Murmurations
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Visitations
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Crawl
To your wraiths of darkened laughter. Night, three hours old, Sucks on newborn fluids and Calls to an open window. Do Not Violate The violent arm that snatches you From your cradle, Only to be new born. Wonder why There are no streetlights, And smiles gleam imperceptibly With songs of lengthy alibi. I haven’t thought of this fear Or without, since I don’t know when Or sometimes why. 9/13/88 Clouds erase
Petulant eyes. Days and hands Tremble colorless, Now that sky Has flown. 9/6/1988 Behind a dumpster,
Weep for winos, Milking brown bags from the Mission With sullen smiles for narcoleptics On backhoes beside Meeker Market, While wiping up pity With a white, wilted napkin from Chez Mollet. Each of every bad boy seems Focused for to come down. His intentions gargle like misbehaved fountains, Fighting the wind. Puking with rage. All the world’s a stage. So now, Our teachers stretch, Marginally uncomfortable, With an eye towards recess And plod silently Beside one another’s Bedsores, Burnished with Bactine And Benzadrine bought Behind Meeker Market. 2/12/2000 Magnetic North.
Pull and put forth. The reason you called, We can’t have it all. Up and we go. Downward and fro. Dark and mysterious. Cold and internal. The South Seems infernal, Baked and empty, Wide vistas aplenty. I’ve had this vision. Seems safe and sound. Return to high ground, Aloof and aloft. While spreading my arms, Look out to the farms. Updraft on the valley. Jet stream over Cali. It seems there are options, Hopeful concoctions. Answers to riddles That shift life a little. I want to believe The cards up my sleeve Provide me at last, A providential path. 5/18/22 We wait At the gate Of our fallen, Fractured fate. We cry At the whys. Of our bloated Buoyant lies. We seek What we want. Another house To dwell and haunt. We hope For simple truth, Now buried, Long in tooth. We find Out of mind, Afraid to reconcile Why we’re blind. We care Savoir faire A gust of wind Through our hair We lie While we try Walking backwards As time goes by 4/30/23 Wedding band
Wanna bet? Hired hand Fishing net Lure and fly Questions why Understood Just as good Why oh where? What’s with your hair? Thinly wisps. Won't stay in clips. Falling down Frowzy frown Take a look. Fish on a hook Sharpened talon Edgar Allen Candle light Bed bug bite Catchers can Maryanne Fly red eye Ugly cry Tooth and nail Tattered veil Early flight Wave good night Sing and praise Awake for days Honor bright Wish I might Hang around. Duty bound. Hop the next bus Out of town. 11/7/20 Wide and wondrous.
Dry and thunderous. Sky circumference. My quiet utterance, Small in relation. Shy veneration, Without an equation, Observed from my station. Life all around, Creasing the ground. Night brings the sound. None lost or yet found. A moth flaps and flutters. Follows maps, same as others. A convergence of mothers Smeared across light like butter. In my car I am dreaming. The star shine revealing. Dark howling and heaving. A snake writhing and peeling, Once more down the road. Her breathing has slowed. She follows ahead And dares me to tread. Our breaths tween us held, As paths come to meld. Outstretched on death’s bed, Floating over instead. 4/8/21 Spiny hurdle
Blue crepe myrtle Contained and captured, Grabbing girdle. Existential Elemental Value judgement, Consequential. Royal flush Crowded hush Take your chances, Picking’s lush. Omnipresent Opalescent Hectoramous Cry incessant Wake up screaming, Headlight’s beaming. Took a wrong turn In my dreaming. Self confession. What's the question? Focus shifted, Clear concession. Sit here sobbing. Write and robbing. Blindly, mindly Apple bobbing. 8/18/21 Wasp nest
Out West. In fest Wishes Best, Sting abatement. Call indictment. In the ring, Crowd excitement. Where have they gone? Ties once thought strong. Alright, now wrong. Confetti paper all along. I think today, Not much to say. Come out and play. Don’t run away. But run they have. No balm or salve Can ease the burn Of how things turn. Tough in mind. A quiet time. Caress the feel Of what's now real. Old friend, old friend. Hope can't amend. At least remember Beginning’s end. 2/8/24 |
