Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Ossuaries

Calcified boxes
Covered in flesh
Contain nothin'
But broke down
Parts like some
Junk yard rustin'
In the shade just
Takin' up space
'Til Judgement
Day puts it all
Back together
Again

KE

Monday, February 27, 2012

Kinetics

Birds disperse on the
Wind like ashes from

Some unknown fire
Agitated as bees dis

Turbed of their hive
Unaware of purpose

Or protagonist flying
Blind into the after

Noon glare of the
Sun littering the sky

W/abstract darkness
& uncertain measure

KE

Friday, February 24, 2012

Winter

There’s a fly on the
Window screen fixed

In midair cleared for

Take off just waitin’
On a warm breeze

KE

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Lent

Requisite ashes
& grey skies
Cold & damp
As atonement
Symbolic of
Death's forecast
& flowered
Promises
Of rebirth of
Life's warm
Return like
The red bird
Just flew past
My window
& wondered
What that may
Mean to a
Folklored
Prediction of
Shadows

KE

Chalk

Consecutive numbers
Relative math what
Logic demands life
Disregards the game’s
Continually reinvented
With so many pockets
To pick & choose &
Possibilities endless
As fallen ashes left to
Smolder on the beer
Soaked fields of
Glory & the toilet’s
Backed up again &
The same song sings
Over & over on the
Pinball machine nine
Ball in the side
Pocket

KE

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Wreckage

Skidding thru a turn
Black ice unveiled
On a highway just
Before the accident
Happens makes you
Wonder was it your
Fault you didn’t see
It coming no time to
Slow down now it’s
Over wasn’t so bad
A temporary ripple
In the atmosphere
Now gone calm &
Serene & cold

KE

Thursday, February 16, 2012

...w/out answers

Found some keys w/out
Locks like bones w/out flesh &
Worthless as questions…

KE

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Ensnared

Breathing the same
Air as greatness &
Failure watching the
Same sun & moon
Endless as ants on
An ant hill powerless
As a voice in the rain
Happy as I allow my
Self to be keeping
Sadness where it be
Longs in the realm
Of dying dreams a
Light escapes from
Under the gate to
Lure the banshee
Away

KE

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Whistling

The creative hand of
Lunacy touches me &
Blesses me but what
A cruel joke it plays
On me with illusions
Of artistic conception
Fornicating fantasy
An odd assortment
Of progeny defies
Description & taste
Yet in this time of no
Where to be & no
One to please giving
Strange purpose to
Indolence confusing
Me with myself

KE