The Flood

The sky opened and sent the drops of Heaven to meet the pebbles of the earth.
 Liquid nourished seed, pebble, the open tongues of children. Fed the soil, crushed every living soul!
Heaven met the pebbles, with torrents of terror and condemnation. Heaven's sky spread, like cancer, around a lone, blue pebble. And shared the thirst of all His children with His outcast!
Heaven sulked, for 40 days and 40 nights, with foolish, hopeful minions, floating among the debris of creation.
 Minions who knew the depth of Heaven. The weakness of a pebble!
And the pebbles were only pebbles. And only drowning. Only human. Only wondering why?

Digging for Heaven

My knees bore the weight of every inch of my life!

I tried to send that desperate guilt to Heaven and slip, through the keyhole of the back door, like a snake!

But my knees bore the oppressive weight!

I cried for God, Snake, dead Mother, Father, murdered brother, any of Heaven's children to take my pox ridden hand and deliver me to the one, true, place of comfort!

But my knees bore the weight.

My knees dug into the mud of Heaven and begged for an open door. A crack, a crevice, a speck of comfort and forgiveness.

A simple, pox ridden hand, from He who feeds and gives sanctuary, and promise's that bygone days will sleep forever.

But my knees bled for the masses.

I wept for the dear, the deeply loved, the departed. And I fell to my knees.

"He" was above me and was lost in thoughts of vengeance as I crawled. As I hoped, begged, wept for my knees, the masses, the blood that coagulated and found no end to it's weathered, endless and glorious endless universe.

While I sunk to all that is deep an strange.

And bore the weight.

The Day Below Us

The day is gone that was once ahead of us. The day after tomorrow. The day of death and depth!

That day is below us. Sinking to the center of a star!

The day is above us, luring us to come and see! The day of naked death!

Below us was all the glory of sex and donuts. French fries, spoken words, Single hours and poetry left to linger and fade.

Above us nothing floated and nothing gave us the direction we were bread and died for!

The day is above us, below us: gone!

Today it wraps us in its fearful comfort!

It goes away.

And we beg for just one day!

Steal all we have! Lose us in the confusion!

But be another day!

Let us linger another day!

The Dirt of Rainbows

I stepped among the morning dew, and knew the true color of rainbows!

Rain traveled, in streams, multicolored drops, as the Sun found the beauty of the color of the atmosphere.

And the dew disappeared.

And the colors bounced, sang, found secret homes to illuminate.

Bright luminescence found every detail of the world, even tears of joy.


But I found shelter with moles.

With worms.

I ate acorn's in the bows of majestic oaks.

In the blackest space on earth.

A tree, who reached for the life if light!

The Customary Leak

Well there was the customary leak!

My world was well understood, thought well out, infallible!

I researched the "T's" and crossed every single one!

If an "I" was left to linger, I Googled it, dipped my crow quill pen into the warm ink of certitude and dotted that Mother Fucker!

I understood all!

I bore the stone of infallibility!

Found your sore spot and slipped Satan's boner in deep, bitch!

You lay there. Tears flowing on your pillow and asked me "Why?!!!"

Why did I take your ignorance, use it for my gratification? Humiliate you and make you small?

The customary leak.

You sprinkled Holy Water on my retched heart. Howled to vacant Heaven to bring me my personal dream of peace. Approached me with every dream your limp god had to offer!

I tried to reason with you and your holy friend.

To smile with you and share our common final days!

But their was the customary leak!