I was once taught

 I was once taught
Now i'm a teacher
I once wrought
Now a literary creature

Building dreams in above the ground my glee
In oceans, where gaze is possession honey
inside the abyss millions of miles of deep
Your terror surreal in sleep then wake and peak!

The strangeness moves over you like weather
I was once taught, now I'm that bright cloud
Excitement demands I show you in further
These depths a trillion stomachs

Digesting a tasty world baby, while it lasts
Oh just a notion of what's behind this eye
Now I'm an imaginer of infatuations of the past
Funky graffiti on the inner walls of my heart

Sometimes I read their cute spraypaint remarks
Those nostalgic crushes bursting forth with sparks
I look down at the still algae filled pond
But it's not stagnant rotten water, make me fond

It's all juice for my thirst pass my pen and straw
I'm diving headfirst longing to get to the bottom
Not afraid to drown, follow me down, you blossom
To learn from it, to burn, finally to fathom!

A vagabond's bedsit

 The ad said room to let
Those ten meter living spaces
In the old building built in the seventies
tiny bedsits under the town's big brothel

The neons would keep me up past the early hours
Reminding me of the lively nature of human need for connection
Maybe even the sound of the loudest of them making its way through walls
But it was cheap a lifeline for a simple writer like me, engulfed by the city

I'd even have a small window to see the remnants of a horizontal winter sun
A bed a desk and old block three channeled t.v a mini fridge teaspoon of hope
Just enough space to keep me from the laughing cord a noose
So I circled the ad and folded the page sparking the half cigarette i'd saved

With all of that business going on above maybe i'd get some inspiration
Here's to the neons as the sour fume embraced my lungs
Ember flared and I packed my stuff 

She will fly again

 The long night over head.
A city full of bridges and highways.
Overpass after overpass.
Nonstop transit.

The lost souls and I looked upward in those last hours of darkness.
It's a monoplane positioning itself to land on the highway.
Complaining in long winded sighs it's motor makes.
Because the traffic below won't make space.

The small structure wobbles and shudders.
Like a shopping trolley down a steep street.
Then rebalances itself as if suddenly a gocart.
It comes down horrorfying motorists.

Avoids the laggards swiveling this way and that.
Falling suddenly forward then jumping violently back.
Until it finds it's cruise speed, the tiny wheels adjust to the roadway.
Slowing and gracefully pulling into a pitstop, intact, she will fly again.

Yurodivy

 Unpredictable the highway is his dancefloor
He wanders and dances as if in a fever
He kicks out of his stride with a taunting cabriole
He blows dust from the road up into the ether

Where it vibrates madly and become planets
He moves through the villages detached
No expression on his face, life unplanned
Then suddenly a playful smile

Every secret of the cosmos well known to him
He speaks in cryptic riddles with a cheeky grin
When confronted he becomes provocative and fearless
He lives without possessions, under clothes is hairless

Out here on open roads he screams into the lands chasms
randomly cartwheels, sticks his hand up to tease the wind
He walks harmoniously avoiding danger in his careless wisdom
Watching the miracles and tragedies of our times unfold and kindle

Age and time tied the knot

 Age and time were married
They would wake and eat together
Each day like a child of their own
Each step in unison

Breezing through mornings
giving their faces to dawn's brightness
What was time doing with age
Age showed off time like it was statue

And time pushed age on through the ebbs and flows
Motivating those essential changes
Age greeted time with celebrations
Time reminded age with clocks and phones

When they made love the fresh and the old disappeared
Their climactic gift was the present
Their feelings were moments, exciting seconds
Something was born like a solstice or eclipse

Humans don't feel their movement
Have lost all notion of history
Uninterested in the transitions and progressions
Neither pious nor athiest believe in the consequence of time

At the temple for washing souls(a free God)

 The two gargantuan temples awaited.
God was a child kicking a stone in the broad courtyard.
He knew he was God but played his reality as the child all the same.
He kicked the stone, it spun and hit the concrete.
He put his hand up to block the rays of the sun, as if this entity wasn't a family member.

Then he skipped just to enjoy the sensation of it.
I witnessed him do all this, as I entered the small rooms between the temple.
Once inside the elder women greeted and drew my death on the rock wall.
I grinned and gave myself up. I will let go here.
The hard rock wall covered with dried blood flaking and beckoning for me.

The elder women started their song which went from melodic and harmonic.
Into shrill cries, proclaiming and screaming blood curdling refrains.
As I felt my body smashed on the course and rough rock on the wall.
My body would be no more here under their strange wailing.
With little God planning the next millenia with the sun in his eyes.

I gasped my last gasp as teeth tongue and mouth were no more.
Crush me destroy me until I am finished my noble women.
Between good temples release me from existence.
Dance oblivion across me with your steps and words.
But before you do, split through into two.

My original two, the lamb and the wolf.
The giver and the taker.
Let me give my final offering.
Take my final fire from these sacred temples.
Let my name be dead forever...
Thus I witness the stone be kicked for eternity!
For I love a free God.

The fleck of you

 one fleck of dust flew up through that sunlight.
a lost desire, a whim we didn't know we had.
A tiny piece of ourselves flying off.
Being thrown upward exposed in the sunlight.

Gone forever on the chaos of the air.
The sunlight glints off it,
radiating the beauty of it.
As soon as you reach for it...

The air between your hand and the fleck,
pushes it away.
Oh these lovely people that I loved,
pushed away.