Seed

The waste of sunset
billows through the mind
insatiable, because i fed my child to the television today
the animal rights people have decided to cross over
they are eating hay on my doorstep and shouting
sesame street! and clifford, you bitch...
but I have lost my remote
and the feeling of static soothes me

And the rest
Winter

an empty chair beside the ocean
lulling the seastars to break
from their toil of understanding the sky
overstating (me)
beneath the moon, another form of control
the pearl becomes a reflection, an icon
inside your mouth, another place of rest
while the stars break upon the the sky
filled with jealous rage, for you see
they cannot be empty