Breaking Path

If you had my luck you would understand
Stand mute in shock staring hard at your hands
Your monuments would crumble into dust
Your golden armor would cover in rust
Left alone light in horrible freedom
All in awe at vast chaotic kingdom
You would wake up every morning in dread
That ego too is waking in your head
Take heart my friend you walk the better road
Sing a cheery tune; enjoy your light load
Easy answers to all of those who wait
Continuing blind on the road of fate
Don't be sad for your path is never ending
Never look back, for my path is pending

Mule

I am Karma's mule
and she is leading me forward on a rickety cart,
cackling,
dangling the carrot of romance
just beyond my hungry muzzle.

My lust is tenacious as the Nile in June.
But all my romantic pursuits are stillborn
Filling fresh water with rotting flesh.

I must have been Humbert Humbert in my last life.
Or Heinrich Himmler.
Lolita, you must forgive me.
Six million Jews you must forgive me.

The Space in Between

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My Easy Yoke

Wet boulders on the tops of hills and logic chopping chopping chopping
threaten to bury me with super-colossal gravity.
Day dreams of office jobs and ties tied tight around my windpipe,
researching endless pages of madness only to regurgitate in
brain-damaged facsimile threaten to crush crush crush me
with prodigious efficacy.

My easy yoke is tugging at me lightly
as if some five-inch sprite is pulling
a length of fishing line attached.

She whispers in my ear and I will follow.
I will by owing owe not.

Locked Eyes

Our eyes lock on each other
and you don't know me
and there are no walls.

You turn some rusty cog
within me,
sparking a revelation:
a striking stream
of echoes and negatives.

It's an ecstatic assault.
And I know your life
because I've been here before,
looking out from your eyes.

Tired

Like a pile of pillows
soaked in gasoline,
I fantasize of easy
transmutation:
heat and smoke,
climbing lightly to heaven.