There's Little Profundity in the Images That Capture My Attention in Quiet Moments or Why I Am Never Bored

Seemingly impossible condensation
occurs rapidly and gathers
in layers near the top then
glides at first until fog appears
where it is unexpected and rolls
relatively heavy before cascading
in heaps rushing out from the bottom
of my shower beer.

The Sex Life of a Nihilist Isn’t Really Very Important

In the scheme of things, as they say 

even baby rats seem to play

koalas are mostly gay 

and we are all just

shit on a rock

anyway

but then again when you think about it

you realize you are thinking about this

instead of what to eat, or how 

instead of whether to run later, or now

instead of if you should hunt or plow
when the children can wait
for neither harvest nor sow

and suddenly the luxury of curiosity 

seems pretty fucking sweet

anyhow. 

My Art Isn't Folksy or Cute

It comes in a cardboard box

the cheapest kind 

with no label

it lurks. 

Murder Your Heavenly Father

Do it. You totally can.

Think about him. Close your eyes. Think about your creator. Think about him the way you always do. The way you were taught. Imagine being in his great and powerful presence. Feel his love and his arms wrapping around you comforting you and welcoming you home.  Feel his eternal love and embrace. Feel the warmth and spirit flowing through you until you know it is real because you feel it to your very soul.

Now imagine a large knife in your hand. Take that knife, and as hard as you can, jam it into his fucking head as far as you can, all the way. Feel that pop as the blade penetrates his skull. Watch the blood spit and flow as arteries pump desperately, spewing thick, red spurts with unexpected force. Twist the knife. Clockwise. Jerk it back as far as you can. Split his skull wide open. Pull it out and look into his vacant eyes as brains begin to slip out of and fall softly and gently to the floor with a soft plop. Lay him on the ground and with the heel of your boot smash his head to a pulp, so all that is left is long flowing white robes with a gross, red, blob of carnage where his face used to be. Smear him all over the ground. Clean your boots off on his robes, and your knife if you still remember it. Piss on his body if you want. Walk away.

There, doesn’t that feel better?

Now do it again. Conjure your god again. The same way you always do. Pray to him. Call on him. Feel his spirit. He will come back. Experience him in all his glory exactly the way you always have. Make him a little different if you want. Make his robes brown. Make him black. Make him a woman. Make him an alien. Make him an elephant. Make him a fat Asian man. Make him a cow. Make him a golden cow. Make him whatever you like, your own image, however you prefer to see him and know him.

Now, wrap your hands around his neck and strangle that sonofabitch until there is nothing left.

Catch your breath.

Do it again if you want.

Do it as many times as you need.

Do it as many times as you want. I’ll wait.

Done now?

Is he good and dead?

Are you satisfied? Kill him some more if you like.

When you are finished take a deep breath. Open your eyes. Look around.

Anything different?

Walk outside. Call your friends. Pet the dog. Do the dishes. Go to a movie.

No one cares.

There will be no consequences.

Nothing will change.

It doesn’t matter.

It never mattered.

When Crossing Rivers Both Literal and Figurative it's Important to Remember

The breadth 

isn't nearly

as important

as the depth.

Extraversion

Don’t get hung up on labels

or lost in the weeds

none of it matters as much as we think

it isn’t a title or even a type

it doesn’t define me

or make my wrongs right

it’s just that

I don’t need things

I don’t want money

because I have people

and a good girl who loves me. 

This Dark Space Has Become a Pin-hole Camera

It’s funny when you think about it

as difficult as it has been to find

this box long constructed

finally pierced

by women good and kind

providing clear view

of the perpetrating eclipse

which has clouded my mind

keeping me nearly

for decades blind.

Sunrise

We take it for granted
recognizing the beauty
but attributing it to an
omnipotent version of
ourselves or just
who we wish we could be
but that small god
is not enough and
paint is too weak a metaphor
because today I saw
waves of light exploded
from a massive fiery orb
millions of miles away
only eight minutes old
already filtered through
the great mass of gasses
reflected by that mix
of particles and again
through clouds of water
surrounding the planet
orbiting that star which
billions of years old
at some point cooled enough
to sprout life and nurture
us until we evolved a way
and a reason to see
and perceive that
improbable beauty
as it appears from this
particular orientation
in incomprehensible space and
understand that much
significance, implications and all
and that sure seems
like a miracle
to me.

The Thing About Shooting Stars

Jack tells me
that once you really could
wish upon a shooting star
and your wish would
come true
but then
someone wished
upon a shooting star
that no longer
would wishing upon
a shooting star
make your wish
come true
and now
here we are.

Growing Weeds With Breakneck Speed

I don't think about it at all anymore 

not even now 

it's just that while checking 

random inventory recently I noticed 

weeds growing through the cracks in

the memories

both the bad ones and the good

soon they will be all crumbled 

pushed apart and mixed together 

the rubble of a vacant lot

or a stretch of road not travelled

anymore  

that's good because 

there's something about knowing when 

you have arrived at a place to which 

you have been trying to get

since those sodden memories 

were new.