Something missing

 Shoes don't fit anymore I sigh
Have to get a new pair what a pest 
The weight I'm lifiting is so light
Doesn't this expose preference for easiness???

The Dog is far too small and doesn't listen
He is miniscule, am I feeding him enough?
The image in the television screen is so distant
Should I be sitting closer???

I don't have another pair
I'll have to walk to shop in these
I won't risk any injury
I'll simply lift in ease

My dog is as big or as small
or as stubborn as he needs to be
I gave him more than enough
What lenses of life are these???

When nature calls

 So I drove on the spine of my identity.
A desert road, barren topography, calamitous weather.
infertile soils and my bladder pushed my brake foot.
I stepped out onto the shoulder, cool and calm.

I pulled it out trusting the women would stay in the car.
I couldn't hold back as the urine came out of me in torrents.
The flow of it shuddered through my body.
Gushing out like floodwater.

I held myself up, dizzied by my own deluge.
How could I release this amount of water?
The knee high shrub before me soaked it up.
Potassium and calcium might boost it's growth.

The women exited the vehicle looking at me in shock.
Taken aback by my unabashed decision to pee -au grand air.
Then amazed by the baffling and nonsensical volume spilling out.
Their gasps mute and still, now statue-like in the soft breeze.

I looked down almost disappointed at the last drops.
The breeze caught them, arched their course to the dirt.
Maybe another few liters wouldn've been good.
Nature desires continuation not resolution.

The cooling system

 Scientists gathered around me.
  I repeated our list of timeline goals. Building a nuclear power plant in the valley. We had one big problem the river cooling condensor. The nuclear reactor's warmed water would raise the temperature of the river.
This would affect the whole river, boosting temperature and interrupting animals natural cycles. Our investors only want to know when it becomes a scandal. 
Like our own body temperature there must be something to regulate it.
The intake and outfall canals had several obstacles. Engineers wouldn't agree so the plan couldn't be formed.
The cooling solution was one of the last challenges on our list. Without a plan it would temperature change will affect the life of the fish and surrounding fauna and flora, even the wild bananas.

Divinity on Rachis

 Humid valley
my smile widens
in it's narrow gap
I trudge into the humidity

grass encloses around each ankle
I walk parallel to a river
Covered by bush and wild banana
The distant burble hardly discernible

I pass the ever reaching mango trees
Sparse fruit too high to reach
colored green blue and red
On the ground opened and orange

I witness a completely balanced banana palm
So symmetrical the leaves and the flowering downward stalk
One singular banana hangs from the long rachis
A Godlike fruit That I could claim now

The hospital doll at three

 Two fifty nine in the AM
The abandoned doll from the child's ward
hanging off the stretcher
One eye looking toward the corridor doors
The other eye aimed at the ceiling
The clock hand on the wall hits three
The doll's eye blinks

There's no air movement
the insistant glow of the overhead fixtures
The corridor is empty I hesitate to approach
I focus on it's eye looking at the door
The zipper the doll had for a mouth clicks
I take a step back but the zipper opens
I gasp as it emits a tiny sinister shriek 
 

Sleepless Super Eight

 By nightfall the neon gleams
Something otherworldy promises
But the edges of a trick come through
in the form a suble micro flicker

The carpark below it half full
by midnight it will be overloaded
two long boots exchange concrete
making their way toward the wooden steps
last nights rain well soaked into them
A hadn extends and caresses the railing
fresh nail paint reflecting in the orange lamp light

Tweekers jump down the same wooden stairs
galloping their needs in their knees
The woman barely notices them and vice versa
Both will have their ends met before twelve o One
The motel sits a delapidated turtle lazy satisfied
It's shell the enclosing roof covering thirty rooms
 hoarding the vibration of a million dirty deeds 

This place never sleeps
the ghosts that loom out were once humans
Their dishonest needs slowly throwing them out of reality
At some point they lost it, an O.D, an overzealous loanshark
A new click putting the smack down
A spiralling doom that forced the hand
To kill the body and extend his stay at super eight

Being replaced

 Legs were world wars
Moving the economy knees of japan and germany
The united rolls of flab below the ribs
Singapore a belly button

Hands were African
For fertile soil and abundant mines
Elegant fingers
musclebound palms

Arms were asian sweat shops
Building parts for the nonthinking masses
Models of neighbor envy fueled automobiles
Factories the size of cities


Lips were french
Tongues and tastebuds sensitive europeans
With all the coincidental priviledges
of sharing an active outspoken tongue

Britain contracted emphysema
Used two contradictory medicines
One antagonizes the other
When doctor visits Britain hides the one not prescribed

The united rolls of flab
Builds factories to mass produce hero figurines
That drool and catchphrase nostagic hyperboles
Every child will be forced to play

Russia erected a mirror big enough for moscow
and reflected it's deepest national fears inside
Then hypnotized itself assembling cheap bombs and drones

But there was no head
No brain to speak of
just a poor man

Hobbling between contintents
scrambling to maintain distribution

neurotic and vile

Slowly being replaced by a new beautiful millenium.