Murmurations
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Visitations
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If you find me,
Don’t remind me. Take your baggage. Move on, kindly. This room still breaths After you leave. Windows crackle. Walls heave. Calm restored Along the boards. Light falls in. Darkness dims. I flail around. Pull up, Push down Wrangle inward. Make no sound. Enjoy it still. Calm my will. World spins wild The hiding child. Always wanting, Then it takes. With no interest In my aches. One day a shadow Won’t be here. Was it ever Never clear 6/5/21 Blue jewel
On the hand of a fool Catches your smile. Bright scar for awhile Beckons to hold you Squeeze you, enfold you. But no one else cares What you got there. Forlorn mirror gaze What questions you raise. What’s that which makes happy? Think quick. Make it snappy. My brain is a rattle; A barn full of cattle; A lonely foot soldier Once wounded in battle. So shake out the jams Innocent lambs, Misters and ma’ams Who don’t give a damn. Mommy still loves Her sweet little bubs. Like hand in a glove Tight fist of a nub. Nightie old night Don’t fuss and don’t fight. Wish may or it might Make everything right 6/23/21 You break ‘er/ You bought ‘er.
Devil’s daughter. Heaven's hotter. Wetter water. Scene transparent, Roguish, errant. Teacher/ Master. Vector/ Raster. Southern reject. Alabaster. Hapless, hectic, Dialectic. Henceforth, metric Millimeter. Gracious greeter. Gentle reader, Since you left us, And still request us To be present, Effervescent. When, I wonder, Since asunder, Do we matter Climbing ladders? A rooms' bee buzzing, Fidget, fussing, Hissing, cussing. Then stop motion with a Slap 1/26/22 Umbilical dream
A load bearing beam. A tailor may seem The most likely craftsman. A needless distraction To blanket the cuff. Since I’ve had enough, I’ll leave it to those Who’re able to pose And keep my tongue still. A cat on a sill Can watch and take note, Without opening her throat And alter the future. To zip and to suture The wounds that can mend Leaving fewer loose ends To snip and cut off. I clear and I cough To keep my lungs ready Incase there’s a steady Pelting of curses, Shiny coin purses Of dissonant reason. Tis always the Season To Carol pretension, Intent on ascension Above those in the choir. Higher and higher More lies on the fire. 11/16/21 Magnetic North.
Stay the course. Going forth. Field the Force. Grab the moment. Squeeze the minute. Clutch the Omen. Breathe within it. Rage the cage. Take the stage. Falling star. Wars to wage. Digging hooves. Pushing grooves. Smash the cart. Throw the dart Towards horizon. In this hour, Ion eyes Pulsing power. Timing zeal. Cries that squeal. Headed home, West of Rome. 2/6/22 Fiddle sticks
Get your kicks Dirty tricks Take your licks I require A tiny wire Motive higher Amplifier Now or never Clutching clever Pull the lever Risk endeavor Work the room Bride and groom Sonic boom Stench perfume By the door Sad and sore Nothing more No one for There goes another Trouble lover Apple pickin Mother brother Let’s retire Build a fire Clean our wounds Preach to the choir 3/5/21 A curly cadence;
A flirty fragrance; A cheap conveyance; A wrinkled radiance; A clear concession; A half confession; An odd obsession: Unanswered questions. Haughty hangups; Harmonious hookups; Impenetrable close-ups: Fastidious fuck-ups. In front porch light, I’m beaming. Telepathic night, I’m screaming. X-ray sight, I’m gleaming. The morning grass is steaming. The work we leave: unchanged. The luck I draw: unhinged. The itch I rake: relieved. The touch, itself, perceived. These patterns might repeat. Cars roll backward down the street. This creaking orbit knits one groove. One fall after another, Just another way to move. 11/8/21 Material witness.
Physical fitness. Grinding a purpose For something in focus. These come and they go, Like shadows in snow. Dance in the daylight. Trample through moonlight. I took what was given: A penchant for living; A ladder for loving; A letter worth earning. Then gave them every Thing that was heavy. And so with the lifting, Through sandboxes sifting. This playground alone. Past supper I roam, Downtown from my home, To hear streetlights buzzing. Fog arms bent on rusting. My conscience is crushing. Indifference disgusting. A neighborhood hushing. I’ll be a good boy. Return all your toys. Lay low in my sleep. This soul I will keep. 11/8/21 Tiger’s eye.
Don’t know why. Look for answers, Signs of Cancer. Found some growing. Your slip is showing. Bang a drum. See who runs To your tantrum. A floating phantom Hovers near. Let’s be clear. Attention antics, Prickly tactics (Tiny, tactile, Pointy, fractal) Brought you here, Aloft with purpose. What makes me nervous, When to leave. Yellow maples Know their timing. Falling shadows Pantomiming. Bending branches, Broken rhyming. Escalators, Social climbing. 3/1/21 Reason Being. Sights for Seeing. The view imbibed. A toast transcribed With wisdom. Some small comfort. A truth worth telling. Got your number. A plan for selling. What some might question. What’s the point? Some oils anoint And some for cooking. Inward looking. Outward blessing. All wounds need dressing. So too these greens. As benediction bleeds From gracious host. More than most would care. It’s sunny, So let’s share. Pain is funny It doesn’t spare contrition. "Peace Be With You. And For Me Too." I shout to the skies. Then all the wonder, Wheres and whys Roar like thunder In their replies. 11/28/21 Upsy daisy.
Feeling lazy, Loose and loopy. Eyelids droopy. Still a moment. Crunchy minute. Pay to own it. Task infinite. Like this rambling, Fragment gambling Amounts to nothing, Blunder bluffing. Each page a step, A stumbled rep An exercise foreboding. Precious cargo unloading. Need not carry weight Nor fret that it’s too late To ring the bell at the door And be welcomed to the floor. The last-call harlequin, Through the exit going in. For perhaps a moment’s chance That his words may have a dance. Just a moment. Just a minute To be dropped Down well, Within it 9/7/21 In the distance,
A single instance. In the fore, Many more. Merge the questions. Achey lessons, Comprehensions. Not to mention Tight frustrations, Complex Equations, Disappointments, Dry anointments. So much gravel In my shoe. Going forward. Pushing through. Grinding steps. Mortar, pestle. Tears have wept. Thoughts have wrestled. Down the road, As I go, Blankets folding All I know. Powdery toes, Sandy heal, Wanton woes, All I feel. 2/19/22 |
