Ordinary Hobos

This is the spot where a drifter does sit

 One hand begging for a less thriftier bitch

The other, searches for a mystery itch.

He knew yesterday: his memory has glitched.

Oh! It’s happened again and the Penny’s have slipped

Smile shows all teeth, many are chipped.

More yellow than lemony strips

I hope this fool gets plenty of chics.

Another Poem. About Airports.

Airport

Streams of strangers filter out of semi-plastic tubes

Exit ramp from humanities best attempt to soar

Elevated bottle nose taxi cargo bin

Shipping pounds of you and I

Across a surprisingly flat surface.

First steps in new world are timid

Then pockets buzz and purses sing

Who has come to retrieve this safely landed king?

Some poetry

Temperature

Capture the spine

Where primal desire unfolds in immaculate design

Sinking beneath the gaze of watchful wizards

That sleep beneath weeping willow

On mother Earth’s softest pillow

Gilded waves cast shadows on all life-forms,

In a battle for glory waged over twisted souls     

Arranged in pristine bowls

Of granite. Which exists in the nebulous howls

That circulate the planet

In an ever rising helix traced  by a prehistoric phoenix

Precisely aligned with the schemes of a cosmologic genius

Twenty million galaxies exist between us

Filled with a thousand pulsating orbs

Burning for timeless eons

Lonely behemoths in the gaping void

Cold energy awash over empty rock spheres

Following Newtonian rule from a dizzying distance

Sporadically lit  according to the course of the elipse

Meanwhile on our neighborhood’s wettest world

Seven billion monkeys pursue each other across risen earth

Entropy increases in time with the quickening beat

A Darwinian dance that shakes the very floorboards of reality buried six feet deep.

Testing from phone

Some sick pictures. ^ Salvador Dali > Graff Tree