Both These


take ownership of space

it’s all that can be had.

own place and position

take it

and tell time

the ride was worth every dime.

fortune

is lowered sip by sip

till the white bottom shows

again

justice

refills itself

and destiny

is the table

supporting both these cups.

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Relying On


Relying on no entrance

thought becomes

is

and therefore

thinks for itself

 

Processing an exit

as continuity

 

Fearing its own disjoint

as the essence

of death

 

Which also has no reliance.

Common Era


Trees held without

a sigh

since the beginning

what the columns

of Heracles

have only begun

to do

but ask to become legend

And furthermore to take

from Atlas

his strain.

* * *

Perseus, Jason and Argonauts

were the first guerillas

put to labor

for wanting what was

justly due.

* * *

Gods no longer

mingle with humanity

fear of losing thrones

splitting inheritance

was too much

and even Jehovah

is a floating

trilemma

since the start

of this common era.

New Work at Queen Mob’s Teahouse


New Work is up at Queen Mob’s Teahouse

Expand

. . .

how did we grow up into this place?
what trades landed us here?

I was busy being a bookmark earlier, stuck in the middle of the story. I was a paperweight trying to keep the plot pinned down. I was not made for conversation. or I was but I lost my destiny getting here.

. . .

http://queenmobs.com/2015/10/poem-kenyatta-jean-paul-garcia/

Part That Was Left


The part that was left in mirror

was still young

Without the mist of the hills

which tells grass

grow or rot

Without the sun

which darkens,

burns,

makes cells multiply

to disastrous consequence

Without the moon

which is so needy

it pulls and pulls

water from sea

and blood from womb

Without the words

which were replaced

by steam

of shower.

Now Available: Playing Dead


Now Available for Kindle

Playing Dead

an epic poem
playingdead

For Another


the go-getter of emotions

the one with the team spirit

to rise to all-star status

and show others

how it’s done

living through joys and indifference

and yet not so simply sad.

*

complexity grows, fluctuates

and frightens other passing moods

into immobile states

before losing

energy for another.