Coming Home

I want to do whatever it TAKES
to make it all right   yet it is out
of my hands.  I don't have the where with all

to be capable of this
I am severely worn out

I know what I must do
it isn't easy. it won't be easy

Mixed

I went to read poetry

I went to hear poetry

I went to survive

Reading scares me

to open myself wide

I want to survive

Now I need to hide

hibernate within me

Staunch

I am the lion at the Manhattan Library
I am the one on the right looking left
for the second coming of a savior, but
saviors have their flaws
I would not want to get miss led!

I Must Go To Bed

He demands it

I think he feels

lost at sea

his brain gone

he needs me near

yet I am near

all day long

he is on top of me

I need a little time

just for me

Unhappiness Rules

Anger, hostility, mayhem

insanity keeps me off balance

no respite for he refuses

he’s not like the other ones

Each day constant demands

questions, needs, invasions

of my private space that I

give up freely over and over

There are considerations

as to what I can do

I am not ready to do

anything but keep him home

He

350. Org!

It is hot, hot, hot
everyday since May

We went swimming
 ocean already warm

We are in a drought
big storms  promised rain

We get lightening and fires
very little rain  I water daily

We are lucky, no tornados
we're not in a flood zone

The oceans are heating up
hurricanes are our worry

Meanwhile we pump C02
into the atmosphere burning

fossile fuels 350 ppm optimum
we are at 400 ppm thus storms

Bigger than ever before with a
few exceptions

I bought a hybrid  I recycle
to the exstreme  I avoid waste

This beautiful gem of a planet
comprised by neglect and greed

Can we save Earth?  If not can
we save ourselves?

I don't have a space ship
it's purported some do

Where will it take them?
This beauty is all we've got!

It's Quiet Now

He's gone to bed
steered to rest  I
promised to join
just a bit of time
to write a poem
or two or three
if they are in me

Gun Shots

Gun Shots

Through my brain

leave me dazed

each hit aimed to

maim my peace

Over and over

shots again and

again through me

I have holes 

My life force spills

over a damn place

tears bottled inside

my heart bursting

I Feel So Free

Late in the night

I am writing poetry

no one tries to

hustle me to bed

There is no pressure

the night alive and I

don’t have to go to 

Bed, where we snuggle

down into strange dreams

wake tired as when we

went to bed, while the ice

drops and makes me think

He’s still after me

I

I had
a poem
in my head
it was erased

I float now searching
but I can't find it and
I rue such moments

The wind is pulling
at the hurricane shutters
I feel an eerie presence

Eerie feels comforting
in a self-destructive way