I'm not good with titles OKAY? And I copy/pasted so the format color is WONKY.

Navy Colonel Ken

carving away at me; in tension

these

limestone automatons

standing on the shoulders of giant jade amazons

and

a kindling pine box

engulfed with a whisper

light pulsing peerlessly in ever-existent night

Like a lavish daffodil dancer

weaving amber scarves

then

when it dies, there is dawn; and violet horizons

and I am

beckoning for but a breeze; flush gusts

to waft over weather-worn skin

just to remind it - of it

from within

I don't need college for this shit, but I'll go anyway

Orange with a hollow interior

Collecting precious, trickeling dew-drops

Tangled dandelion neighbors, soaring black birds

and stationary s~tra~~tus c~lou~~ds from the ocean's foil

sharing this moment; the fruit refilling

Blahh.

BLAHHHHH BLEGH
BLGGGGGEEGGGHHHHH BLGE DRUGS
BLELEEBLLLEGHHHHHHHHHHH LETS
BLLEGHHHHH BLEGH BLEGH LBLEAF
BLLAAHHHHHHHHHHHHB BLAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
BLAH BLAH BLBLBLALALALALALALALAL DRUGS

Die? No, cubes. (Gonna need editing)

2012

Die cast, on dust
On dust? On dust; on a chalkboard
Displaces layers... of dust
Mushrooming into a cloud
Gathering around on the ground

Anti-anti-gravity
Keeps die from drifting, keeps die from flying
Keeps die from sifting, keeps die from sighing
Dice; lifting and prying

No divots; actually, just a cube
There are pictures, though; signs
No one can read them, yet everyone tries
We feel the color; fragance for sight

Dust, we can read the dust
No one reads the dust
No one reads dust

What am I even wondering?

2011

Chiseled chess-chosen chases
Chill chambers checker changes

Mystified mages mold mists
Masking most mirrored minutes

Parachutes parry perils
Paradox pairs parallels

Inspired by Dota 2

2011

Meta adapts; sage-shapen stadiums
Occupants; rage-laden craniums
We all collapsed; structural support could not carry
The un-bearing gravity - too much

Shared in our depravity we gather
In the pool where we were pushed
Can they be coerced to swim these laps?
Or will they just submerge and relapse?
Time will duly decide

Playing Catch with the Sun

2011

The siphoning light subtly and suddenly flickers; instinctive magics
Potent in presence as it pressures my visage
But vigilance verifies visions; harmonious collisions

Shadows meet mirrors echoing eclipses, etching dawn
On a violet clay vase filled with earths of reflection
Where vivid gecko-green stems sprout, revealing rate of flowery transition
Planted in planetary positions as to not disrupt Pluto's gravity

Combining these post-perceptions, I learn rules of the barking sun