POETRY

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

If opposites attract, 
I must be like everyone.

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.

alligators are not saved
in multinational escapades
of companies selling the blood of the planet

post traumatic, amputee, kamikaze, come at me
Jihadist, inquisition, we’re still fighting, now it’s just
Give us all your oil, I need to get to work,
Not to interrupt, I swear i’m not a jerk

I wonder if we really get to choose
fate sucks sure, yeah, but so does the news

I’m just laughing and humming
making the most of the sun
and watching the flowers bloom

the plants praise a god made of animal sighs.

We who are in its image
should see that we’d come to this
fashioning us an atom
named Adam, or what’chyou please.

We run through the forest
with clocks in our hands
we make toward the river
to exchange time for its sand

I’ve seen the light in the darkest
hole, I made it.
it would burn for me,
anytime i’d need it.

but you forgot your jacket and
the truth is brisk

They’ll use up their red tape
Prevent my escape
But I just won’t go along

You can sew your seeds of wisdom
you can plant those seeds to waste away
surely the tree will overgrow
but it cast no shade.

it’s a beautiful day, you know
and a ball of sunshine
has rolled my way,

But beauty is only skin deep,
your skin is as deep as your soul
a soul so vast that the oceans bow
and the mountains crumble below

while educated fools believe delicious lies
of wealth and economics, everyone gets a slice
but they wont let you read, the print in the fine

caught scraping the
bottom of the barrel
looking for a cake or bottle
to deposit my soul.

The High Coup is an Instagram based experiment to write one Haiku everyday.