The Cosmic Rivers

It is extraordinary when the cosmic rivers of eons past

Come alive with life, found in the canyons of Mars.

Which once flourished with weeping existence.

But since has scarred the flamboyant flowers of present

Now preaching to the life saturated organisms that

Patterns of the cosmos are there to stay.

Babies and Bagels

The people that pass the period in pantyhoes,

In the tounge twistings of time,

In the facade of food and fog.

These are the people, the peers, and perhaps the partiers of perpetual parks. 

White Collar

Work Outfits

15/20 Vision

Does it make sense to see this clearly,

What happens if the Eyes of Presumption close.

And the Lens of immediate indulgence,

Captures  the spinning silhouettes of  imaginable construction.

61K and the Queen Inside

Me and an Army of 60,000

Swaying the Urbanites 

To Understand the sweet victory of true democracy

The Crutch of Occupy

Surgery only got me so far, Occupy showed me the way and crutches got me there.

Drunken Purpose

I stare down the troubled, the magnificent, and the outsiders, 

The insiders, the ones who love, and the ones often forgotten.

Now stare into me, 

See a transparency of the straight truth,

One that is only told in black and white, 

because seen behind the lying silhouette,

Is the eyes of alternate reality.