FREE VERSE

Can we switch chairs for a moment
in a conversation with our past
see all the magical moments
and the ones that didn’t last?

perhaps I’ll breathe it deep, instead
or translate it with rulers and what’s said
but the truth is the truth is elusive
and the only way to track it is to lose it.

On the precipice of life and death
Where volcanic glass and oceanic tides sing

Nature holds dear
shape shifter shapes shift
No one knows here
A break master word Smith

It can’t be a conversation
But a monologue in
Solitary saturation.

buffet of blaspheme, 
fruit of knowledge cider
I need a pillar of salt with this dish
cannibalize a future to get what I wish

find a unit unique to you
as much as you have,” she said,
“and that is your fuel…”

An export concept not for the ageless
immortals can’t imagine a lifetime is cages.

we feel power over a lion, once we give it a name
even our closest ancestors we feel we can tame
with inoculations and eye drops, drugs without fame
An intentional disconnect of our empathetic brains

this machine of flesh and bone
walk and think, to be or to own.

R-emind me once again
E-nigmas, do they happen to the waking
M-aybe, this is merely a dream.

Move me, move me
I don’t want to stay here
please don’t make me leave. 

Engineering genetics and break up
variation in a state
remove love and create mates
remove love and create slave.

Put mud in my eyes,
neglect to wash it away
but I have found the water
as I blindly went astray.

There is one thing I knew I would miss
Romano, Parmesan and ever Swiss
not to mention the almighty Cheddar
people always claim, it is better.