come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Is this a shit or is this an aphrodisiac? a dung beetle asked.
rolling and honing this giant amorphous glob
all throughout the dark night until break of the dawn,
imbued in a tint blue hue
heart of a dung beetle beats with its small glimmer of hope.
pushing with its hind legs it prayed.
when the night unveils its shadows,
scorching sun excoriates its tiny little being.
when the sun sets. The dung beetle scoops up a glob,
rolling it with its hind leg.
6.27.2020
Cigarette, a cancerous stick, has ceased
to be in my grocery list, for I cherish this breeze
freshly squeezed out of green tree leaves.
Bittersweet it is though this is where it’s been
the last greeting of sweet sigh breathed and dreamed
as crimson yolk of sun set over the horizon of youthful steam.
6.26.2020
‘let your limb be whole with the sword’ said sensei,
‘close the gap between your hands’ and the sword’s way’
for awhile the sword cuts the air,
sounds of cicada is what I hear
poring out of the earth’s surface, clinging to a wood it screams,
roaring its life out, making seventeen years of its dreams
a wooden sword silently cuts the air.
6.25.2020
Remember, upon emergency please pull this emergency lever.
if the sky starts to look like the jaundiced skin after hit by a baseball hard,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you wake up one day and can’t one bit
‘cause dark shadows are pulling you into the earth,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you find yourself hurting others with a thousand blade from your tongue,
please pull this emergency lever.
remember, upon emergency, please pull this emergency lever.
6.24.2020
As time fly by, be aware, grand sand
on your shoulders before you realize
miles wide away from home you are
to realize sunrise compromise of dying
of the past fast asleep at last
focus now notice the bogus modus
focus on your dream steam for us
for onus is worthwhile style to live.
6.23.2020
as genitalia shout sharply at eyeballs
of equestrian flout softly as royals
yet another birth begins
without an -Aye or Nay –
wed into a wild rodeo fed with
hormonal stimulants. Why –
innocents awake imploded in their genes
imminent to their name tags heir to dreams
6.22.2020
Like a drop of tear drop into a pool of agony,
My voice reverberates across a vast thin air,
Perhaps my heart has already sunken into the deep
dark abysmal ocean, pressured and compartmentalized
into a small box chained by gravity so heavy.
But my voice still rings the air, singing the hums of the stories
that filled my eyes and the lungs that still breaths
dancing in the waves of sound so lively and calm.
6.21.2020
Flick – and the sunrise jumped behind the horizon
Flick – and the glory and pain disappeared, loneliness re-emerged from a dark pool
Flick – and the painstakingly piled blood, seat, and tears twirled into a whisper of flame
Flick – a chubby cat just lazily walked down the street. Peaceful as ever.
6-20-2020
When the wind blows,
A thousand years will leap by
Scattering the pieces of memories
Across the pasture of oblivion.
When the wind blows,
I hope that fragrance of cherry blossom
In a softly ripen spring night
Will bloom again in your bosoms.
6.19.2020
Glowing flowers amongst the darkness,
Nevertheless refuges indulging laziness.
Dancing among nubile effervescent globes,
Fearless flare arises amongst the grass.
Rise, dear moon. Rise ever higher
6.18.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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