motor-squito

Buzzing around me
in a courageous curve,
a motorcyclist
braves
the hungry asphalt
in an attempt
to forget his humanity.

In an almost-flight,
his desire drives him
towards the glowing
ball of sunset.

Like a moth.

properties of water

If I had a way to tell you where the
living water flows
with fool-proof sincerity
truth; disclosed; unarmed.
though you thirst
would you drink?

Or are you more interested in
the properties of H2O.
When your soul is thirsty
where do you go?
How do you analyze the properties of
theoretical water...
when dehydration makes you weaker.

Your iron-clad grip
on the stem of reality
in a pewter cup
when inverted makes a sand hour glass
the desert
in which you thirst.

If, in my own weak will
I could pour a little
on your tongue,
would you swallow,
taste, and see?
realize?

That once ingested,
it's hard to contain
a belly full of living,
life
when all around is desert!

And you, too, would flow
to water this parched
arid world
with something that has to be
lived. ingested. experienced.
and shared.