innocence and the way of the world

dandies rollick underfoot
a step, atop the porch I sit
pondering, wander, wonder

soon, soon dusk lets down its heavy blanket
on the sky,
dimly soothing, frantically fading

chubby grubby hands ambling,
the children meandering back
from the dripping living woods

frogs from bogs
upturning spacious housing logs

they look up at me with dark bright eyes,
trusting innocence?

- Across the field the llamas stare right back

high and sweet
melodic voices chipper, crowd
bring me back

smiling, invisibly, a warm wet tear slips out
and blends incognito with the taxing:
sweet sweat, down the furtive brow

a second splits
the horror hits
soon one day soon
their naivety will be shattered, raped, split, slit

eaten up, processed. inevitably
by the churning turning world

Its hungry gut
splendidly huge
awesomely fraudulent

my contributions keep the checks in sway
the delicate balance
eventually. making me
a better wetter lay

green, part one

Green always green
the essence to my life
trees grass leaves
calm subtle soft
living. breathing.
gently upwards heaving.
pushing towards the sky
a model for mankind

when i see you, i see red
the colors twist
the gentle fled
of green, bliss lime love lizards lips.
red.

when i speak softly tones subside
my vision blurs, then clarifies
and what once was the one i hunt-
why kill what you can't hide?
and often times i ponder why
as i mellow in my bed
green melons, unriped acacia seeds
florescent trundle hucks

why can't there be a sea of green?
green the fields the hills the meadows
green the sea that we can eat
why can't there be a sea of green-
to calm the distance, from you... to me

at least this sea is living
at least this sea can change
maybe sometime soon, the present?
shorten
maybe envelop us
green green green