dew on my lawn

like my mouth watering after a spicy dish

when my stomach is empty, last evening
my heart craved that highway leading
to nature’s carving the million-year-sculpture

that unambitious hard work, Grand Canyon!

but my sober soul suggested something else
to run around prompting a Nikon, or a Canon
a pair of better eyes and mind, a larger book

to photo-write, to note, to store to play later

and with others, also advertise my, already
overweight and extra-large ego lost
this morning like the dew on my lawn!  

21.07.2014

nothingness to nothingness

my trembling and tottering

on the brink of nothingness
all around and within me
prompt me to turn towards you
like my cacti to the sun

but you remain silent
unknowable despite all
my years of seeking you through
the many mythos and philosophia
floating like rain clouds in the oikumene

but did i not see you gazing
in the direction of nazareth
the man wearing only a loin cloth
booted out from this world

so i turn to him in hope
only to find him emptying
his wallet and his soul
leaving no room for bloating

he permits only heaven’s winds
to bring whispers to his whisperings
and clouds to float him back into that
nothingness the world battles to fill