Ode to City Parks as Metaphor for the Tax-Gap

City Park’s  Grass  Acclimates to foot-traffic,  Folds Like two parallels, never to meet.  Trophy fabric  Succumbs to the wind And smacks its clamp Against the metal flag-pole.  Clouds become Objects Familiar to imperial culture.  “I see a bear!” “I see a bull!”  Inside a shadow. Is it human?  Light pollution  Mired in smoke plumes  CurlsContinue reading “Ode to City Parks as Metaphor for the Tax-Gap”

First Snowfall (it won’t happen again)

Human trappings Outweigh organic life. This notion accepts All that is For- Ever Is here now. Basic snow Trips  Hands to let go, One-Of-a-Kind Shatters Snow covers those remnants too. Complimenting cycles To induce One-Of-a-Kind Again. Park patrons prepare their minds To reduce virginal white, Putrefying pine Honoring the connection. Observance. Fastened. Per snowfall. PurityContinue reading “First Snowfall (it won’t happen again)”

anything for the sake of karma

Dress shirt sets wrinkles in earshot and claims stigmata  After the pen breaks and dots greased palms.  Falling to pulse fluctuations, setting the rhythm for  a metronome To track heartbeats. Sitting cross legged on the platform bench opening their diary to page two documenting reality as experienced by one  Leaves congregate in the air likeContinue reading “anything for the sake of karma”

loneliness

Civilians eliminate communication as if receiving their degradation is a privilege.  Time compensates for the lapse of company by allowing entertainment to infiltrate consciousness, sequencing the blood from a frown to itemized nutrition, listed like movie credits, vying for affection from dilated tongue spurts.  Bum-Lick-Jane wipes the spittle, preserved where her wrinkles rotate from aContinue reading “loneliness”