Spilt-um- milk

Lifelong day concluding,
The re-rising sun marks its death.
Two hundred forty years in the
Blink of some cosmic eye.
When hearts fuse and minds fuse
And bodies fuse-
Infuse, confuse:
Conflagrate.

Lifelong day concluding,
Reality interrupted by the
Sun’s intensity,
Melting, molten plasma,
Nucleic bonding.

Sixty four chromosomes and
Sixty four chromosomes spilled
And one hundred twenty eight
Chromosomes lie together baking-
From the creamy puddle-in the
Intensity of the sun and dry
Up.
Close, but no life:
No death either.

Going Going Gone

Going through it
All alone-I wish-
Encircled by friends- I wish.

Going through it
With pills and swills
And conscience numbing bumps.

Going though it
In the absence of the void:
Stone cold unstupored.

Going through it
Without scapegoat Autumn
Or Spring or Winter or Summer.

Going through it
Cherry-robbed then given then sold
To nameless, soulless bodies that I love.

Going through it
Saving one piece for myself
One last juicy bite-
For me.

TenTen

Twenty somethings–
Twenty pictures:
That’s all I have.
Twenty days:
That’s all I have.
Twenty words:
That’s all I have.