It happens
when the sun goes down
and all the lights
meet the switch
and transfer energy
everything all at once
listens up
and tunes in
to the frequencies
crossing your backyard

I am in the window
shaking
from cold
and breeze
I am holding grandma's afghan
tight about my shoulders
while the window stays open
and the breeze
blows steady

Below, the fireflies
and crickets
call for mates
the creatures of the night
set out to hunt
any
unsuspecting wanderer

although, caught in the air
is the scent
and the feeling of contentment
the end of everything you know

It's just the frequency
about the air
and the unborn voices of your children's children
echoing in the night

"I tried to write a story, but it turned out shitty. I do like the idea though. So, that is why I am sharing this"

In three days this will all be over. Everything that you see right now and everything that you experience will end.

It was stated in the book Of Ends that when the water rises to meet mercury, then humans will once again become the Phoenix.

It was stated that in the beginning of time, before time existed, there was only one being. The Phoenix, made of fire and chemical reaction, made its way about the universe flying and floating. Soon enough though, The Phoenix had become lonely. In the instant that The Phoenix became lonely, it had in fact, invented loneliness. The Phoenix continued to soar though the universe, but ever since that moment, it never flew as happily and gloriously as it should have.

The Phoenix wanted nothing more than companionship, and had spent many human years in solemn depression. The Phoenix flew through the cosmos and tears began to well in its eyes. The lonely tears of The Phoenix settled into outer space and became the stars, galaxies, solar systems and planets. Soon enough though, The Phoenix became weak. It had cried out nearly all of its mass, which was now wrapped up in comets and asteroids and all other forms of matter. The Phoenix flew down and perched upon a small blue planet. This planet was earth.

The Phoenix settled down and rested upon earth. There, it spent countless years staring at the bright yellow sun. The sun had reminded The Phoenix of its former glory. The sun, burning bright with chemical reactions, sat proudly amidst a handful of followers all circling and basking in the sun’s energy. The sun would never be lonely, although, the sun would never have emotion.

The Phoenix wished that it had no emotion, just like the sun, so that it may live gloriously and without care. In that instant, BOOM! The Phoenix turned to ash. All the emotion and life of The Phoenix was spread upon the little blue planet below, while the ash settled in a small round moon destined to watch its own life and emotion flourish below.

And now, when I walk along the road
and pass the rows upon rows
of evergreen
it takes me back
to the moment in time
when
everything was placed
in order
where everything we owned
had a position

Because the girl,
laying in pieces
cannot, ever, pull hard enough
to bring the forest back to
the beginning
before the farmers wife
before the cattle
and oil burning lamp

Running now,
I breathe, but breath comes slowly
and the air grows cold
it gathers
in the back of my throat
in an instant
I remember
that night

when I, wholeheartedly
under the planted evergreen,
placed her body
bit by bit
in little rows
for the wildlife
for diversity, because an ecosystem cannot flourish
with such uniformity

It was '94
and when you reached out both your arms
to kiss me
and to hold me tight for the last time
I cowered,
but that was '94

now you have come back
into my life
and you expect an explanation
I intended for an excuse
but never
one you wanted

The air outside
almost seemed to cool
about three degrees
when you pulled up
in the field,
my field,
in your big blue sedan

I think it was a tornado

either way
I felt my spine
tighten up

you stepped out
and,
with the sun setting behind you,
you opened your mouth to speak

but not a single word
ever passed through your lips
when I released
everything I held inside
since '94

If everything just stopped,
the tiny vibrations
in the solid state
and the flowing of the liquid
were to end...........

wow, this is amazing
I have no inspiration.

when the world is spinning round and
round
and your feet are barely touching ground
the earth
is keeping it's own once with time
and the moon is circling
asking questions

I am
in place
afoot
staring up
upwards to the sky
and every cloud
and every moon
is
simple
a place for my head to rest
when the world caves in

capture
capture
and escape

i am the god
placing pictures in your skin
an i am the
legend
peeling stickers from your future

sleep,
relax
and obey

The interactions
and connections
and everything happening
in my skull

I take a few more
and
I breathe in
the sweet smell of fire
and cinder
and smoke

The night closes in
and I can almost
feel the pressure
changing in the atmosphere

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

If nothing ever started
and my dualist nature
seems to flutter out into oblivion
will I,
being myself,
walk out to the end
and pull up the weight
and anchor?

If nothing new can ever
be created
and everything is just recycled matter
from the beginning of time,
whenever that was,
then does our love
go through the same cycle?

When the sun rises
in the morning
and actually
the earth was just spinning all along
keeping us aboard
does it look down on us
and wonder

"From the creatures of the deep
to the winged animals in the atmosphere
I am the fuel that drives
the beautiful blue and green. I am the energy constant, constantly reacting
and while everything on such a planet
is recycled, I am the one thing to actually know death.
Energy constant."

God is up above
laughing at the depressing sun
with all it's glory

I work at an airport.

And there are many airplanes, coming and going all around the damn place. I, as an airport employee, am forced to stop for airplanes. I speed up for airplanes. I slow down for airplanes. I watch airplanes fly over my head. I watch airplanes take off, and watch them land.

I watch machines push airplanes back, and other machines pull them forward. There are machines to wash the airplanes. There are machines to help fix the airplanes. In the winter, there are machines to spray the airplanes with toxic blue syrupy liquid. In the summer there are machines to cool down the airplanes, those machines don’t work very well.

The airplanes are similar to birds, in that they have the ability to fly. They are unlike birds in every other way.

Inside the airport terminal, where people walk and gather and eat, there are many birds trapped inside. The creators of the airport terminal, cleverly anticipating this situation I assume, had installed many false trees so that the birds may have a place to stay. There are false trees about ever thirty yards or so. The humans inside the terminal have no use for these trees.

The creators of the terminal have also installed an amazingly elaborate birdbath. The birdbath is about fifteen feet in diameter, it shoots out many amazing trails of water into the air. The birds can wash themselves in this filtered water, they also drink the water. The humans inside the terminal have no use for the elaborate birdbath.

The creators have also accommodated the birds by installing a Starbucks under a forest of plastic trees. The birds nest above Starbucks. The adult birds, and young alike, all shit on Starbucks and the chairs surrounding it.

Without knowledge of the outside world, the birds just keep on living and reproducing and shitting. The birds live their entire lives inside the airport terminal.

I thought about letting the birds free. I thought about capturing them and driving out to the country and opening up the cardboard box that housed the little sparrows. What would the birds do in the wild?

Would they fly to the nearest Starbucks and shit on it?

The earth opened up
two feet wide
wide enough
for my two feet

and I slid on down
to the rocks and the water
to the mud and the oil

I closed my human eyes
with my human skin

I heard a voice
call out from below
"Why do you only have the five?"

and,
I responded, falling
"Because I, and we, are built in only three dimensions. It is not possible to sense anything more."

"What is taste?"
"What is touch?"
"What is hearing?"
"What is smell?"
"What is vision?"
Says the voice, now relocated in my head.

I say, simply, "taste is the bittersweet end to it all, touch is to make you feel alone, hearing is for knowing silence, smell is for filtering your last breath and vision is for watching your life pass you by."

The voice in my head subsides
and transforms into
noise
ringing in my ears,
years
and years

pass me by
and I fell right up, out of earth
from the core
to the clouds

only to repeat myself.

I was cleverly walking,
upright,
just like the last of my species
and the beginning of my kind
I was well aware
that,
at any moment,
anything can happen

And thats precisely what happened

we are
all in seats
pushing garbage
and trash
and pretzels
fall out through the cracks

while beauty comes aboard

and the whales
all surface
at the same time
and moment in time

my rushed heart
bleeds out and through my veins

heat flows
down, through the ceiling
and nothing in the air
is soothing
while the cold,
all tied up in gasoline,
waits, expensively,
in holding
in waiting

we all scurry about
in circles
and breathe

we breathe
the cloth
and clothes
and tables.

It's you
and your bridal shower heart
that captures everything
all in ribbons
all in bows
while I,
am in the backyard
picking apart the branches
bit by little bit,
placing them
into cleaver little
piles
and stacks
from here and there,
but made with destiny

just like
everybody
here
on earth

I want the world to end when I die.
If it didn't
I would feel disappointed and used

Actually, I would feel
nothing at all
having no soul
and no body

Nothing to worry

Consciousness subsides for a second or two
and everything in the air is scrambled
all in pieces
in radio waves
and microwaves
and frequencies

We are stuck alone, on this lonely planet
without
food
or drink
or even the breath of God
(the creator of everything)
and I know, that if he looked down
and actually thought to himself
that we are doomed
I at least think he,
being the most intelligent, would inform us
of our destiny

The beasts in the woods all breathe in my scent
and the trees, overhead
all flutter
with the summer breeze
I am alone
and dragging the night behind me,
I am at home and breathing this all in

the stars
up above that carry
all our thoughts and wishes
seem to retreat with my stare
while
sadly, they are inhabited by strange creatures
of dreams and sleep and fossil
from here I can see
the night from across the wire
and out here we all lay free
and useless
with our abused hearts
and minds.

When the day
and the night light
collide
I will be there
out on the back porch
drinking away

writing every other
word
of our love story
and singing, off key,
to songs from the past

I remember when
we used to
run to the border
and embrace
through the fences

I remember when
we used to
breathe out
and breathe each other in

I am there, beneath your skin
and dreaming of
flesh
and blood
and heartbeats
pumping through the night

without interruption
without interpretation

we are here
in the ocean
treading water
and, with our gills,
breathing in the night

and the moon
pulls us to the shore
and the hanging axe
creeps up
and, with its wires
and pulleys,
brings us slowly to the shore

I want to stretch
out my arms
and wrap them
around the world
with its
many diseases
and holes
drilled deep
collecting its blood

and drinking up all its water,
the trees grow tall
and in their death fall
while the earth
eats them up
but, our cars and trains
tracks
and metal scraps
all clutter the skin
of our mother

and, yes
when we die
we do sleep
until eternity comes
and finds us
all curled up
in our shiny metal box
frozen in time.