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