Murmurations
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Visitations
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I’d forgotten:
The feel of cotton; Johnny Rotten; Moraga; Lawton; Sear Sucker; Apple Pucker; Marshall Tucker; Mother Trucker; Open stanza; Mario Lanza; Chevy Monza; Easter; Kwanzaa; Leaping lemmings; Peter Jennings; Douglass Hennings; Seventh innings. Fashion vandals; Socks and sandals; Mustache handles; Tony Randall. While I stir and simmer This chicken dinner, What's out is inner. We’re all winners. Step by step, A chanting pep. Each page a rep. Like it. Yep 7/9/21 Beckon
Wreckage reckon Couched confession Camouflaged lesson Suit yourself Upon the sill or shelf. Half-hearted, workshop elf Jingle jangling little pelf. Windy, windy echo Never, never let go. Whistling hearted, lonely Tunes if you had only. Only what you had. Memories now make you sad. Mirror facets catch the light. Words you left that don’t seem right. Oblong thoughts, Stretched from pulling. Sharp bon mots, Rusted, dulling. My heart, tattooed On a bicep sleeve, Reserved for magic Tricky thieves. So long it’s been, Since was the day. Once black and white Now charades of grey. 7/7/21 When, with wonder,
Dreams go under, Scattered ashes Cuts and gashes. Shiny winning Just second inning Curly cadence Lovely fragrance I was once In bed with cunts Bright back stabbers Vipers, adders Alone Aloha Away with bruha Ride with vela Com’e bella Better this way? Who can say? Without the drama Mountain Mama Meditation Calm sensation Quiet moment Pain atonement Got this far Who we are Going further Toward a murmer 7/5/21 Starting to show
Rain and light snow. Way that things go, I know what I know. What if then, when They see me again, We can’t pretend A rooster’s a hen. Bright shiny North, After what I’ve put forth. What all was it worth? My shadow on earth. Walk down to the bay. Every judgement day As they do have a way That makes trouble ok. On wobbly two feet, I stumble the street. Trying humbly, discrete, While I just can’t compete. Wringing my hands. Living up to demands. For that which it stands, Time falling in sand. Right here in the sun, What have I done? The race that I run Has always begun. 6/23/21 What I am:
Yes ma'am. Green eggs and ham; Half a damn. Once a stranger: Rude, roaming ranger; Cheap channel changer; Dancing with danger. Yet never knowing Where I was going. Juices kept flowing. Moths flap round bulbs glowing. Swirling through cesspool. Keeping my cool. Scooby lunchbox from school, Glass thermos, my jewel. Sun, it says yes. Moons reassess. Ripped up restlessness. Turn toward success. Sail at full mast. Feet forward fast. Time holds its’ glass. This too shall pass. Flywheel keeps spinning Pistons pulse pumping Cranking and pushing Big Wheels keep humming 6/22/21 Onion peeling
Anxious feeling Friends revealing Waxy sealing Ever tangle Jingle jangle Keys that dangle Work hands mangled I lament this Achy separateness Tight regret fist Slow goodbye kiss Drift away From Memory Bay Can’t seem to say What fears allay A prickly sting A fraying string A papery wing A hollow ring No one listens Speakers hissing Something's missing The craft is christened. So long, your cruise. It’s what you choose, Then lit the fuse To a purple bruise. 6/18/21 Ok ok
How does it go? I sit here at This lake. It’s Clear. We are forecast to bake In late summer heat. For goodness’ sake, The view’s complete. Occasional vessel For ski or fish, Right through the middle, Speedboat swish. Speakers blaring. Engine rumble scaring Fly and fowl. Save the owl, Who knows better. A real go getter, Dancing after dinner. Sleeping through the day, While we run and pitter play. Twisted limbs To tangle in the briar Bramble’s ankle. But I digress. I’d rather ramble And squeeze this view Intact and placid. Without a thought of acid Or oil, that pollutes The juicy fruit of thought And prayer of those Who care for subtle grace, Now cooking In my crispy face. 8/29/20 To the rafters
Ever after Heart of laughter Slave to master Dream of dinner Kith and kinner Salvage sinner Ticket winner Nice and easy Brisk and breezy Cheap and cheesy Stomach queasy Drenched in fabric Poached in hubris Benched in tragic Coached in magic Devil’s handsome Leper’s loathsome When we had some, It felt wholesome Could be better Bedbug wetter Tearful letter Take a sweater Do or Diner Dusty miner Nothing finer Wordy whiner 6/4/21 In the distance,
Plaintive instance. Ties unmooring, Wailing, warring. Empty echo Roman, Greco. Calling danger, Falling, stranger. Shoulder low. Push and tow. Row to hoe. Seeds to grow. Ways to go, I don’t know. Honest hope, Pulling rope, Puzzle pieces. Nephews, nieces, New life leases. Off you go. Past can’t measure, Buried treasure. Work with pleasure. Savor leisure. I should talk, Squall and squawk. Once was mine, Now refined. Reinvented, Represented, Claimed from storage, Resurrected. Looking forward, New hope purpose. Grass grows green And greets the surface. 5/22/21 Honorary
Sedentary Silent solace Apothecary Nightly novice Never nuisance Nancy nonsense New translucence Hey however Light endeavor Lowly, clever, High forever. Lovely landscape, Open view. Preening primate Copies you. Relax and roil In sandy soil. Strike and coil Bathe then boil. Exaltation Fascinate. Exasperation Contemplate 6/7/21 Ratchet Ford Rachel
Fingering a facial Couldn’t rightly cut it, So I bring her a bucket. Lying in the grass, Sunburnt, flabby ass, Flipping pages briskly. Frisky little kitty. Rear View Mirror Sara. Black eye, cat mascara. Honk it if you’re horny. Dumbass bitch ain’t sorry. I’d be just the same. Play her little game. Hundred dollar nightly. Small town Aphrodite. Honestly, I’m wheezing. Laughing at the sleazing. Turned up noses holler. Baby got a dollar. Following the flavor, Tuna fish they savor. Catting down the alley To see Good Evening Sally. Titty Twister Tamra. Quick, go get your camera. Running through casinos, Baby Blanket Bingo. Shave its’ rusty belly. Sailor Razor Ellie. Pall Mall’s at the drive-in. Jive-Ass Jill keeps jivin. Sshhh.. the movie’s startin Oh, I beg your pardon 11/2/20 Etch a Sketch
Yonder fetch Freedom plane Pray for rain Now that we need This other train Of thought That brought another line that caught me, by and by To wonder Why and seek My senses, Weak past tenses. Hopping fences. Through the afterlife, No struggle/strife Just curious dancing Husband/wife. Ain’t she perty? That which cares For barns and fairs An allegory/wanton story. Now comes the part Where I begin to start Some new perception And way to go Bout what I know Rather than what pops My brain With soft refrain. (automatics) |
