Project Poetry Features 1

Videre Possum(or, I can see) The disgust on your lipthe mustard on your toeketchup soaked in the bun of your American hot dog{Videre possum or, I can see in Latin}&, I can see the actual possum climbing the electrical wires in hopes for a snack of rata vicious reminder that I’m poorin my own backyard My lip quivers in disgust Linguam Latinam loqueris?[aka: Do you speak the Latin Language? ...

Saturn  a line of ducks clean themselvesas saturn devours his soni plant a row of sun hempas saturn shotgun eyes his audienceon the american river mullet man sings me a balladas saturn grips the skinaugust 23rd, 2020: nightmare about my fatheryou're eating me & i am still alivemy skin is still fire pinkmy breath is still oven warmi wish my blood was bittermaybe there are seeds in my bonesi...

remember when the sky was green? we fumbled round in  your garage to find your dad’s old Polaroid camera   then we climbed and we climbed, grazing palms, knocking knees ‘til we were toe to toe on the roof.    the air was static, bitter but better than the chaos behind closed eyes; it spoke to me in strange vibrations and hushed tones   reminding me of your voice. you sighed, the shutter clicked...

I lay on the pages of my books,Trying to stay afloat Letting my hands slowly sink into the words that were dipped into jam jars of feeling,I knew not of what this entailed until I experienced now,My mind skips and skims the lines,Searching for the meaning behind the endless noise of the pitter  patter of my heart I look down to my feet and ask them why they haven't yet gotten me to where I need...

Dusk cloaks the bladed grassThe ones who shieldLike arrows to the wind The valley of life Under us all A civilization alienSo close and so far Reflections we see only ourselvesOur Earth an eternity Unknown and unseen Never ending masterpiece

This photo is part of my just published poetry book ‘ask the butterfly’. It’s from page 98 and is called ‘not the man’. #askthebutterfly