and, but, why

my phone number is an unimportant prime

and

my media access control is beyond a computer deciphered pi

way far out there, beyond any reasonable slick smiled lie

so i quietly listen when my sweat wanders near my eye

i am aware though i know i am not fully awake nor contrite

i know that the government tries to control loose minds

but

i admit that i don't understand nor comprehend fight or flight

it may just not be i - or me - or this skin bag of water that cries
why

my cassette tape is brittle and running dry

while those antiquated dirty heads no longer feign an ocean salty smile

and

while i listen slumped by hidden pain to avoid any personal strife

i dream any dream that doesn't lay by my side

but

i love that my crazy deceptive dog wags its body wild

i dig everything along with everybody under every sky

inherently clinging to their fragile fleeting soon to be forgotten lives

it may just not be i - or me - or this soul that cannot defy

why

... .thurlo.

spiritual complication

the sahara holds more secrets
than the old testament holds hope

the spectral fog that waltzes across the deepest ocean floors

has seen more than a child will see in a lifetime of stars

yet we spin around in comfort food circles bookmarking archaic rhymes
we echo raptures in unison as we are commanded to not tell a lie
we divide and cling and clutch to our romantic traditions
as if spiritual contemplation translates to a ticket into the great divine

so we deal with faith as a spiritual fable, and science as an ivy hoax,

and invisible bridges that could span hearts and hands and minds and hope
become generationally dangerously decaying metal skeletons of peace
that could never handle the load of defiant souls

... .thurlo.

careening clowns

like i have stated on earlier posts, sometimes it is just fun to free write unedited poetic rants to help me through the day...

careening cartoon clown cars moving forward in hectic concentric
             oscillating circles
hazardously veering into systematically placed donut drive thru's to inject caffeine
             laced withed chemical sugar
and all before the morning bell has rung

step back - sit back and look what a morning has become, hearts undone
             shrinking horizons
mechanical claws reaching for our throats - soulless cyber notes
             scars from the night clinging on
and less reasons, necessary treasons, and more needs to come

... .thurlo.

wandering honey

thigh high wandering honey

as if gravity was lost in the moment

caressing your flexing flesh

like a tongue caresses ice cream

sometimes life has events that happen

from deep within a psyche

so let it roll

let it live

... .thurlo.