RYAN TWAT SUCKER

by RC Miller

We snarl our own immensity.
Things pass away into wolves who only function.
We go through old age then death again.
This in truth be dat.
And though resting luxuriously in the park, he feels sad
About his unwisdom, feels bad about spilling oxygen.
Two hills forward, a plastic water bottle is sharpened
By the falcon's shadow.
Two hills upward, she laughs when its feathers
Fall upon her string bikini bottom.
There's light never born, outside all, deeply quiet
Like the breath of a helicopter's wing.
Two hills becoming, she enriches his posture
And animalistic zing.
Hope is beyond sorrow, hope is beyond what's free.
Go ahead and die for me.


*RC's blog: http://visionblues.blogspot.com/

THE OTHER SPOT

by RC Miller

Even if human nature is in doubt, none
Of us will escape everywhere.
A rowdy trouble abounds, but still we’re
Lucky or something.
And there’s one thing that always
Blows me away..
Life’s not about what you do or what’s to
Be done about what you do.
This contrived intimacy opens my eyes and
Allows them to play.
It’s chance enough that I’m around
Eventually.


RC's blog: http://visionblues.blogspot.com/

THE INNOCENCE I'VE KNOWN

by R.C. Miller

I create an image whose reality is self-evident.
On the fat of the land,
A rope and people deliberately uncommunicative.
Their metamorphosis is navy blue, sublime, so beautiful.
Sky, star, and excrement like.
I'm remembering someone else at our table.
What's self-evident arrives, conceived from that void.
The color of favorite animals
In a room without windows or doors.
The inner recession of peaceful tendencies
Deliberately uncommunicative.
A master switch. The massive reversal.
It's simply going to go out.
What is, is being and non-being suspending contortions.
With conditioning so beautiful,
I only want to touch you and not hear
The mountain, the city, our ordinary heat.


*R.C. Miller's blog: http://visionblues.blogspot.com/
email: rcmiller23@gmail.com