Murmurations
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Visitations
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Like the blade
Of a curse, Through the lines of an elegant hearse. Eye contact made, Like the clasp of a purse. A bracelet’s cool jade. White shoes of a nurse. Like a song To a brush-tangled Moment's Electric pink rush. Slice through the current. Finger the nerve. Tickle the tonsil. Grab your deserve. Ask it, you’ll get it. Take what you want. No use for the tepid Shallow pool jaunt. The end doesn’t matter. Never a quitter. Put on the man pants Or sassy song fan dance. Do what you will. Say what they won’t. Life is a thrill, But not if you don’t. Home
Moonbeam Deep dream What seems clear, Sometimes isn’t, Here. An inner ear, Balancing this moment, An oscillating wave, While looking for A shaft of light With shadow deep Ochre grey. Fading a way Through the night Of blackest white. Wish I may, Wish I might Find the path Through the grass. In the weeds, Scattered seeds Heading home To the door. A place to lie On the floor. That I could see Brightly more In the dark Across the shore Laundry
Air speckled nervous, As Seen On T.V. Your look is curious And bewitching me. Of what we've built and what we haul, Do what thou wilt To you and all This posture posing, panty purpose That seeks to con and then usurp us. A cotton candy, pony circus For a sofa novice Of rumor scurrilous. Shake the show Out of the curtains. Shine your shoes And state your purpose. Pine for plenty, Pure and lethal. Peel pernicious. Soak the dishes, Caked with zeal. Holding hope For one last meal Before the rope. A tender moment, Notwithstanding, Damp and hung with Hair-shirt blanket Piercing light Quasar Speeding pulse radar Reenforced rebar High impact Halar Cry, if you must. Ashes to dust Alloys to rust Hopeful non-plussed. Once we were laughing, Unexpectedly loving. Longingly leering, Listening not hearing. Today, I sit hoping, Twisting and coping. Tomorrow, I’m flying. Enough with relying On luck and bad timing. Time to start chiming. My bell, ringing, clanging Clapper clang banging. Longest time coming, Skipping not running Through hoops Held by twister Mrs. and Mr. Hear motor running, Singing and humming Through thin atmospheric Empirical lyric Attention Attention.
Another Dimension Asunder Ascension A Willful Pretension An Honorable Mention A Vague Apprehension A Half-assed Intention A Deep Genuflection A woeful cat calling A migrant bird stalling A dusty bear mauling A Southern man y’alling Locked out in our footsteps, We're raconteur rejects. Concave then convex Sorrowful suspects All of our dreaming, Apprehensively seeming. Doting and deeming, Emoji and memeing Keeps us ensorcelled, Crusty crumb morseled, Blinded by pretty Numbing dull ditty. Into the ground, I dig and dig down To bury it deep Till I cant hear a peep. 11/11/21 An abandoned hobby horse
Fallen off his wooden course Without sign of moving source A reckoned roaming force In daylight wanders far At nighttime ponders star A field of grasses green Over yonder placid scene His only bother, flies That zip into his eyes Or maybe sometimes bite Yet whisky tail puts right Bush wild in Nevada I wish I’d had a camera Watching black colts kick And stomp the weeds so thick While the sky was ever blue The horizon took its’ cue From dreaming low and far Laid out before my car And I, just like the foal Let loose the moments’ role Having served unbridled time Draw every day sublime 11/13/21 Attention, Attention. A slight apprehension, A wearing ascension, A calm intervention Arising perplexion. Allowing affection. Earns a collection Of deep imperfection. Moments to swallow. Lies, that ring hollow, Feel funny tomorrow. They beg. Or yet, borrow On your conscience, In complex Convergence of convex and silencing reflex. Oh sorrowful suspects. Take this then with you: A brand new cute hairdo, A partytime peekaboo Capulet, Montague. Time is now running. Their counsel is cunning. Emotions are humming, Gold, greased from hot sunning. Now they then can see us, While we are waiting. Up high, like Zacchaeus On pensive parading. 11/10/21 Without, within
Headlights dim Smoke horizon, Not recognizing The fainting future On broken wing. The little things That keep us flapping, Memento tapping: Promise rings; Books of photos; Times we owe to Luck and hope; Risk and razor Thin reasons; Rotating seasons Until the past Climbs a mountain, A coin spattered fountain, Splashing fractal incisions, Sequence revisions, Simultaneous sensations, Longing elation. Loving equation, Compressed and folded: A desert skyline, Whose hills recline Into a sign, marking time 7/3/22 Strenuous struggle
Mucking through muddle, Beguile and Befuddle Tedious trouble. Watery waiting Truth violating Cretin creating Maliciously mating. This brambling purpose A serpentine circus Danes to usurp us And pin me to ground. I’ve searched and I’ve found Some of what’s missing: Cavernous kissing, Cackling and cussing. Forever I’m fussing And need to get clear. When treasures are near It all stops right here. In grinding these matters It just make me sadder. I try to get on, Peace of mind so hard won. While sometimes it’s fun, To search and to seek, My patience is ebbing My hope getting weak. |
