Sweet Skye Rebecca

You can aim for Becky Skye—
'cause if you don't find your clear blue mind,
you'll always hit me—
as you take your dive.

Only

The thing—
the only thing;
this one thing—only—matters:

A Theosophy

A chemical:

a collision—a crescendo;
a molecular innuendo—
a manifold manifest;
a melodrama—
a manifesto.

Amen—Eminem

Eminem—amen.
Order is bent.

Mimesis Lost Returns

You know who missed the party:
the Wiggleworts and Bottomburrows;
Bilbo didn’t call it out—
and Bilbo didn’t think about

Being in Principia

Being is exclusivity;
reality is exclusion;
a principia of being—

The Vial

A vial of a thing
is vile to a thing;
it exists in the vial—
without vile existing.

Slowly

Something is slowly—
softly—
killing me;
and I'm okay—

Sapporo

…Hauntingly
despotic—
and surreally unchaotic;

What I Have Shown

You don’t reap—
really—
do you—
what you’ve
truly sown?

A Gain of the Sand

Again I wake
to find myself
reaching out my hand,
holding a grain of sand.

There IS

Now—

the Lord IS the Spirit;
and where
the Spirit of the Lord IS,
there IS.

Yehsus

Surely… I tell you…

today—

I am with Yehsus,

in Paradise Unlost—

always…

to the very End
of Not Yet.

My gnoxic gnoggen

Bother me bored!

I'm as bored as a board.

But I can't be moored:

I'm a bore with a LORD!