Greening, Part 3: Bouncing Castle

Illustration for Part 3: Bouncing Castle of the poem "Greening" by Robert Lutz

Terrible turbulence
is a torment for tacit souls

Illicit integration
is illegal for integral numbers

Progressive paralysis
is paradoxically prone to pulsations

The days of my soul
are numbered
According to your
indeterminate pulsations

My pulse got soul
Any number of beats
makes up a series of symphonies


Moth Dance

Moth Dance

I don’t need a vest
to protect myself from you
just a nest
to erect against your tools
in protest
to detect whichever new
family crest
with its eyes of frosty blue
may request
that my life be over soon
never rest
let the light enshrine the moon
my behest:
let all thought rest until noon
when it’s best
wrap the moth in a cocoon
then just test
play peer gynt with a bassoon
all adults in red balloons
lay low during the monsoon
let me guess
it will all be over soon