Man of absolute physical equilibriumYou stand so straight on your legsEvery plank or clod you plant your feet onBecomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yourselfYou are more heavyAnd more lightForce being most equitably disposedIs easiest to lift from the groundSo at the same timeYour movementsUnassailableSavor of the airy-fairy of the … Continue reading EP: Sketch of a Man on a Platform
Eclogues
This is the main hub for all content. Most poems were written by me but any poem that was crafted by someone else will be noted as EP or Extra Poet.
Your Currents
Humming brazenly are mysteries flowing through urban grasslands skipping over red paddle splashed waters molding ripples into hearts catching sadness with patterns seen before making you more confused about where to spout before cascading into oceans
Jurassic Diet: Skewers
Spears can be made from old brooms, mops and Swiffer sticks.
EP: Traveler, your footprints
Traveler, your footprintsare the only road, nothing else.Traveler, there is no road;you make your own path as you walk.As you walk, you make your own road,and when you look backyou see the pathyou will never travel again.Traveler, there is no road;only a ship's wake on the sea. By Antonio Machado Translated by Mary G. Berg … Continue reading EP: Traveler, your footprints
Drunken Text
I wrote this on my aging phone: "I still want you; don't leave me" An old longing born from my love I messaged you a hard rock song: "I swear I'm not the devil, though you think I am" Sometimes that might not be true There is plenty of evidence against it
Jurassic Diet: Dining Out
Hunting in small groups (no more than 4) is more effective for close-range targets like deer, rabbits or your fastest friend.
EP: The Herdsman
I'm herdsman of a flock.The sheep are my thoughtsAnd my thoughts are all sensations.I think with my eyes and my earsAnd my hands and feetAnd nostrils and mouth. To think a flower is to see and smell it.To eat a fruit is to sense its savor. And that is why, when I feel sad,In a … Continue reading EP: The Herdsman
Dinner for One
It's silent at night, an inaudible evening Why doesn't my room whisper?Only the thin t.v. hums at times cutting through the dense stillness with pointless sales commercials and obnoxious fictional realities A chilled glass of aged rum diminishes the hours and slurs bundles of minutes bringing the next tepid morning closer;carpool, coffee, work then back … Continue reading Dinner for One
EP: Fatality
The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient; the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing: there is no pain as great as being alive, no burden heavier than that of conscious life. To be, and to know nothing, and to lack a way, and the dread of having been, and future terrors… … Continue reading EP: Fatality
Trashed
On the first page of my scroll I'm in a small provincial cityIn a frisky foreign country The apartments all darkenedMinuscule storefronts shuttered Hours before a suggested curfewIt's always a cool and calm evening My traditional "sober" mask in onI'm walking past a trim street corner Where I admittedly shouldn't beAlone, wavering and coatless againOut … Continue reading Trashed
The Eclogues 
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