My Mugwumps and me

 Think about the desert wall climber
Dead grass rattler
Dry dawn begger
People out of the cave early to worship the sun

To begin licking their screens for sweet illusions
While the day warmed
The sacred scorpion crackle hiss
cloudless sweltering salty pavement

And people cheered from the shade
holding hands in their respective bias loving groups
Led by formally dressed and spoken clowns
On the extreme left and right

Thick about the line of ants
Calango lizard bands over the top of the wall
They dont hover there because they are cowards
Its because there is twice the amount of food

Rain and soccer

 Near the landfill there is a soccer field
The neighborhood kids assembled

divided into two groups
and started playing

Two minuted after arriving
One of the kids opened his hand
and declared, -its going to rain!
And another ten seconds passed

Then the showers came
but the kids kept playing

Shrieking even more
yelling themsleves hoarse
slipping and sliding
Until the game became just about balance

Baby kind

 The baby kind
the unformed mind
All rhythm no thought
All expression
No reflection

Popular entrance
appeal melts most of men's indifference
sparking the kindling crackling curiousity
They look onward

stretch yourself you elegant mammal
The baby kind
Everything is face value
first sight first impression
simple and exquisite

Kiss the air unintentionally
March in and own the light
Those shards of light showing you off
All the way in and out 
people try to earn your smile

Parsley and cement

 She spun overbusy in the kitchen and screamed I need parsley
children were bewildered as their mother beleld like an alarm
So out I went on my skateboard toward the supermarket
The streets were straight and flat

I could roll smoothly through without much effort at all
I felt the concrete judder gently under the chunky wheels
Half way there I remembered the parsley I was growing
It a bulky clump, surely I could take some from there.

I started skating back to the garden where the parsley grew
But on my way back the street had changed
None of the footpaths and sidewalks were even
There were obstacles blocking setting cement

There were cracks and pot holes
I'd have to take myself off the skateboard
walking among the messy roadway
From across the street the professional skateboarders skated

They observed me and laughed
Time seem to slip by faster
As if I myself was wading through wet cement
Coming home empty handed

No parsley
not even another similar herb
Perhaps a substitute
No just an adult with a skateboard

Legs covered in bruises and cement

If I was the garden itself

 I'd keep rearranging myself, well can you blame me?

Morning in a different order, birds will dance

Banana leaves busy making a religion from the wind
Universe kept leaving its clothes for me to pick up

I watered the same plants
with a different mind acting up behind my eyes

I thought about this from a new mind that took over from the old one

A person refusing to be ordinary and a small green insect
eating its way through a lettuce patch

 I pulled a weed and found a deeper root beneath 

This is the world getting through your experience

Evening I had become reasonable, which was disappointing

The plants had grown so well, fertility showing in all it's little signs

I was looking for evidence so the I could plant more

But the garden never needed proof

The overbearing noise of a world so partial

 It slips down in the water
Dragging light out of everything 

Saps your energy
Sucks the marrow from your bones and leaves you crawling 

makes one think life has no point
Makes existence look like a rigged game

It was too drunken to sustain
A filthy bargain to sell tomorrow and survive tonight

To kill thirst
To choke the screaming from my own throat

It makes one thirstier than ever
Leaves you parched in a desert of your own design, licking sand

More stupid and sentimental
Blubbering disorientation and broken compasses, mistaking every oasis

So lost, the world is a dizzy place
Horizon snaps sanity slithers, the ground turns traitor, every direction predatory

Do these words give any more grip
Just clawing at the air, strangle meaning empty adjective?

On this place I'm slipping away from
Crumbling reality comes apart as the horizon did

Who I want to be
Fighting to become that flicker of good inside me 

What I want to pursue
The thing I hunger, as darkness tries to sell me off cheap

They are crushing questions
Grinding my senses a million easy answers 

I wish they could go back to being empty
Silence and hollow space 

But feeling is a quality
The insensitive are cursed

Dimmy the landlord

 My name is Dimmy Ribbons. I'm a mixed breed dog living inside the property of the landfill.

I sit here under a broken piece of garage roof. It’s currently raining. I have my chin on my paw. I’m looking up at the faintest sign of the sun behind the nonstop oncoming cloud.
Suddenly my head goes up, because I heard thunder coming from the distance.
I am in panic, but I decided to keep a level head.
I moved further back under the aluminium roof. Curled up inside some bubble wrap.
I thought to myself the rain will soon be gone and I’ll be able to wander around and maybe hunt a rat.
I saw a blind dwarf, who had been dropped off by one of those state institutions.
I stared and stared at him. He sat shivering in the rain. He sat on an upside down plastic bucket.
It made that cracking sound like it was going to come apart.
But it held together.

I kept an eye on the blind dwarf. His thick forearms looked like two stubby table legs.
What had he done to end up here?
What had I done, had my owner not seen the the light in my eyes? Had I broken too much furniture?

I slid it out of my head.
I thought, I am Dimmy Ribbons! Yes, just a dog!
Not at all! I am a great animal. Am I?

Despite the rain I sprinted out and grabbed the blind dwarf’s thick rolled up jeans from around his ankles. I barked and he reached down and patted me. I guided him through to the highest space between the aluminium and the ground.
Once in he realized it was like a shelter.

The blind dwarf hobbled around until he found a plastic panel to lie down on.
He sighed and started sleeping.
How am I, Dimmy Ribbons the dog, supposed to find enough food for the two of us.
Maybe I could kill a cat.

It started raining harder, I sat down dug into my coat with my naturally sharp teeth, snapping off a tick and taking a few fleas off.
If only I could be a tick sitting on a mountain of flesh. Sapping the blood to keep me sustained and happy everyday. My home would be my meal. What a concept.

The blind dwarf rolled around on the plastic panel to get comfortable, the dropping water was inches away from his face, as if he had put his head closest to the downpour so he could make sense of his surroundings through the sound of the raindrops.

The clouds darkened and the day faded into dusk. I closed my eyes inside my bubble wrap nest, waking myself up with the first snore rattles. Then hurrying back to the important business of sleep.
Deep sleep with dreams that allowed me to see the faces of the kids and parents at the house I used to live at.
Was I a terrible mongrel?
I knew I had a lot of energy. Now I was a host for blind dwarf under a broken aluminium roof at a landfill.