Anaphora

When I became delusional

was when I knew I was blind

when I knew I was blind

was when I was delusional 

Cement

Cement

cumbersome pelt
weights me down
smoke laden

dark night stars
bright

entranced
reluctant
stray away

senses dense
murmur
no maps

Right Down to the Microscope

So much depends upon

each others state of mind

the world is too angry

right down to microscope

We need to let go of teeth

gripped in someone's ass

What are we doing?

Horns honk angrily 

stresses everyone trying

to navigate highways

So much depends upon

each others state of mind

the world is too angry

right down to microscope

 

I Know Balance

Train whistle

shadowy ghosts

rouse me restless

from nestled sleep

bizarre dreams

steel wheels spark

on railroad tracks

scorched fields

in August drought

smudgy air seeps

I remember sores 

from straps for 

walking on tracks

I know balance

This Is Not The Truth About The End, But a Hint about the Beginning

We shoot out 
from the Universe
through the (vigors)
of our parents

I do hope there
as we careen
through life  
is a beginning

I'll Never Know What the Clouds Promised

I lie on my back watching clouds
white feathery ones wisp away
little hills like herds of sheep
gray and white and pink scud off
mountains build and thrilled I think 
California rather than flat Florida
I imagine many characters
many scenes, just as when 
I was a child on my swing
tipped back flying in clouds
I saw stories unfold, my future 
in clouds rather than in tea leaves
scenes played out in the sky dissolved
I'll never know what the clouds promised

Each Day is an Iceberg

Each day I shed fear
from your heated desire
then you leave me cold
I build layers against you
from your inconsistency

There's Something I Know

There's something I know
it is mine and only mine
it is my secret
it is about my Mother
I knew it from her anger 

Confidential

Confidential

Her trade pleasure

her charms evident

during her interview

Her room ransacked

a belt about her neck

visions blur through fog

Her customers trade stories

there is weeping under

Sticker Guy posters

On A Lonely Road

On A Lonely Road

I wander on my road
which always felt lonely
until I realized we are
all alone on this road

It is our own journey
no one else but us
yet we form alliances
from hunter gatherer

days when someone
had to have our back
days now when it is 
good to have friends

I am alone on this road
it is an awakening
it is my path to traverse
it is each person's path

I wander on my road
I don't feel lonely
I realize we are 
all alone on this road

It Is A Circus

It is A Circus

Out there…on the road
lives scream around you
swerve past


some stay behind
go slow

Out there…on your path
life screams around you
swerves past

Old Tree

What the Old Tree Has Seen

They stand tall
above everything
heads above fog
they see the sea

logged off
perfect wood
for picnic tables
decks

it never rots
its made into pulp
the mills stink
they stand tall

we are elfin beneath
I hug them as I hear
surf roar and see elk
in meadows near

Small

Small
I remember small
walking between my parents
my raised arms thigh high
into the waves
that knocked me down
looking up through water
gasping, spitting, choking
my Dad laughing

Chocolate Chip Cookies

White Chocolate Chip Cookie

The full moon
a sugar cookie
macadamia nuts
white chocolate

Time takes bites
until a new batch
gets served up
full moon

I love those nights
a sugar moon
macadamia nuts
white chocolate

Theater Masks

Disco Babes

Faces drawn in clay
like theater masks
from the scalpel

they dress in leopard
laugh and dance
like theater masks

She and I

My Skeleton

We creak

she and I

we think

more about

each other

We knead

bend and stretch

we feel

more about

each other

I tend

to be cerebral

get lost 

forget skeleton

we tend

more about

each other

we oil

she and I

we think

more about

each other

The Power of We

The Power of We

"Of and by the people…"

I think this is a poem
way above me, but
I will give it a try

We, the people
have we ever been 
one people

We seem all at odds
seams that lash us 
together, yet apart

We the people
how do we 
together, come

There are certain 
natural rules
for humans

In the words
of Spike Lee
"Do the right thing."

We all know
the right thing
sociopaths excepted

We all do
the right thing
sociopaths excepted

So, that's how 
we're in this mix
sociopaths are winning