still you do not see

experimenting with words and resolving to write more

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dreamer take all

before the flesh of another day fuses to your bones
in sleep you must remain awake planning your next move
a red glow from your electronic notebook frames the bedroom sill in hell
cool summer skies can’t suffocate thoughts of a burning future
what a forecast it is
unless you trap a white dream rabbit large enough
then whack off its giant foot to dangle around your neck
nothing good is coming your way
that’s how much luck you need
maybe the whole damn bunny strung around your life could do the trick
but there is no way this can work
you love animals better than people
maybe – up with bunny, down with people is part of the problem
stop fretting hell’s nightshade
and toying with giant white rabbits

stick your face beneath the sheet and try again tomorrow
dreamer take all

MeAnn der Ingline

MeAnn der Ingline

heaven or hell

it’s probably a big mistake to be pressing these keys right now
there are so many things pressing inside my chest
is it possible to come out of this
as one person with one dream
when everything leading up to the dream is fantasy
the impressionists began as an anonymous group
maybe I could be unknown
a founding member of the “what the hell” group
we could laugh and never care
about anything until we have to
and at that point we’d only need worry about two options
no more than that
heaven or hell
I’d simply select
which ever one has the best wine list
and maybe a tattoo parlor

Angel Cone

the dream disciples

Dear God, I’m trying to dream
but I’m going to Hell for my thoughts

grounded hopes I kill
sacrifice them off the ledge of my laptop

chanting, yes plenty
the dream disciples sing out in wet tongues

the roar of their licking fires
do not unnerve them

they believe in faith
I have no faith in believing

anything too hot
reduces me to confessional tears

so I continue slaying my desires
upon the concrete foundation of this place

where I’m conveniently
closer to Hell by thirteen carpeted steps

little diablo

little diablo

drinking in hell

pumping oxygen into shriveled dreams
is this what Faust meant to do
sell his pre-owned soul to the devil
in exchange for impractical objects
now if I were to barter with the devil
I’d trade ‘him’ something shiny and new
a cold case of shimmering champagne
that devil and I would squat on a charred out stump
we’d rest back to back
and have ourselves a fancy drink
a sparkling bubbly chilled to perfection
no stem glasses
coffee mugs – it’s hot down there
while chewing on the nuances of life
and spitting out bygone results
the devil would get high on evaporating ice
I’d giggle from fizz leaping into my nose
we’d sling back a few 

until finally
the devil clears his throat and makes an unusual request

rather than stoking my pre-owned soul
or sucking down a fab case of fine French
‘he’d’ ask one thing –
to forever hear my giggle
I’d smile and whisper gravelly, trying to sound like Demi Moore
Mr. Devil, it you’d like to hear my giggle for all eternity
you must love life in a way
that will melt your horns
fade your alizarin crimson hide to Valentine pink
and break hell apart
into chunks smaller than Red Hots
if you can accomplish this
I’ll giggle for you, Mr. Devil
until my endless tears of joy
fill up that old giant hell hole

little diablo

little diablo

 

little diablo enjoys fuss

devilishIf we know the, “devil lurks in the details,”
why do we insist on conquering minutia
and allow our pressure to boil red
?
I was once taught by folks who prayed looking up,
heaven is a big cool land
whose tenants are interested in just the basics:
kindness, civility, sincerity and humility.
Down below,
the devil is entertained
by those who enjoy hot complexity.

Interesting idiom history: the original idiom was, “God is in the detail,” meaning attention must be paid to the small things–all are important. The more popular, “the devil is in the details,” warns us that mistakes are usually made in the small checkpoints of a project. It’s meant as a caution. So my little post takes a different position. I sometimes think many of us (me included) get so wrapped in the minutia of our daily lives, we have less time for the greater human aspect.


little diablo brought to life a few weeks back after grocery shopping

speaking of minutia-I loathe grocery shopping;)