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Showing posts with label Visions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Visions. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Daydream Number One

Chasing down visions
A corruption of the will
Fantastical dreams

The impossible
Taking flight like Superman
Like a falling star

We dance with spirits
Across the surface of the sun
Oblivion comes

While we are dreaming
Following the fanciful
Becoming nothing.

Cinders in the sun
A confluence of photons
Streaming into space

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Bar Close

Watch visions collide
Hopeful expectations break
Furtive, disdainful

There is little love
In the vacuum of passion
The broken-heart, skips

Stumbles in the chase
Broken promises and lies
Rejected and bereft

Pining and alone
Aching with desire, undone
As the lights go up

Tuesday, November 12, 2019


Visions of love, spin
The threads of promises, dreams
Woven in the shadows

Moments of regret
Memories like tapestries
Glitter with pyrite

Scattered on the light
A visitation of ghosts
Fools with promises

Tuesday, February 5, 2019


Wandering Alone
Relinquishing all my dreams
Empty fantasies

Day-dreams and visions
It is one hundred degrees
Sitting in the sun

Vanishing being
The sun burns an arcing path
Through the silvered sky

The tar is boiling
Its stink rises in the world
Wafting in the wind

Words seep from my lips
Parched and cracking, turbulent
Noisome speeches drift

Lost refutations
Is this world I imagined
The folly of hope

Tuesday, May 15, 2018


To face the unknown
Standing apart, building walls
Then the senses burst

The dreams of youth, drag
Eroding paradigms fail
Withering and weak

The disaffected
Sleep in a field of visions
Buried memories

The violence of birth
Miracles of love and pain
The struggle for life

People cannot live
Bound by hope, as if fated
Can’t be whole and free

Turning with the Norn
A dance with destiny, slip
The self is dissolved

The world is spinning
The future is in motion
There is nothing fixed

Saturday, July 22, 2017


I stole the future, and stuffed it into a sack of visions

I wandered through the webs of time, careful as a spider


I wove strings of possibilities, each lighted thread a snare

I hid in truth’s shadow, orbiting the event horizon


I shut my eyes against the dark, and I whispered to the void

While I slipped beyond the veil of knowing

Unbecoming I

Given at the New Shit Show Minneapolis
Tatterwood Gallery


Tuesday, June 27, 2017


Hunting in shadows
The ghosts of dreams, and secrets
Poison within me

Softly approaching
The muse captures the mystic
With soothing visions

Tomorrows promise
Transparent, as light as silk
The soft kiss of fate

Adrift in the void
The spirits of samsara sing
The wild, wailing wind

Touching everything
Between the heavens and earth
Specter in the garden

Brush the new flowers
Fingers bruise the dark blossom

Cut by the sharp thorns