Greener Grass

free
Magic
Bullets
race
Down
The barrel
Of
My
Weapon
With
Wet
Powder
And
Broken
Primers
Reminding
Me
Of
Their
Cost

29,555 Days

Missed days
Pass
With
Friends
As
Empty
Glasses
Wait
To see
Again,
Drinking
Time
Alone

Black Diamond Clown

What really is
In a picture
Of a picture?

Is this frame
Of a creature
A creation of
A fiction?

Fiction.
Creation.
Truth is where
I see it,
In this, perhaps,
The Other.

19.1.1993
Provo, Utah

The Longest Drive

Pedals
Pound
The
Shaken
Mind
As
Hours
Pass
Along
The
Foreign
Soil;
Smiles
Erupt
With
Gentle
Anger
And
Kind
Relief
As
Highways
Still
The
Broken
Soul

no more strangers

Old
Tracks
In
The
Muddy
Grass
Crowd
Out
The
Present,
Pulling
Past
Visitors
Toward
New
destinations

Tears

Separation
Unites,
Healing
Wounded
Souls
And
Bringing
Peace
To
The
Hearts
Through
The
Outstretched
Hands
Of
The
Other

Trust

Green
Mountains
Of
Nothingness
Never
To
Be
Climbed
Stand
Tall
Full
Of
False
Hope
And
Dreams
By
Those
Who
Believe

Frozen Sparks

Cradling
The
Warm
Steel
In
My
Hand
Time
Remains
Present;
Lighting
My
Mind
Anew
With
Every
Flick
Of
The
Switch

Seeing is Believing

Shiny
Metal
Sparkles
Seeking
To
Find
Its
Owner;
pushing
Pulling
Back
And
Forth
Now
Swaddling
The
Ancient
Love

Mustache

Shaved
Faces
After
All
Is
Said
And
Done;
Sweet
Actions
From
Beyond
Tickle
My
Heart

Void

A
Lifetime
Sits
Between
The 
Void
And
Wrinkled
Yellowed
Pages;
Painful
Happy
Memories
Of 
Unspoken
Thoughts
quenched
With
Righteous
Deeds

A8

Warmth
Returns
To
Grassy
Fields
Around
Empty
Buildings,
as
A
Painted
Horse
Seeks
Distant
aromas
And 
Home

Call Option

Quiet
moments
shout
Past
each
other
while
time
tips
scales
in
opposite
directions
and
Unplanned
last
Moments
sooth

236

Tired
Lives
Spent
Helping
Others
While
Guarding
Heaven's
Streets,
From
Desert
Mounds
And
Mountain
Peaks
We
Claim
The
Price
Of
Peace;
Ooh-rah

Blank Stares

Quiet
Erupts
Loudly
Promising
Pain
Ignorantly
Without
Compassion;
Erupting
Again
And
Again
Sawing
The
Silent
Moment
Without
End

Route 66

Out
Of
Time
And
Space
Forced
To
Turn
In
To 
Find
A
Way
Out
Of
Both;
Still
Searching

Puzzeled

What
Piece
Makes
Me
What
I
Am;
Am
I
At
Home
At
Home
Or
At
Home
Abroad;
Or
Simply
Alone
At
Home
And
Abroad

Vienna Calling

No one 
Hears
The
Silent
Screams
Swimming
Through
The
Air;
A
Line
No
Longer
Connects
As
Others
Cross
Worn
Paths
Moving
Unaware
Through
Time