Yes, I am the evil microscope.

Black plastic with knobs
to fine tune and displace you
The samples are corrupt
The phosphorus blinding
Seeing is knowing
and we see your matter
binding and bonding
to exist within bounds
of a petri dish.
This god.
This evil.

my hands are too big for this crowd

how does this work?

good intentions

Love,
I could not take them with me
not a one
yet crying softly I still asked for forgiveness
before smothering
and buring them in the backyard.

ripples

these distractions are
ripples meant to deceive a snake
I breathe you in my nose
sense you on my tongue
in my skin
I'm separate from the blades of grass
sliding away
with the grains of dying things
I'm moving and deadly.

provocateur

unarmed and silent

without ink and spirals
I still tremble on the floor
without voice
I falter with your form
I've learned these lessons before
when I was a mouse
without teeth
when I was a tulip
pistleless
when I was a crustacean
exposed.

pictures ( no balls ) for Raymond

It's the only way to live... in cars

smiles

the purpose
is in the rain
and on your tongue
safe in the bluebird house
fetching the ball
and reading aloud
more than bone crushing molars
imperfectly aligned
it's the way you show them
and give them design
that gives meaning to mine.

it's a beautiful day

hampton

kazmir

I get a lot of contrast. You give a lot of feedback.

yet more...

Saturday! It's a Saturday!

Friday Bulls

spring coming up; spring coming down

devils, eagles, no bull

hanging myself with a shoestring

the feathers at the base of the apple tree
mock my careless eyes
I imagine
the bird curious
comes to close
the serpent animates
from disguise
now
listless and full
offers no appples

marching

What is the wind doing?

clouds rush to war
trees long to follow.

one way thoughts and a fully articulated mascot