Miss mother nature, goddess of earth
your grass masturbates my feet
and the clouds cushion my bedhead –

I am alive
as the plants breathe, I
can watch myself as they watch me.

I am mundane, plain, a concrete building
brutalist and manmade
but their real existence, live vines climb
and make me seem attractive…

Even as I want to be dead,
they kiss me as a husband would his
sleeping wife –

even loving when unaware, forgetting
acknowledgement
being beautiful all alone.

Miss mother nature, goddess of earth
I am alive
no longer manmade in your home.

The light dims and the ground is covered in shadow.
As I sit on the damp grass I feel a breeze.
A cool breeze that makes my skin tense slightly
A cool breeze that makes my shiver slightly.

The clouds wander around in the sky
playing with each other.
The sun sinks over the hills letting everything be covered by darkness.

I don't move from my position and inhale the scents that surround me.
A scent from the trees and flowers twirl and fill my nostrils
A scent from the grass tries to intrude.

The morning will be here in short time
But I can't wait for it.
So I get up and go home.

Leaving the damp grass behind.

helium balloon
im all filled up
with every blow
i feel my insides
bouncing off one another
eager to escape
growing
no slowing
only a matter of time
keep blowing
ignore the silent unease
of knowing
that your going
too far
and that
soon I will be free
and
It wont be too long
til
I
Pop

three sets of eyes
one set exploring
one set yearning
one set wondering
I play tag between the gazes
forlorn and abrasive
only a moments time in each
I can tolerate
for one I cant quite make out
and two Im still finding out
but three Ill never know
Around and around i go
at this run- down
small town
carnival