Edge of the still night

 Wide stepping it all the way down her own independence
Streaming personal power
Blending in with the humidity

Blue bluing the night not needing effort
Inhaling the thick air dowsed with aromas
A city full of kitchens

Long white pants slowly flapping
By the movement of those elegant steps
Otherwise night stood still a kite's nightmare

Pomp and swank accompanied those steps
That hip mobility put into practice
The motion conjured sexual fantasy

Something so beautiful moving through the membrane of the night
Stirring the still air with that electricity

They put a motor on it

 They put a motor on a predator
It nearly skidded off the roadside
snarling and sparking

Screaming as loud as the screech of the brakes
Leaving a trail of tyre black
Across the smooth surface

It careened forward some yet dug in
Purchased traction
Picking up that aggressive acceleration

Droning on into the night
The echo booting and bouncing
Out of sight

The noise slopping out 
buildings and walls
The uproar a motor on a predator

The fervor of the ironic

 They can pretty much sum you up in a second
and get you wrong in a fraction of that
Theres always more to come
Bullshit from the mouth boring
silly stupid

They fill out the questionaire on your behalf
Forgetting that others did the same to them and how that felt
They seemed to pile on their understanding 
getting offended when i find it entertaining

and for the self proclaimed heroes
You are just as deluded as the villans you condemn
Raising tour voice at a screen
 A redundant emotional speech proving nothing

 

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