Murmurations
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Visitations
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Rearranger, Looking through me Without danger. Aisle twenty, Thieving plenty. Candy envy, Every penny. Awkward teller, Happy feller. Broken toys Down in the cellar. Exaltation Recreation Consecration Reprobation Walking taller, Square dance caller. Creeper crawler, Every dollar. Orphaned widow. Cheer up, kiddo. Dry your pillow. Pull the plow Here and now, In the row. Crusty muddy. Told you so. 4/4/21
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Artists' anguish.
Chips and sandwich. Shiny prize. Thoughts realized. Focus fallow, Irreverent, callow. Wants seem shallow, Obvious and dated. What you once hated, Now collides you. Time abides you. Is it foolish? Or maybe ghoulish To feast on carcass. Leftover darkness Holds little black. Another track is truer. You thought you knew her, But she held back. So follow forward. If then, it’s your word Against old versions, Friendship perversions Can now be shed. The will’s been read. You gets the dishes. Those unkept wishes Come with me now. Maybe I can, somehow, Bring to fruition From what once was. This New Edition. 11/24/20 At first light,
Sweet appetite. Future's calling. Breath appalling. Twilight reaches Waves on beaches. Fluff the pillow. Your bending willow Wants to break. Nature’s mistake. Why she weeps. Into river creeps, Hoping you'll notice The wading water lotus, Born from sorrow. Always tomorrow To make the difference. Just one more instance Of being needy For characters seedy And hardened over. As a four leaf clover Waits for its’ wisher, Whose heart, a fissure, Has carved its’ hope. Send down a rope. You know we need it. These fields are weeded. Search for your seedling. Just like a bee sting Makes you feel special, It’s warmth a petal Across your hearts' threshold. 11/22/20 Hot in Plastic
Stretched elastic Fire the weapon Film at eleven Oily inversion Juicy perversion Keeps them taut Attention caught Nightly vision Moist incision Vectors raging Nectar staging You know they want it So go get on it Arching backward Shiny blackbird Carved, incised Vortex pulling Barbed surprise Cortex culling Inverse knowing Tension growing Catch the flicker Devil licker Eyes derive Hungry knives Grasp their gazes Heat from blazes Stoke the candle You can handle Work so drastic Hot in Plastic 11/19/20 Scabrous manner
Nail and hammer Thick as thieves Tattooed sleeves Outer bombast Nightly telecast Eat your inner T.V. dinner, Self embroiled On lower levels. Frayed and coiled Thoughts disheveled. Wear your walking canes While pulling reins, To half baked schemes Of tethered dreams, So you won’t scream When they let go. We got you, so Mind your toes Falling to affliction And false benediction That prompts your conscience, Wholly. Holy Moly, This should taste good. Imported food That passed inspection. Your bold affection Will find truth calling. For now, quit bawling And have some seconds. This heart that beckons, An orphaned satellite, Roams an orbit stall In twinkling neon night Beyond a wailing wall 11/14/20 Red Catholic cardigan
Folded over sturdy desk. Raining on and off again. Hurtling past a restlessness. Scented air of sea and spray. Gull wings flapping livelong day. Rosy ring around the steeple Lighting on us little people. Tapping on the unbent minds. Ripening green melon rinds Tossed to birds out in churchyard. Math infractions way too hard. Packing paper, parceled book. Did my homework. Have a look. Why they always seem more smarter? Essay questions getting harder. Down at homeroom gym assembly, Podium pantsuit teacher sends me For a special AV function. Cosy coatroom court injunction. Now I run the spinning reel. Flickering frames of how I feel Important and somewhat worthwhile. Inside me there’s a winning smile. Much like yours, sideways, so shyly. Wisecracks pop, but don’t get by me. Lit by Shirley’s “Lottery”, I can see you Miss McGee. 11/15/20 On vacation,
This generation Flashing cameras. Look how glamorous. You wish you Were here. Me too. Our lives to envy. No need assembly. Out of the box, Party hats and frocks. The world, ideal. Not sure what’s real From screen or window. Cheap life memento. And those out in it, How'd they get it? Photobombing rodeo? Corner store cornholio? Shiny car, I want it. Cellphone star, you got it. Scratch for instant winning. No need for second inning. This game keeps going round. Get lost and then get found. Let’s go find some trouble. Nothin to lose, ‘cept double. Nobody gonna HELP US. They’re dreaming in Excelsis. Selfish me and selfish you Pod of peas in superglue. Mind your side, stay off of mine. After taste of something fine. 11/10/20 Calmly falling
Seabird calling Sounds that travel Tires on gravel Sweetest temper Echo, ember, Mild, ferocious, A bit precocious. Oily extract Splotch of Rorschach Infestation Undulation Tired and yappy Neighbors, crappy Barking constant, Petty argument. Who you kidding? Can’t rape the willing. Fondle folding Cards you’re holding. Close to crafty Players, nasty. Sliding sideways, Instant replays. Minds rewarding Deposits hoarding. Tiny tangles Left right angles. Thread the needle. Nag and wheedle. Find the wet spot. Expect the onslaught. Crack the code Polyps, node. Price, I'm told, Billy owed. 11/8/20 Epilogue.
You strenuous hog, You whisky witch, Scissor ditch Times twelve. Even elves That sink and swim On a Keebler whim, Will do What you won’t Expect. Genuflect And bow to the altar. Though never falter When thinking of sin. It makes for a win From what we Thought we had. Are you sad? Underling That jumps and sways, Please count the days When I mistook A gurgling brook For something clean, All for its’ sheen And shiny sparkle. Then I became a marble Or an aggie, That knocked you From the ring. My sullen thing, Think again And hold the wing Of hope And mild joy. It’s not a toy Or something bent, But meant to sleep In a living bosom And warm embrace. Your golden face And eyes of hosts With silver chalice. There once was an Alice And middle Jan, Who really was an also ran To rue the day They went off to play And lost the plans For the less amusement park Till almost certain Cincinnati dark. Now your voice, Divine, I wish was also Mine. (automatics) 9/1/20 Wasp paper nest
Rapid infest. Indifferent, low interest. Under eave recessed. Stinging abatement. Calling indictment. Repeatedly ringing. The crowded excitement. Where have we gone? Ties once thought strong, Allay all along. Alright with the wrong. I think so today. Not much have to say. Won't come out and play. Please don't run away. But run off they have. No balm or cool salve Can ease the slow burn. The way that things turn Around in my mind, I'm combing the time. Caressing the feel. This heart’s skin appeal. Wounds that still fester, Diffuse signal tester. A sparking arrestor To fledge empty nester. Old friend, Old friend Around the bend It’s time to tend. Beginning's end. 10/12/23 Potter’s Field.
Spinning wheel. Once or twice Could be nice, Or not. What never ends Falls between The Hippocrene And olive branch. Bending, Broken Arrow Ranch. Isis, my dear, Save your mascara tears. We’re in arrears And up to our necks. What the heck? Why so shy And circumspect? Where’s this going? Thoughts Worth knowing Daily need gnawing Instead of knock and pawing At the door and gate. Then told to wait And wonder. Remain asunder. Invite them in To table. Take a seat. Pull up a plate. Pass around. Not lost, yet found. Dig right in And down the hatch. Throw and catch; Swirl and spit; Rinse, repeat. It’s time to eat, Before it’s too late And in a ditch You’re lying. Bait and switch. On all fours, Behind closed doors, Wondering which Thoughts are yours. (automatics) 9/4/20 Foxfire
Guide wire Ever higher Deep desire Nada bliss Think of this Ermine hair Savoir faire Idaho You don’t know Why we go To and fro I declare, What’s under there? Who should care If I croak, Rum & coke, Off the wagon. See what happens To those that fall? Hear the call of underlings Saying things That have no meaning, Without care, Yet debonaire On a raft In the aftermath, Taking swings. Seeing things That others don’t. Get your coat, We’re leaving. I’ve had enough Powder puff, Junior fluff Ajar agenda. Let’s call Brenda. Her thoughts on par With Tiny Tots And middle school. You know the rule: Don’t be a fool To think others wise, When other guys Know what to say. If you’ve laid an egg, And hatched it right, It’s Dynamite. But instead, This dribbling piss Of thoughts, Half baked. Please stick to cake And muffins, Gingerbread From your little head. I don’t knead To know Your mental dough Or Oreo afterglow. There now, That’s said. I can go to bed And rest in peace With my valise Of care, I keep locked up In there, To disturb No one Save, my father’s Son. (automatics) 8/31/20 Sit back
Shocked wife, Drowned man, Hulking soldier Now sightless. Sit back and Examine your debt, Whatever it was. Behind graves In drunken peril, Ourselves, Foolish Sheets of polished Marble. Words, Bird’s inscription, Railcar scrawl. Look towards Venus Then dart towards Ribbon of highway. Shepards advance; Soldiers stampede; Tense and discolored To call their flock Home. From the open ceiling Trickles damp language Where daddy waits with A story Worry not, Sleep ascends 9/21/88 |
