Tag Archives: Mickey Mouse

Space Mountain

What a beautiful place, space. Infinite
possibilities for so many good memories,
and to plunge at rocket speed
through the Vincent van Gogh night on a ride
made by a cartoon mouse creator is
as insane as it sounds. So I guess this
is the alternate universe where a
man and his drawing hand can rule the world
even after death, but speeding through this
fabricated eternity chamber
is the greatest inspiration, and not
to write, or to Live Life, but to be fine
with whatever comes later: Paradise,
darkness, full color reincarnation…

Secrets Have Pulses

Secrets have pulses, and most of them brains.
They know when to leave us and when to remain.
They plot and conspire; it runs in their veins.
Secrets have pulses, and most are insane.

Secrets have pulses, and most of them teeth.
They bite through excuses like wolves do through beef.
They long to be sharpened, swords short in their sheaths.
Secrets have pulses, and most are fed grief.

Secrets have pulses, and most of them heart.
They beat for release from the cage where they’re caught.
They bleed, but bleed slowly, like jam from a tart.
Secrets have pulses, and most are distraught.

Secrets have pulses, and most of them brawn.
They never much care if they’re right or they’re wrong.
They gather like soldiers awaiting the dawn
knowing secrets aren’t usually secret for long.