Ain't

Ain't nobody knows
anything
'cept right
from wrong

Ain't nobody knows
when
the change
goes down

Ain't know body knows
when anyone
step over
the line

Moon

Moon shines in blue gray sky

a bit lopsided fuzzy white

reflects on my slanted blinds

I love the moon

Now she shines in a black sky

she ascends like a helium balloon

a wink and a smile back at earth

I love the moon

I loved lying on hill tops

dark sky so many stars

it scared me, the possibilities

city lights eliminate stars

Moon shines in black sky

higher and higher she soon

disappears

I am the moon

Rosy powders disguise my melancholy

pale erotic cover stray grasses fling me

I swingfling

Alone

When I was young

I treasured alone

except I never felt

safe 

I carried not safe

into adulthood 

almost agoraphobic

scared

I missed opportunities

in my comfort zone

hiding from the world 

alone

Eventually I pushed 

beyond comfort

out there alone

vulnerable

Everyday was an effort

push to new adventures

outside the pillow zone

breathe

I still like home

where I feel safe

but I push the envelope

alone

Grittle

He Feeds Us

Trigger fish rides

sea spray swells

flicks away deep

stuck on land

crack of humility

plant our chain

he feeds us grittle

relishes our gravity

claim our refrain

flicks, swells, spray, grittle, gravity, plant

trigger, relishes, chain, crack, humility, refrain, claim

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Cleriahew

Mash

I once danced with Idi Amin

he was all dressed in sheen

he wore a red sash

he did the monster mash

BLISS

I had a boyfriend
in first grade.

We were thrilled
with our flirtation.

I have the photo
to prove it.

I wonder if anyone
could pick us out.

Trivial vs Significant

Separation is a challenge

when no separation exists

when everything is significant

even trivial pursuits end

everyday in extreme stress

trivial vs significant

Life

We spurn eternity

we have nothing

from the other side

except near death

experiences

Life is a string of months

year after year after year

it balls up into knots 

we struggle to untie

We become housewives

fall into subtracting 

fact from fiction as we

search drawers 

sting of humiliation

Jackson Pollock

I watch and listen

to his process

he speaks of creation

I feel that painting 

I do not paint

what comes to Pollock

I paint what comes to me

I feel that painting

Rabbits

Hush of night

when all the world is silent

a time long ago

hush alone in the woods

leaves rattle on wind

limbs creak

rabbits shriek in owl talons

silence weights down

relaxation from noise

in between the night sounds

that rub me raw I hear night

music to my ears

Grandmother

I kiss thin lips

touch skin

hanging loose

upper arms wave

in farewell gesture

I utter goodbye

take snapshots

I promise will be

sent to her and 

other relatives

I stand rooted

know I won't

see her again

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