Writing to Live

What is writing to live if you let death creep up?

A cup over clay runneth over into day..
And night has no meaning if the stars pass away..
Into an eternity of nothingness..
Yet even in night is day coming..
A yearning for sunshine..
Blind diamonds in my eyes..
While feathers dance around a fire..
Glowing embers..
Screaming flames...
Claims of days forgotten...
Cotton like clouds of blue..
Memories of you..
Like ashes of dripping snow...
I look up...
And find life.
Love.
Peace.
Joy.
Me.

Bottle at the Bottom of the Sea

Ocean blue as crystal meth in a wave pool,
Shimmering like jewels at the sun's caress,
Inverness, a castle in the green, the queen of time paying a dime for each whip of the tongue,
The ink's begun, dripping black blood onto a slice of wood,
If you should...fall to the bottom like rain dripping up a tunnel of love,
Spinning round a psychedelic soul sock,
Waving north but the star's too far to shine down on love,
And run if you may,
Dismay,

by JD Bearden

Chasing an hour in a chaos of minutes,
Jumping jacks and fucking chin-ups,   
Herding the look of pin-ups,
But where did time go?
A wrinkle or crow's beak,
Pecks at my left cheek,
And I scream in agony blue,
As time flew...from the bottle...
The cork stopped up no more...
Bottle landed on the ocean floor..
And Lucy in the sky...
Shown down like diamonds on the fly...
On fish scales that gobbled up all time...
In an ocean so fine...
And without time in a bottle, I sank....  To the dank dark tank...
The human called the ocean.

by Dena McKinnon

WWJD

W hat   W ould   J esus   D o 

Oh Jesus, if you can save one, I am waiting.
A game of chance, while we  dance.
You pulling the strings. Oh puppet master.
Fix this disaster.
We sing praises oh Lord.
Maker and taker. Why must you take?
Ye scale of justice, be just. You must.
Weigh up an ounce of ground round.
Take ten pounds of my alabaster flesh for his soul.
If you are the salvation then salvage just ONE.
Him.


 

The Death Machine

THE 
  DEATH 
      MACHINE

    by Dena McKinnon


A decomposition of nutrition.
Mutation of magnificent maleficent. 
Restoring reclamation festering in ruin.
Parasitic symbiosis. 
Thrombosing, engrossing vass biomatter.
Such vascular, an organ organically reclaimed.
Bleeding.
Dissolvent dust leaking to the crust.
Oh, earth. 
Maker. And Taker. 
Eternal machine.
Mechanism, oh, microhabitat.
A breath. Of death.
Beautiful patina, thy machina. 
Oxidation. A reformation.
Taker. And Makers. 
A benevolent big bang of bargaining chips.
Nourishing death juice. 
Rich chocolate mousse of microcosm.
Fat bosom for the metastatic universe.
Needer. And feeder. 
A gadget of faggots feeding the flame. 
In a game. A gander.
Meandering through the death machine...
          We find life.   

HeR NaME

Cause and effect,
Intent and actions like fractions that effect the outcome.
Sow a seed. A deed multiplies like metaphysical residue.
Curfew cometh down like a clown without a smile.
The ethicization staycation in catacombs of honeycombs.
A wrinkle in time where a dime equals a dime.
And bees sting like honey in a horn of plenty. Maybe twenty.
Foreign currency, a trick in the mix of maxing out consequence.
Think linked with rebirth, twisted, simultaneously essential.
Managing a mystery.
A theory, a model, a paradigm.
A metaphor of metaphysical whimsical eyelashes like butterflies.
And eye for an eye. Blood for blood. The cow chews no cud.
Reap and sow. Sow and reap.
A prince in a crown of casualty.
An itch.
Stitch.
She's a bitch.

HeR NaME iS KaRmA.

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Rust and Blood

Leaves like rust scattered 

 about the earth's bottom like a blanket on a sea of jellyfish,
squishing the dish of the diver's mask.
Choking.
     Gasping.
         Suffocating.
They keep falling like feathers from roadkill on a cloud.
                    Drifting.
            Sifting.
Melting.
Like a pool of blood they wither while bones quiver into a pot of broth
steaming with life but falling like death.
Branches bare.
There.
Without a care.
Pain screams the person.
A perception of pincushion reality slipping.
Dripping.
Tripping...on a splinter of a tree once forgotten,
lest it made cotton across the fields of white through the night a blight storm cometh with a thud.
          Leaves.
                Covered.
            In.
              Snow. 
                                       Rust and blood now five below.

Back-I Mean Zach In My Office

A man with mystery...aka Snatch, IT Guy,  even Z...

Quiet but mighty without Z where would I be?

Without smilies and semi colons it would make me so sad...

Today Z fixed my keyboard and it made me so glad!

But keyboards are not all the Zach can attack...

Magic man of potions I scream Zach hurry back!

He comes with his essentials and oils from afar...

Sprinkling peace and tranquility from his little brown jar.

Everyone needs a guy like the Snatch....

He can hack a computer or sneak through a latch.

He can brew colloidal silver and loves CBD.

He adds it to his vape and drops it in his tea. 

He's only been in my office space a tiny little while...

But damn he's an asset. Can turn my frown into a smile.

His fixing my keyboard today made me realize and see...

That I'm glad to have a co-worker superstar that we call the Z!