Hammock Day Dream (Delusion)

I can’t wait to lay on a hammock with you
in the future, when we’ve both got nothin’ to do

we’ll swing back and forth as we reminisce
(since the first time we hammocked was the first time we kissed)

yes—sun through the treetops, grass covered in dew
I’ll be laying on a hammock, in the future, with you


Written: December 17, 2016

Flag of Earth

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underneath the Flag of Earth
you lay with me, oh mine
an oscillating electric fan
cooling skin, easing mind

and as we kiss, those colors wave
representing what we are—above
you: ray of sunshine / me: placid sea
moonbeams cast shadows of love

but now the Flag of Earth is still
no more humid undulations
the fan is somewhere in the closet
it’s almost Christmas vacation

you’re no longer here—to have, to hold
and those colors? they seem faded, greyed
so I’ll lay here lost in symbolism
reevaluating brighter days


Written: December 9, 2016
http://flagofearth.org

Starlight On My Back (lost and found again)

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Arnold Arboretum – Boston, MA

with starlight on my back
I face the world
it’s a hippy sort of thing
but it saves the world

words become meaningless
when thought turns to daydream
and the beauty that surrounds me
condenses to a scream

a scream of such magnitude
that it rattles the world
with shambles of words

lost and found again

words can only hold their meaning
for as long as it takes a dragonfly
to lays its eggs
in a preferable spot
in a shallow pool of nature
(and hopes for the best?)
flying away with no knowledge

no knowledge of division
of multiplicity, of love
of that which it is made
of starlight
of hippies
of screams

words don’t know their meaning
and neither does the world

what are we after?

waves of arithmetic
swell, surge
into absurdity
into you and me

lost and found again

and, what are we after?

must it all dissolve
only to arise again
into a different sort of soup
or strew or fluidity?

a superfluid

now I’m getting ahead of myself
let me contract

with starlight on my back
I face the world
freedom is a dream
probably a dream worth fighting for

freedom glints with gold
and rusts with blood

its shape is a double-edged sword

its destruction is its conception
melting only to forge

lost and found again


Written: Arnold Arboretum –  November 17, 2016

Jury Duty

all rise
shifty eyes
prejudices come to mind

truth or lies?
they testify
fear of God—traditionalized

stars and stripes
sewn with pride
decorating to remind

in due time
the jury finds
the verdict—unanimized


Written: October 20, 2016 at Malden District Court