Merry-Go-Round

Merry-Go-Round

I ride the horse

dry wood painted

in circus colors

up and down

Take the Oath

Take the Oath 

Grubs crawl through thin marrow

harrowing transport transparent

Either borrow or march

take the oath

I eat rare grubs

it is my only food

I Dig

I dig

music

bones

whys

I excavate

music

bones

whys

I dig

Island

The island seems tilted

as if it will go bottom up

trees under water roots

on top

but

birds

where do they roost

now branches are gone

roots though interesting

observed above ground

belong below 

leaves need to be on top

beautiful homes

for nests and eyes

not to mention oxygenation

I chant for rectification

the island not yet tilted

I observe nests of birds

hear Great Blues squawk

in guttural tones  

I watch their dance

wings aloft for balance

they gather twigs

bill to bill nest rises

I wait for chicks 

hope for fertilization

but already this nest

appears tilted

Tis

Is this my hell

I’m living

rather than

my happy face

It is my living

happy face

rather than

living hell

Anniversary

Anniversary

Today is our 

marriage day

We had a nice

dinner out

We drink champagne

listen to swamp sounds

guzzle champagne

to get us through the night

It is our anniversary

we are doing alright

My Attraction?

My Attraction?

Bold

in control

skeptical

He bordered

on grim

Hold

in control

frightened

He repeated

again

Unwind

wind sigh

the threshold

not grim

Ninth Level

sweet saturate

under black 

again

Neighbors II

Neighbors II

We like to ignore them

they like to ignore us too

we all need our privacy

If I had my druthers I’d

live in isolation out on

the land sea where we

across many miles could

see nothing except stars

April

She is lacy
edging on
saucy
she is Spring
earth still
warming
daffodils
April lacy

In This Fucking Shitty Little Room

In This Fucking Shitty Little Room

He just yelled all that at me

I have a really nice room

I’m happy here, except for

the person in the other room

He is banging around the kitchen

I am ensconced  in flame pink

the Spoonbill who I hope to see

the person in the other room

To Write a Poem

To Write A Poem

I search my soul

sole search I reach

to find the words

to hit you where it 

counts

I Love a Bill

I was once wowed

a guy named Bill

I felt too wowed

I ran away till

I landed in the arms

I wasn’t wowed of

It felt safe

he would always love me

just like Lenny and the mouse

Neighbors

Last night I stayed in a hotel

I couldn’t hear neighbors, but

I knew I slept on layers, others

who shared pillows, mattress

laundered sheets, cleaned bath

and it seems intimate and weird

for their ghosts inhabit the space

and now my ghost is there and I

wonder at whether anyone else

has had a sense of former guests

who lied down to rest soul and body

against mental and physical fatigue 

multitudes of neighbors share beds

we never know one another

yet we share a form of intimacy

in hotel rooms on lonely nights