the complexity of infinity found by the ceasless mind

poetry

life is an ouroboros
or: ouroouroouroorououro
ouroouroouroouroouro
ouroouroouroouroborus etc.
why? well,
love is blind! things of
that nature, like,
christian capitalists…
like, freedom.
like, how…youth is wasted
on us poor folk. spent endlessly
drudging through homework and
work at the minimum wage legally
allowed to pay a human being
and spent not experiencing
anything, unless, of course
you are a hippy,
drug-addict,
good-for-nothing,
hobo. of course.
in america, freedom is most
surely dead.
for if i were to sit in one
spot i would be sued or
some such legal rigmarole,
though, that is all i really
wanna do (to sit in one spot,
not to get sued).

Lavender

poetry

Dawn unzippers the veil of night
Unsheathing the cowl of lambent sun
Tendrils of radiance coil into view
Swelling over the desolate remains
To go before the feet led by light
To voices that exclaim their presence
And a response is proclaimed
The unfurling daybreak directs as a hand
Miasma and hesitation disperse
Though scorched and dispirited
Respite and amelioration surge
From the everlasting tributaries
And amid breaches of devastation
Stems twirl arduously toward renewal
Bringing abundant healing in all homelands
Enveloping to embrace the whole earth