ebbortz

Sunday, November 27, 2011

earth note 161

as the spirit
becomes gray
like a veneer of coal dust
and the tired broken hills
attempt to regenerate
green
& a lapse of warmth
there are moves beneath
not to be ignored

in each dark day
a most bitter winter

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, Nov 28, 2011)

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

earth note 160

soggy leaves
are a welcome mat
with bare feet

--- e b bortz

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

navel gaze gets a bad rap...or maybe not

after all
it's the root
of everyone's sorry ass
ask your mom
listen to what
that navel says
it speaks you know
without a script
and if you really want
to be bold
start talking back
to it
you can even speak in tongues
it'll understand
any language
inner communication
is a two-way navel

second thought
maybe it is
the ultimate ego
bad-trip
self-absorption
that buries you
inside embryo mode
like an unwelcome
dependency
you can starve-out
the life juices
making the body & mind
a blob
a reactive pale

so if you slip
into the crater
navel disconnect
moist darkness
dry delusion
remember
there's always the primordial scream

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, Nov 20, 2011)

Sunday, November 13, 2011

your worth is infinite

and not negotiable
in your hand or breath
a bond
of another
with another
a transcendent link
abstract beyond the frame

let the hypotheses
collapse
in their own prison

a great rumble
from the ocean bed
is your heartbeat

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, Nov 17, 2011)

Friday, November 11, 2011

earth note 159

the rain runoff
cuts through the hills
exhumes the history
we've been ignoring

juiced-up broken bottles
disconnected car parts
lonely condoms
a desperate syringe or two

quiet river creeps
swallows without notice

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, Nov 14, 2011)

Sunday, November 06, 2011

earth note 158

the yellow ones
mix with the yellow lines
on the avenue
but of course
nothing is further from the truth
they have nothing in common

the brown ones
make a covering
that becomes the ground

the red ones shout

a few green ones
and the pines
look upward

a blue sky makes no promises

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, Nov 7, 2011)