Anger

Anger

It busts harbors

roils calm waters

sets boats slipping

from their tethers

fierce it disturbs calm

caged inside erupts

all over everything

leaves one empty

quivering until next

onslaught over inane

unrooted accusations 

I scream typhoon

get out of the way!

I Am Sad

I Am Sad

I am sad

beyond sad

beyond what

sad conveys

I can’t cry

only anguish

I anguish over

pain and anger

subsequent to

impossible life

living within a

form of insanity

No sense rules

nonsense days

as life drifts by

no way out of

wasted moments

cower moments

I am depressed

beyond belief

know I need to

search for ways

to help myself

to keep alive

Days challenge

every moment

no soft time

no relaxation

no off time

no respite

I am sad

beyond sad

beyond what

sad conveys

I can’t cry

only anguish

Ping Pong

Ping Pong

My brain bounces

back and forth over

the net of insanity

paddles smash home

the intricacies 

despair circles around

as I try to make it all right

there is no right only wrong

Ping Pong 

Wind

Wind

I love language

I love word wind

it thrashes tree

stirs things around

I love language

words wind around

stir things up

how did we form

language I love

can’t imagine before

language  how words

came to be 

Wind

In The Dump

In the Dump

I scavenge

for peace

shard of tie dye

in a warring world

I scavenge 

for warmth

a quilt of love

in a cold world

I scavenge

for fairness

for everyone

an entitled world

In the dump

I pick among

bones of loss

cold hard world

On the Edge

On the Edge

Diesel engine thrum

rides us out to sea

blue sky azure ocean

light breeze

We rock all day braced

against the tide roll

heavy poles in hand

fish die desperately

Beautiful fish bloody

hooked gaffed stabbed

Bonita bleed profusely 

to the crew they are fish

we are their predators

Born from the sea today

sleepy drunkard I see

I expected thunder from

a prophet who mends

and binds me to him

There are no prophets

personal or public

who lead us away

from the edge 

Clever

Clever

It is an odd word

a bit like cleaver

a sly intelligence

hand you a saw

ripped from a nest

ripe flesh bleeds

swept in a basket

stars see a secret

you took a chance

you never blinked