Together We Are Alone 

A shudder shot through me.
She was the sister of the light.
She appeared as an island,
like some nocturnal animal
singing in the rain.

There is a fall in time.
Light gives way to darkness.
Palpable blackness envelops us.
Suddenly, you are seeing the Earth 
in a way you’ve never seen before:
from the inside out.
I stood absorbed by the symphony of motion
moving in the weird light of flash and flame.
In long, dream-bounds 
she whirled through the night
utterly beautiful - 
the most natural of acts.
I find myself wandering among her in my mind.
She dances until the sun awakens.
The dawn reveals 
once that would have been unthinkable:
Together we are alone.

B.

Window Television

Green walls,
green drink,
wood table,
wood seat.

I sit inside
looking outside.
A somber reflection
on a busy intersection.

Window television.

A smoking man jaywalks.
A pregnant woman waddles.
An 18-wheeler speeds through the yellow light.

Cars swarm around the naked, quivering trees;
left growing in this paved over world.

The humans have won.

Billboards,
Benches,
Bistros,
and bus stops.

These are all temporary victories in nature's infinity.

Human virus.
The Earth has come down with a bad case of People.

Social Media, You Savage Muse

This is a confession:

I suffer from severe FOMO (Fear of missing out).  This is a debilitating ailment.  The struggle is real.  
Am I making the most of my time?  
No.  The answer is no.  
Hold steady.  Don't panic.  Keep the ship afloat.  Save money.  
Oh, social media, you savage muse.  

We post the best moments of our lives and shove it in aquaintances faces.  
Compare yourself, we demand.  
Am I making the most of my time?  No.  
Vanessa is clearly having more fun.  I hate myself.  
We musn't compare.  Our happiness should not be dependent on others.  
I should have went to that concert.  
Why am I not in Jamaica?  Vanessa is in Jamaica, that bitch.  It's freezing here.  
Am I making the most of my time?  Who is to say?  
Fuckin' Vanessa.
Create your own happiness.  Be healthy.  Get some exercise.  Eat cake for breakfast (I bet Vanessa didn't eat cake for breakfast).  What did she have?  A health shake?  I'm fat.  She would never sleep with me.  

I'll have Ice cream for lunch.  That is good for a few likes on facebook.
"Oh, that Brian," people will say.  "He is so cool he eats ice cream as a meal."
"He is at Purple Door Ice Cream?!  I love Purple Door Ice Cream!"
All I can taste is the jealousy.  It's better than chocolate.
How can I induce more envy?

Truth be Told

The place we live: A stage to perform.
Death: The climactic finale.
Love comes and goes in all shapes and forms.
There are hills. There are valleys.
The wind blows.
Oceans ebb and flow.
Crows crow.
So it goes.

Loaners

American rat race
chasing the cheese
Beer can fat face
graduating sleeze

Student loan rain clouds
seal your fate

Capitalist cubicle class
education kills hate

magazine collage 4-26-2015

Think and Breathe

You cannot erase me.
You can only forget me.

Our memories in the ethos
dance without fear.

Think and breathe.
Blink and leave.

The hands on a clock
rotate around the face
at a pace
akin to the human race.

A turbulent world swirls about.
And I in the middle of the storm.

Wherever You Go, There You Are

Expanding horizons expand my horizons.

Above the buildings
Above the birds
Above the clouds
Above the burbs

I sit in a metal tube hurling through space and time, defying my God given abilities. Thanks to science and ingenuity I enjoy a view that few have seen in the grand scheme of human history. And I put my faith in my ancestors and scientists and mechanics and the power of the human mind - that all is well with Delta flight 319.

When you look down at the Earth at night from an elevated ogle, the electric lights twinkle as stars, and for a brief moment you wonder which way is up. Where is this pilot going to touchdown in this vast array of man made cosmos? Is there a pilot?  Who's in control of this flying death bus?

Transported via aerospace to another reality.
Island hopping through infinity.  
The Earth is our habitat, but home is where the heart is. In our chests lie souls of our ancestors and memories of all beings before us;
our DNA a cosmic soup of evolutionary memoirs.
We are the universe looking back at itself in the mirror of time;
small creatures with big ideas.

Wherever you go, there you are.