Alien Landscape

View 1 of my first alien world. I have a couple of more views to post, and then i will be making other pieces.

Female

the globe gingerly turns
on an axis she would not
have picked for herself
if given the choice

she has a crush on the
black hole
that calls her sometimes

something about that
event horizon
feels so remarkably other

her identity is unknown to her
not even the sun will tell
her she is gifted

I take a bath with a
Blue haiku –
The fewer the words
The more July the language.

So much steam.
I am a puddle in a pool
In a pond.
When I evaporate
No one notices.
Not even me.

I rise to the brevity
Of language and
Citric summer

Consecrate energy,
Obey the demand.
You travel a million matters
From your source.

Letters overtake me,
Solid empty book that I am.

U kisses me,
I abuses me.

Synchronicity of text makes
My whole story work together
Like a glass machine.

But it isn’t about me.

Book of uneditable extractions.

Rock with respect.
You’ll be dead
And this song will be
Filling the oldies station
Like a bucket.

Rhythm connotes meaning
More than words do sometimes.
Body movement is our base language.

He doesn’t see the mountain
Under his feet as he travels
Only thinks that the
World has pulled away
From him