M. Tonka

on the line briefly
orthogonal to all else
point of reference?
our own Origin's optics
from here we can map it all

Order

they came in peace, friends
bearing power, religion's
rotten gift: Order.

Sand Dune

we wish we were a sand dune a great beast of tiny rocks
pre-eroded in the wind and sun.
we would make our way — millimeter by neverending millimeter —
sandfish swimming in our belly metallic ants crawling on our skin
snakes and tiny rodents and strange insects ephemeral in the heat haze — brief 
—
to sink into the ocean and eventually find our rest
settling as close as we could to the heart of Ur throbbing raging plasmoid deep and heavy below us and we would rest.
Cold underneath the benthic depths blackness and silt and mud would cover us up and we would sink
through it all a diffuse mass toward a point unreachable an inverted Sisyphean approach hampered by
simple muck and crust and magma:
Matter. in a word, ourself.
nothing so structural as Light
no body as particulate as ours

We're Sorry

we'd stab out our eyes with a hatpin, dear
we'd violently cauterize our nose
we'd puncture our eardrums with nails, love, to silence your beautiful tones
we'd burn off our skin if it offends you, heart, that your heat sets us aglow
"Perfect" is your only name N, and we're sorry the world doesn't know

The First Song

    A potted man all round and cream
        square cap upon his dome
    dreams of wilderness adventure
        forever stays at home

     A woman lean in black and mean
        toiling at her Lothe
    she hones, she gleans, she cuts things clean
        forever is alone

    we cats we watch and learn and think
    we weave around the floor
    we make our lives out of their trash
    and wish for nothing more
    we play and love and sing of Ur
    and scold our dreams to Moon
    the Fates they are but bonds and gags
    Nature has more room
    
A potted man all round and cream
    square cap upon his dome
he ends his days as they began
    oak depends acorn

A woman lean in black and mean
    now shuts off her machine
a turn, a twist, a crack of glass
    all life is so serene

Nomantic

Tundra thunder in thine lines
Proud graceful arcs, elegant. divine
Persimmon-scarlets glows in coal
A cobweb cosmos↔back bramble home like water drips on cavern floor...
a piece of peace or something more
eyes like chocolate with lime so full of love and tender-ness
they always do my heart caress

 

Viper

Viper slither leather-slick and lime
Crystal held in Moon light's shine
   a pause and snap.
         come down thick brown vine like russet twine...
      a breath a dying cry 
Anaconda out silent, slither by