sun.

In front of the Art Building
Wait for the leader...
to say when,
attack or retreat...
Do I begin again?
Will she guide, heal...
or tell me when...
enough is enough.

Eyes like a hurricane-
wings of a butterfly-
imminent torture,
wondering why
I smile and read.

In this void,
words fail,
trust the illusion
and re begin
from the bottom
on up - through her thick roots
supple skin,
ask her again....
and again and again...
then walk away
to dream again.