Word

The word is most potently

spoken loudly

by children smiling

dialing heaven on a rotary

totally free with nobody to oversee

You say I where I say We

summer nights of hide and seek

that heaven sent innocent

laughter of the elohim

echo through jreams and memories

enveloped in our genes

like souls held in vessels

crafted special from fragile cells

bio-molecular vehicles for life itself

we are metaphors of metaphors

the only way to explain

how one met a meta-force

every letter is a barb

on the vane of a feather

wings of poetry bend openly

to navigate the wind vocally

we awoke with the early word

spoken potently

apartmentally trapped

apartmentally trapped

energy sapped

cellphone tapped

causin cancer on the scat

reality is bogus so i focus on the lotus

no photo-techno-logos can capture

the rapture of the lonely opus

open sesame seeds

into seventy seas

heaven is freer than dust

kingdoms crush under

an abundance

of countless mountains

raining down

from a cloudless day

shockwaves shave bedrock

making mountaintops

with pavement and parking lots

apartments rock

when heaven knocks

and it never stops

haiku

Canoeing across
the dimensional divide
in a living jrum

Mountain

A man named Bobby Sands said

while on hunger strike in prison:

"Our Revenge...

Will be the laughter of our children."

So for those who fought,

suffered, and passed away,

for us to get here,

im going to laugh today.

There's and upside-down mountain

of people whom i carry round.

the base is up in heaven,

the peak is nestled in my crown.

and graciously its weightless,

and full of sacred faces,

i've carried this mountain with me

in every step i've ever taken.

So i look up, and i ask,

"How can I live up to your Greatness?"

They say, "just Love, and Laugh,

let your heart be Naked,

and if you ever feel like falling down,

just remember this,

put your hands up in the air

and you can feel our fingertips..."

Blood Drum

From the white noise of brainwave static

synapses of inspiration sprout and spasm

in spiral motion of notes, tones, and thought patterns,

finger-painting the inside of skull bones

like the domed walls of lost caverns

to the flicker of a cerebellum bonfire

navigating electrical currents from shore to core

of the cosmos in a vessel called a blood drum

Jream Capsule

I turned my closet into a recording booth

by glueing sound absorbent foam on the walls.

It looks cool.

When nobody is around I roll a blanket on the carpet,

drape another on the door to block out the light.

Then I lay down.

The blankets keep out the light,

but neither the walls nor the foam keep out the noise.

From Inside or Outside.

Passing traffic rushes by along the highway of my heart

Children of my thoughts chatter loudly

in my mental parking lot

electrical boxes hum and buzz in the back of

the apartment complex of my brain

television sets flicker in the windows

of buildings across the street

like darkness on the backs of my eyelids

giving way to fleeting images...

the veil is lifted

and i am surrounded by insight.

In the other dimension

I met a spider-boy changeling

who crash landed from outer space,

my best fiend is a reptilian pit bull named smokey,

i am a rabbit man named Adam

who can jump to the moon and back,

I have been a lover to a 10 foot tall

archaeopteryx angel woman,

stood my ground against armies,

died and jumped from body to body,

dialed heaven like a rotary phone

by turning constellations,

rearranging stars with a single thought,

summoned black tornadoes and tidal waves,

taken meteor showers, stole the devil's key,

saved the world from hordes of demons,

climbed the mountain of reality into paradise,

outrun and demolished monsters and murderers,

saw birds fly out from behind light bulbs

warning three days before a death,

sent prayers to the other side of the world instantanious,

held everything in my palm including me.

In the other dimension I've watched how quickly a thought

can unfold into a living world within itself.