Murmurations
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Visitations
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Twisted into
Psychic will to Make it work. Give it a jerk. Pull it taught, Like time forgot. You know you need it. Cut and bleed it Along the ground. Instinct unbound. Obscured by surface Chatter cursives. All the while, That vantage smile Pulls toward horizon. Scenic sizing Works within you. Read the menu. Order up. Hold forth the cup. Pray for refill. Bar and grill. Long cool counter. Thought you found her. Empty promise. Find your solace Open ended, Broken, mended. Field of wishes. Broken dishes Still need washing. No hope’s worth squashing. 12/12/20
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Alphabet Hired hand Also ran Firefly Questions why Understood Just as good Why oh where? What’s with your hair? Falling down Sculptural frown Take a look Fish on a hook Sharpened talon Edgar Allen Darkened light Bed bug bite Catchers can Maryanne Violet eye Couldn’t cry Tooth and nail Tattered veil Scenic flight Wave good night Sing and praise Awake for days Honor bright Wish I might Falling down Wedding gown Take the first train Out of town 11/7/20 Orange, apple
Make it Snapple. Dance the danger Bent with strangers. Burn the object. Hang the reject. Focus woke us. Acts bespoke us. Carnal cancer Sassy dancer Tense tornado Luck, no bueno Earn The estimate. Let go The rest of it. White paper Black word Risky caper Thoughts absurd Spring forward. Fall back. After dinner, Entertain a snack. 3/15/21 Sanguine treasure,
Metric measure, Life of leisure. What’s your pleasure? Defiant darling Candle carving Carpet curling Insults hurling Honorary Flimsy fairy Denouncing dairy Whipped cream cherry Final focus Fractal locus Bang awoke us Smoky choke us On the dashboard, Metal blazing, Gleaming cash poor, Eyebrow raising. I should know this So they say Elevator Otis Take me away Scratch my eyelids Far off dreamer Testing lipids Coffee creamer 6/4/21 Cara Nonna Ofelia
Buon Compleanno Sei il mio Angelo Ti voglio sempre bene Penso quando siamo insieme Penso quando il tempo viene La bella facia Con gli occhi piano E la voce magra Le mane tirano l’aga Grazie sempre Dio, che mi ha dato Che bella vita adesso siamo fatto Aspettiamo un giorno sulla via nostra Per oggi dobbiamo soddisfata con l’inchiostro Ti aspetto Ti aspetto I wait for You I wait for You Thank You Combare Ofelia XO Heart a shambles,
Twigs and brambles. Open eyes Synthesized. Morning sickness, Sharpened slickness. Blades awake, A tummy ache. Shake and bake In crusty manner. Hold high the banner, Then put me up. A winner’s cup To go the distance. Overcome resistance Of cares laid bare, And ankles broken. We have unspoken Into cameras Sans slur or stammer, Yet changed the angle And thus untangled, But still account Towards paramount Perception. A smile In your direction When they catch you looking While they’re still cooking Up a plan. They spot a fan And you feel lucky. Even somewhat plucky 11/21/20 Within the call of echoes past,
Clung the promise, green as grass. I would find my way and seek. Carve a path up to my peak. Journey made of darkened roads, Chosen for their dappled modes. Soon the shade took in the light. Midday seemed like guiding night. All alone, I took the curves With stalwart hope and brassy nerves. Once were those that rode astride. Our singing birds eventually died. The common bond was water based, Washed away like finger paste. I’m thankful for the laughs and cheers. But in review, those wasted years Kept me stagnant and insecure, For want of better polymer. Yet, here I am back on the trail, Weathered, worn and somewhat pale. Above the tree line, I feel the breeze. Amongst the boulders, my thoughts are these. The way ahead’s no guarantee. The pack I carry agrees with me. The promised hope jostles inside, I’ll carry upward and abide. Forever reaching toward the sun, Though inner peaks I've already won 2/17/21 Your loving gaze
In so many ways. Let me count That loving amount. Things are divine. When tempered with wine. Constantly loving Out of our minds. No waste, no haste No subtle, damning taste. No shot that fears chase. A calling card of given grace. In all ways the same. In place to play this game A potion from the Master. That portents our disaster. No matter what you're after, Emotions run sublime. They're running even faster When running out of time. It now takes two to toast To those you love the most. Standing in long lines. Stepping over mines. For we who then might shine, Packaged and finely polished. When we get all that we want, We want it all abolished. A guaranteed promise To solve all our problems. Love’s a pink cherub And a greedy, green goblin. 2/28/23 Zone S1E31 Knee high
To a spider’s eye. A rippling cry. To where and why. The day is early. The wind is whirling. My sheets unfurling On the line. The breezes pine. The creases shine, Serene, so neatly Through my mind. As flickers fine, I sit discretely, Snapping time. Day’s on the vine. Refresh the feeling. Reach for the ceiling. The days' revealing, As sun rays climb. In larger scheme, Pull at the seam, I pray this moment Not be a dream. But be it so, Not letting go This passing moment. No need to know. 9/16/21 Damned hyena
Stalks the floorboards. Mumbled menace, Closets, cupboards. Giddy swagger, Grizzled charm. Cloak and dagger, Four alarm. What’s his want? Who’s he after? Calls and taunts Within the plaster. Undercover, I perspire. Shifting, shriek The willing wire. Slobber trails Lurk the hall. Slop and slather. Wounded gather Wringing, working, Scratching, lurking Rounds the corner, Eye to eye. Asks to answer In reply. Mangle closer, Terrify. Gagging breath, Garbled lungs. Stench of death, Hanging tongue. Rot endeavor. What’s your pleasure? Now or never. Pull the lever. Often wake From such disturbance. Shiver, shake The Rake occurrence 4/3/89 They cut the heart out.
And hauled it away. Iron cast nerves In sheet metal grey. Lag bolts and valves, Flanges and fans, Motors now quiet, Once spun and ran. Out in day light Pale green tower. This house held its' breath For a chilly grey hour. Forty full years Of cigarette fumes, Sorrowful echoes, Neapolitan tunes. Housework and homework. Rattled its’ core. Family folk rhythms Beat buoyant no more. Capillaries, arteries Coiled the frame Gasping and hissing, Whispering our names. Inhaling the sighs Of dusted, swept rooms. Does it now matter? For what and to whom? On sidewalk stretched out, Torn from its’ pedestal. Naked and feeble For neighbors to ogle. I remember the former, A hulking ore octopus. Now it’s successor, A soldier, much lesser. When baby arrived, Cradled into its' cavity, It cooed once again, Pushing heat against gravity. But the echo and tone, Of a one handed clap, Proclaimed my warmed heart Was now left for scrap. 3/8/21 Hello stranger,
Rearranger, Looking through me Without danger. Aisle twenty, Thieving plenty. Candy envy. Every penny. Awkward teller, Happy feller. Broken toys lie In the cellar. Exaltation. Consecration. Recreation Reprobation. Creeper crawler. Walking taller. Square dance caller. Caterwauler. Orphaned widow. Cheer up, kiddo. Dry your pillow. Bend like willow. Here we are now In the row. Crusty, muddy. Told you so. 4/4/21 Lost on the floor.
Swimming door to door. Ever after, Even more. Mockery, Crafty crockery. Trickery, Quick terpsichore. Running wild at the welcome. Thieving vials vandal valium. A modest little hellion, Orphaned rabble rapscallion. Outcast at the callback. Needing nightfall’s tall black. Wondering why we’re weakened. Blinded by our beacon. Incase you missed scene two, Blubbering won’t get you through. Achey limb, lone language, Tall bindles bundled baggage. So make yourself a sandwich And wait for the roof to come down. Now the mirror wears your frown. Making u-turns around the town. Leave a message, He’s not here. Who leads the horse When you disappear? Cloying, grasping for the reigns. Epic dramas, our disdains Don’t hold much water. Come down off that alter And keep to your groove. It’s baby’s little move. Case the joint and pick the lock. Don’t forget to set your clock. 3/28/22 |
