Walking on
Past growing hay. Renewed upon This Spring’s first day. Horizon echoes Calling out. Green leaves quaking All about. No direction In particular. Palms wide open, Perpendicular To footsteps in The bending ground. Any way, A whistling sound. Breezy meadow, Waving flowers. Found not lost For endless hours. Gaze around. Eyes may focus To sky or ground, Bluebell, crocus. All at once, I drop to lay My mind to rest In fields to pray. 4/12/21 Wide and wondrous.
Dry and thunderous. Sky circumference. My quiet utterance, Small in relation. Shy veneration, Without an equation, Observed from my station. Life all around. In creasing the ground, Night trails the sound. None lost or yet found. A moth flaps and flutters. Follows maps, same as others. A convergence of brothers Smeared across glass like butter. In my car I am dreaming. The star shine revealing Snake writhing and peeling. She's coiling and heaving Once more down the road. Her breathing has slowed. She crosses ahead And dares me to tread. Our breaths tween us held, As paths come to meld. Outstretched on death’s bed, I passover instead. 4/8/21 Knee high
To a spider’s eye. A rippling cry. To where and why. The day is early. The wind is whirling. Sheets unfurling On the line. The breezes pine. The creek sparkles sweetly Serene, so neatly. Through my mind Flickers fine. As I sit discretely, Snapping time. Day’s on the vine. Refresh the feeling. Push up the ceiling. All ways appealing. Sun rays refine In larger scheme, How it may seem, I hope this moment Not be a dream. But be it so, I won't let go This fleeting moment in amber glow. 9/16/21 Sordid splendor.
Night descender. Votive vendor. Deed pretender On a bender. Safe surrender. My contender. Will defender. Prickly demon. I don’t see one Milking freon From the fray. Frozen fellows in disarray. Dressed in morose Hues of wool. Don’t be a fool. Fix your hair. Straighten your collar. Here’s a dollar For a shine. What once was mine, Now open for all. Wasps have the gall To leave a sting, A flitting wing And flirty duty. What a beauty, This formal dance, A wandering waltz with elephants In ballrooms of covered mirrors And pleated pants. 7/13/21 Downdraft
Forward/aft Lightning lapse Sparkly gaps Monster sky Angry eye Twisty tangle Violent mangle Back and forth. Which way North? Lost my bearings. Tempest scary. In my dream, A laser beam To dip my toe. Pick me. Let’s go Into the spotlight. Radiating shiny white Tips of my shoes In all the views. See me coming, Should start running. Quick, in here! A dangling chandelier For you to swing on. A vine of neon Over indifference. Above resistance. Within this vestibule A spinning spectacle 9/8/21 My teeth are tight in their gums.
Knuckles white, sweeping crumbs Of what's left, just doubt and fear. Pray the compass will appear. Dizzy circus of a map Spinning changes in the gaps. Hope is shaking in my lap. On this ledge, no looking back, Or down. Unravelled, unwound. Instead, look out. Open view all about. Future waits to take my hand Away from Broken Promise Land. At least there’s something yet to seize. Here lies nothing Left to squeeze. On my knees, begging For safe passage And mindful ease. Faith has found a silky thread, Thrown out to catch thoughts in my head. Though light is dim out on the bow, Flickering words I ponder now. A lighthouse beam for gotten sailors, A searing wand for drifting wailers. This castaway is reaching too, Pushing through the foggy view. 9/5/21 Yabba Doo
Gabba Goo Kootchie Koo Fuck You Stress and strain Panic, pain. Archer with aim Knows not the same. All at once, I’m the dunce To lazy cunts That don’t know shit. Screw you Get a clue Size the view Know who you’re talking to. Like air from tires, Workingman perspires. Keep ignorance to yourself. Leave your tone on the shelf. It just adds weight And muddles thought with hate. Try to stop a moving freight, When sanctioned hobos are always late. What else is there for you to do? Rippled reflection looks back at you. Toss your coin into the fountain And my molehill becomes your mountain 7/24/21 Blind and skint
Flicker flint Mallot wax Grinding axe Times’ adjustment Pencil estimate Broken argument Tedious parliament Equal footing Threshold putting Apex rooting Conscience looting Answer backwards Paying forward Binder paper Listing shoreward Newly christenend. They won't listen, Time ill spent. Minds broken, bent. Abstract obsession, Past life regression. All for twisted naught Calm keeps getting caught Pinging echo satellites Usher flashing aisle in white Ticket taking to the right Scholars skillful, erudite Reason crumbling faster Slave becomes the Master Buckling pleasure plaster Vector versus raster 4/9/21 Royal Royal.
Rotten, spoiled. Bloated, boiled. Anointed, oiled. Smuggy, smirky, Judgy, jerky. Beyond reproach. Too good for coach. Returns your calls, Like New York dolls Slink down the halls, Pumped air and hissing. Listen, listen... What you’re missing Amounts to lolly. Pop and Molly Goes the Weasel. Boring beasel, Pretentious measle, Affected easel. Self impressed. Youthfully dressed. Feigning slack. Behind your back. Boyish man. Also ran, Teflon coated, Peter Pan. Middle aged. Still needs a stage To steal your scene. The impish teen. 7/1/23 Weak attention
Minor mention Apprehension Old invention Wander lonely One and only Weep discretely Ignored completely Day to day In disarray Achey dismay A fine filet Covered in crumbs Breaded, numb A droning hum That lacks aplomb Don’t look at me With sympathy. Keep your concern And righteous sigh. I do get by With a hungry eye, A winding way And healthy why On my lips. Yet still backflips Through mocking city. Dodging a lifeless, loveless pity 12/7/21 Velvet Lady Amulet
Walks along the parapet. Strident steps, without regret, Contemplating alphabet. Wonder what you want from her. Timing, lightning, de rigueur Deep connection, as it were, Following Chemin de fer. Coup de grace, De Grasse, De Gaulle Misty snowflake in the Fall. Inner ache from something small, Rips and rakes, then kicks the stall. As if nothing to do with you, Though tests the lining of your shoe. Toes fit snuggly in the boot. Down the road, from stem to root. Now high-stepping, as if you know, Where darkness lies in afterglow. In plain sight, but eyes averted. Bridge washed out and route diverted. Point of pride cannot withstand Within arms reach, a helping hand. Moving now, in single file. Then pause, reflect, after awhile. 11/22/21 |
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