Practical Cubical - may 8th, 2000

The chair of thoughts
Slumber in boredom with a pen and paper
Fed-Ex engraved on plastic tube
The black ink flows
As the mind drains into a puddle of system fluid
Nothing holds
Binds with a staple
Two pages worth of random useless phrase
About childhood dream, about adolescent rebellion, about adult fantasy
Ending in the death of words
Cremated and stored in an urn
Respected and worshipped like gods
Ash of bones, dust of organs and superficial tokens
Later that same day
All ended up in a landfill of trash
May it rest in peace!

a pair of bamboo

A pair of bamboo
heal your soul.

A pair of heart
beat to love that never part.

Those two ole souls
never thought this day would come.

50 years, a long path home
green sanctuary replaces ole memories.

We are lost in the world
together till we become of earth.

Time Bomb - march 29, 2001

Mister Skull starring back
At the reflection from
The last man on earth's sunglasses
Enticing view
The raven flew over as
Mister Skull walked on
"Is this man next?"
(What a strange thought)
John Doe # # # # # # # # #
Marking him the target like many others
There is nothing to foreshadow
The ultimate truth is the numerous numbers
Of drafted soldiers
The cowards blame
The heroes die
Or vice versa

The arid winter hopes to see light
Across this barren no man's land
"Tick, tick" the glory machines
Whispering and waiting to be used
You know the pat on the back
It has been acknowledged
Spinning the wheel of grandeur each way
Life and war
The unsung waived to become
A physicist, a chemist,
But we are all Demi Gods of adaptations
Ceasing humanity.