Flowetry In Motion

These words seep out of the thin midnight and early morning cracks of time in my life. Every day these words release me. Hopefully they do something exciting for you as well.

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Friday, March 24, 2006

Go and Do

To go and to do
has always tried to
push through
to you.

Life is waiting.

The lesson
of movement
involvement
of love
meant
so much to you,
to go and to do.

Life is calling.

To sit and to think
is all good and well
sit long and you'll stink
or go strait to hell.

Life is moving.

The moon and the sun
your heart, everyone
shouts out your cue
to go and to do.

Kendall Messner 06

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Cooked

We work our souls over
like potential dough.

No,
not the money kind
the inner mind
emotions
fuel the motions
reason gets a grip
squeezes, blends
and sends
into
The Crisis Oven.

Will I rise
or fall?
Do nothing at
all?
Burst into
flame?

Have a gooey middle?
Taste like dog piddle?

Who cares?

Making bad bread is
better
than none at all.

Kendall Messner 06

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Grandmother Universe

Coin lust ruins
scatter desolate
rust laden cock and
barrel reminder.
What's past past is past.

For future fathers farther
down desperate doorway
to timidly turn
humbly heal
kneel
and realize.

Lust is folly,
Folly is something
all else is nothing
lust is good.

Need stone fingers
four peaks
a square dismantled.

Lost wind gives birth
to whirling nothing
gutted backed ruins howl
abandoned empty.
Loneliness echo's
manifestations striking
rich
useless thoughts
revealed through dust
whispers.

Life is an intrusive
afterthought,
a taunting oasis,
fragile.
Could be sucked dry
in the brittle snap
of a bone, a gun,
a dream.

-Kendall Messner 2006

Monday, March 20, 2006

Tossed

Like a paper plane
folded from
a spiral bound
sheet
in a notebook
used for laughing
at the
world.

An incomplete thought
scribbled across the
top
serves as a
racing stripe.

I'm thinking and flying.
launched
will land
enjoying the rush of
air as I
reach for peace.

Kendall Messner '06

Friday, March 17, 2006

*** * *** ** * *********

The pearl nose piece
glowed in the moonlight.
Dicky Death-Breath
shifted his infinity ridden
gaze to
Franny Humpsalot's
shapely bust and
butt,
undressing her in a
cool wave of
indifference.

-Kendall Messner '06

*** *** **** **** ***

Screams of switchblade
tulips
echo across stone
jungle
flint and steel
cutting meat.

-Kendall Messner '06

Consumption Unit

I, He, She, We
Me.
7.
13.
22.
50.
History.
-Kendall Messner '06

**** *** **** **** ****

Goddess of the green
living on a rock
licking at the moss
directing river talk.

-Kendall Messner '06

****** ****** ******

We are like a recipe called
"a person"
each of us has the same ingredients
just different amounts.


Kendall Messner '06

Hitching

Last Greyhound
glazes HWY 99 over.

Wet rustle of yet to
be fallen leaves within
swollen stomaches.

The texture of lumberjack
loogies
The swerve of angry answers
to my questioning thumb.

No More.

I am moved
I am focussed.

These moments are sizzling as the laminator
rolls it's hot press
over my memory.

-Kendall Messner '06

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