where’d they go?
they’re not where i usually put them.

still searching…
checking pants pockets
from nights before–

there they are you idiot,
hanging inside the lock
outside the door.

and a single
BANG
rang
through
the night
and i waited for
the next shot
but none followed…

probably
just a car backfiring…

but it had that nice solid
BANG
to it
like the pull of a revolver…

no sound of a Volkswagen pulling away after,
just a quiet night,
no screams
no yelling
or subsequent
bangs.

the
rarest rose
of deepest hue

and sharpest thorn,

drawing blood
when
picked.

Perception
constructed
in mind.

Mind:
where nothing becomes everything;
deconstructed
becomes nothing.

Interaction
of energy
perceived,
interpreted,
constructed.

Appearing from nowhere
bringing time and space with us
is an absurdity,
like saying the world is flat and the sun revolves around the Earth.

Neitzche’s a pretentious asshole.

I’m sure you’re gone
by now,
i’m sure i’m
not a thought
in your mind
as i
ride off
into the
setting sun
with nothing to show for my love
but a horse and a gun.

nothing
can stop us

not your nuclear bombs
social bio-weapons
oil jihads
or corporate presidents.

can not
stop
what
you got
no power over.