Silent Potential

Dirt path yellow flowers
Kids collect plastic bottles, cardboard treasures
Slow day in a universe of unlimited potential

Energies
Enter stone zone
Machines, transport, street food sellers, balloons

A HA
Black and orange butterfly lifts into air from stagnant water
 
Composure present grounded with music curious eyes
Pregnant pigments
 
Joker card discovered in market dust
Pocket talisman
 
Little red house over yonder
PSP music echoes laughter

Razor blade in water coagulates light
Two dogs sleep in sultry shade

Old woman with broken teeth curls into hammock
Destined to be

Silent

Red dusty 2x4 entrance planks
small ditch
Littered with plastic bags bottles and shy language
Acquisition

Curious kids ask what is your name?
Sky

Less Is More

Part 2.

Mr. ON, a Chinese teacher, speaks to his English class
at Pineapple Appliance Factory #8...

Some of you clever cunning ones may use English skills to escape this dystopian existence.
Get out there.
Take risks.
Embrace uncertainty.

Daring is not fatal. Have more sex.
Wear a condom in the rain.
Make friends.
Create art.
Play with children.
Never grow old or up.

Stay 9 forever.
Erase your shadow.
Write a poem.
Draw in a creative notebook.
Take a line for a walk.

Play a cello in a cemetery.
Dig your grave and see if it fits.
Water rose thorns with tears.
Drum dirt.
Cultivate bamboo.

Release wolves into the wild blue yonder.
Dream big.
Shave your head.
Get your ears cleaned.
Weave ikat on the loom of time.

Expand your comfort zone.
Practice Zazen meditation for three centuries, three years, three months, three days and three breaths.

Lean against nothing.
Make a sandwich with baboons.

Discover a sharp utilitarian knife in an Ankara display case.

Operate The Dream Sweeper Machine in Hanoi and beyond wild.
Explore jungles with Leo the King of Cannibals.
Kill your father and marry your mother.
Fly free with Winter Hawk.

Travel a lonely planet gifting luck to strangers
as an aberration of their psychological
insecure projections

and defense mechanisms
based on their imaginary expectations
of greed garnished with kindness.

Security is an illusion.
Everything you know is a lie.
Everything is permitted.
I am an assassin in drag.

The Language Company

Simple Voice

After a reliable narrator

established a voice

geography, atmosphere, tone, conflict and cinematic jump cut action

employing minimum wage universal themes

like time, boredom, passion, loneliness and alienation

in an unforgiving universe of meaningless existence

with humor and curiosity holding hands

casting characters like plot

dragging others around

chained to their personality defects and character flaws

wearing original death masks

surrounded by distracted

simple, noisy, gadget addicted

compassionate illiterate peasants

in a play waiting for Godot

no one shows up

nothing happens

writing with a Mont Blanc 149 fountain pen

using Royal Blue invisible ink

on blank parchment

was pure luminous joy

Yangon, Burma

Path

Meditation breath
Kindness
Diamond mind wisdom

Women lay out golden chains
Men yak in phones
Gleaming significance weighs potential

rubies, sapphires

Glittering like a million stars

Path leads past mannequins
Wearing fashionable silent plastic splendor

facsimiles of prayers flow from a woman's mouth

Answer stirs ice

formless form

Shy beyond description
    a girl weighs lettuce hills
    cucumbers whisper adjustments
    cell phone eliminates an old man's loneliness
   a sharp hatchet congratulates bloody meat
   a woman stabs ice memories

Ice coffee is bitter sweet my sweet
Hammock infant swings high/low
Contemplating an old woman
Stepping through puddles carrying a plastic bag

two tomatoes, mushrooms, onions, daily bread

Eye contact dissolves in the wake up

Flower Moon

Dancing in
A net of light

Singing red ink
I am learning how to walk
Zen meditation

Khmer woman in wheelchair
Dances her smile
Extends worn plastic basket
Grateful for .50
ageless face
Her smile a fragrance

Beauty remembers gratitude

Facial treatment waxes poetic
Edges of bi-lingual tongues speak calligraphy

Older now a Khmer woman
Still carries a bathroom weight scale
Around Siem Reap

Hoping someone will

Step on it

Exchanging weight data for Real notes

Strangers destined to die
Confront their deepest fears
At the intersection of Courage & Creativity