"Setting"
An aurora borealis streams miles down
from the northern hemisphere of the globe.
A nuclear power plant thrusts its uranium
towards the gaseous cirrus clouds across the horizon.
The wavy air glows with addictive radiation,
massaging and liquefying every pore on the saline flab.
The atmospheric pressure breaks the Richter scale.
Shades of turquoise reflect off the mirror-rippling rock.
The cactus stares at me with its sharp bicycle spokes.
Free radicals in the sand rapidly age my skin.
Incessant sand dunes are spread out in a vast array,
continuing endlessly like the pain of absolute failure.
A weeping willow miraculously survives the dry heat;
all alone it sheds its rainy tears of foliage.
An aurora borealis streams miles down
from the northern hemisphere of the globe.
A nuclear power plant thrusts its uranium
towards the gaseous cirrus clouds across the horizon.
The wavy air glows with addictive radiation,
massaging and liquefying every pore on the saline flab.
The atmospheric pressure breaks the Richter scale.
Shades of turquoise reflect off the mirror-rippling rock.
The cactus stares at me with its sharp bicycle spokes.
Free radicals in the sand rapidly age my skin.
Incessant sand dunes are spread out in a vast array,
continuing endlessly like the pain of absolute failure.
A weeping willow miraculously survives the dry heat;
all alone it sheds its rainy tears of foliage.
***
"The Inhabitants"
Dawn emerges when a phoenix propels upward,
embalmed in flames bringing more illuminated heat to the world.
A purple coyote howls its vengeance at me,
while a decrepit cheetah silently derides me.
The venomous scorpion strikes lightning with its tail;
flashes of beauty illuminate the loveless sky.
A manic sidewinder dances in the dust,
gratefully ecstatic for its uninterrupted solitude.
A basilisk trots on a dripping saguaro's clear pond,
cooling its feet from the unforgivingly sultry sand.
A crab rhythmically moving to a tango experiences vertigo
and suddenly stops in the middle of the track;
turning a bright red apple from embarrassment,
it seeks to hide its shame in the blue, distant sea.
A giraffe sways its flexible neck with the wind,
zigzagging like multiple curves in a road.
A zebra's stripes melt off into a pool of wax
as a lion gorges on the innocent equid's intestines.
A fennec fox flaps its ears and scuttles away,
eventually getting scooped up by a gliding bald eagle.
Two tortoises make love as a plane roars above them;
the male desperately tries to enter the frightened female's shell.
A vortex inconspicuously draws in every well-adapted creature
in its path within a seven mile radius;
unprepared and clueless, the creatures are transported
to a more peaceful and nostalgic dimension.
***
"Unprecedented Encounters"
The blazing heat subtly deprives me of reality;
I perceive a great white shark falling from the sun.
The Native American spirits of Little Bighorn
are traversing the sky in the forms of clouds;
screaming in the night for their lost retribution,
they freeze the air in the isolated atmosphere.
The head of John the Baptist lays hidden in the desert,
devoured by locusts in wild honey.
A burning bush speaks in its flaming tongue,
spitting fire balls into the sky that are mistaken for asteroids.
A gas range is squalling in the air above me
as a salivating California condor gluttonously awaits my decay.
A steaming pile of dung attracts swarms of flies
whose grotesque behavior is mimicked by mankind.
I step in the dung and ruminate over its magnanimity,
never before in my life experiencing such an egregious excretion.
I search for a place to wash my grimy skin;
the scents of lilac and tuberose direct me to a steaming grotto.
The pool in the grotto where Diana bathes reveals its verisimilitude;
I turn and run, leaping over Actaeon's mangled corpse.
A jester wearing a tabard juggles burning shrunken heads,
sadistically laughing as the fire burns his palms.
Blisters form on my soles from excess walking;
I press my foot down hard to exasperate the pain.
My scalding blisters suddenly burst,
oozing infectious plasma to attract predators.
I trip over fossils of a brontosaurus , using C-14
to estimate its demise and thankful extinction from this world.
***
"Morality a priori"
The portcullis inside my head is being opened,
allowing all dark and light matter to enter as nonchalantly
as deer crossing freeways.
The sun beats my head like a 2x4.
My deep fried egg brains are melting my unobserved wit.
My sexual appetite remains as unsatiated
as my desire to survive among the fittest.
My frequent homicidal urges lay hidden under a steep crag,
waiting to be excavated by innocent archaeologists.
As night looms I search for the most violent zones in the hemisphere
with my excited knife glistening in the moonlight:
looking for succulent flesh to slash and tear open,
bowels rushing down in a red waterfall.
I ravenously consume a fresh buffalo carcass,
watching others at near death starvation with supercilious pride.
My gluttonous desires gratified sevenfold
with each innocent living thing I jubilantly slaughter.
Blood freezes in cold nights of hypothermia.
Veins burn in the scorching anger of the sun.
***
"My Metamorphosis"
A golden fountain flowing with orange nectar nourishes
all the underprivileged and inept creatures.
Circe stands beside it with a sardonic smile,
graciously offering me an aromatic cup of refreshing hydration.
I heartily drink it and feel an unusual sensation
of being transformed into a new, civilized human prototype.
My exterior beastly inclinations dwindle to a grain of sand;
my overindulgent lust becomes restrained.
Now I hide my sinister inclinations inside a
perfidiously stagnant and muddled pond in my head.
My stomach begins to turn, with my intestines in even more agitation,
abandoning myself and yearning for bright screens on electronic pads.
I stand at one of the four corners of the world,
pervasively vomiting into a bottomless abyss.
"The Inhabitants"
Dawn emerges when a phoenix propels upward,
embalmed in flames bringing more illuminated heat to the world.
A purple coyote howls its vengeance at me,
while a decrepit cheetah silently derides me.
The venomous scorpion strikes lightning with its tail;
flashes of beauty illuminate the loveless sky.
A manic sidewinder dances in the dust,
gratefully ecstatic for its uninterrupted solitude.
A basilisk trots on a dripping saguaro's clear pond,
cooling its feet from the unforgivingly sultry sand.
A crab rhythmically moving to a tango experiences vertigo
and suddenly stops in the middle of the track;
turning a bright red apple from embarrassment,
it seeks to hide its shame in the blue, distant sea.
A giraffe sways its flexible neck with the wind,
zigzagging like multiple curves in a road.
A zebra's stripes melt off into a pool of wax
as a lion gorges on the innocent equid's intestines.
A fennec fox flaps its ears and scuttles away,
eventually getting scooped up by a gliding bald eagle.
Two tortoises make love as a plane roars above them;
the male desperately tries to enter the frightened female's shell.
A vortex inconspicuously draws in every well-adapted creature
in its path within a seven mile radius;
unprepared and clueless, the creatures are transported
to a more peaceful and nostalgic dimension.
***
"Unprecedented Encounters"
The blazing heat subtly deprives me of reality;
I perceive a great white shark falling from the sun.
The Native American spirits of Little Bighorn
are traversing the sky in the forms of clouds;
screaming in the night for their lost retribution,
they freeze the air in the isolated atmosphere.
The head of John the Baptist lays hidden in the desert,
devoured by locusts in wild honey.
A burning bush speaks in its flaming tongue,
spitting fire balls into the sky that are mistaken for asteroids.
A gas range is squalling in the air above me
as a salivating California condor gluttonously awaits my decay.
A steaming pile of dung attracts swarms of flies
whose grotesque behavior is mimicked by mankind.
I step in the dung and ruminate over its magnanimity,
never before in my life experiencing such an egregious excretion.
I search for a place to wash my grimy skin;
the scents of lilac and tuberose direct me to a steaming grotto.
The pool in the grotto where Diana bathes reveals its verisimilitude;
I turn and run, leaping over Actaeon's mangled corpse.
A jester wearing a tabard juggles burning shrunken heads,
sadistically laughing as the fire burns his palms.
Blisters form on my soles from excess walking;
I press my foot down hard to exasperate the pain.
My scalding blisters suddenly burst,
oozing infectious plasma to attract predators.
I trip over fossils of a brontosaurus , using C-14
to estimate its demise and thankful extinction from this world.
***
"Morality a priori"
The portcullis inside my head is being opened,
allowing all dark and light matter to enter as nonchalantly
as deer crossing freeways.
The sun beats my head like a 2x4.
My deep fried egg brains are melting my unobserved wit.
My sexual appetite remains as unsatiated
as my desire to survive among the fittest.
My frequent homicidal urges lay hidden under a steep crag,
waiting to be excavated by innocent archaeologists.
As night looms I search for the most violent zones in the hemisphere
with my excited knife glistening in the moonlight:
looking for succulent flesh to slash and tear open,
bowels rushing down in a red waterfall.
I ravenously consume a fresh buffalo carcass,
watching others at near death starvation with supercilious pride.
My gluttonous desires gratified sevenfold
with each innocent living thing I jubilantly slaughter.
Blood freezes in cold nights of hypothermia.
Veins burn in the scorching anger of the sun.
***
"My Metamorphosis"
A golden fountain flowing with orange nectar nourishes
all the underprivileged and inept creatures.
Circe stands beside it with a sardonic smile,
graciously offering me an aromatic cup of refreshing hydration.
I heartily drink it and feel an unusual sensation
of being transformed into a new, civilized human prototype.
My exterior beastly inclinations dwindle to a grain of sand;
my overindulgent lust becomes restrained.
Now I hide my sinister inclinations inside a
perfidiously stagnant and muddled pond in my head.
My stomach begins to turn, with my intestines in even more agitation,
abandoning myself and yearning for bright screens on electronic pads.
I stand at one of the four corners of the world,
pervasively vomiting into a bottomless abyss.
