The stream (all workshops)
Knowing of her….
A muddy knee that
day I saw, my heart
then was forever
muddled as I steadied
her to feet, was I
to be the keeper
of the mud on knee
or that intrinsic
beings beauty whose
eyes had laid
me bare.
Contentious as my
loving her became
an absence of
consequence thinking
only of moments
to hours to days
to wonderment.
they will say
don't eat spinach
it glows, much greener
than it should
don't make love
unless you cover that sucker
for the babies you make
will be misshapen,
useless lumps
the world will
all feel sorry for
and we will
give them
vacations to
disneyland
and rides on ponies
and fifty years
from now
we'll forget
how the earth shook
the waves rose and
someone will blame god
because it's easy
.
camera mounted tripod
relegated to leaning in the corner
otherwise, unused
accursed vacuum cleaner
covered in the dust
of eternal stillness
printer on the fritz
don't care
purpose has become tiresome
my chair, however,
used and used, so used
conforming me
into a marbled headed quasi statue
stiff
ossified
immobilized
but for the gentle
jostling of a mouse
...while fresh, beckoning sunbeams
peer through smokey windows
That's right, there are no leftists here
they've left to make things right
but first they drank up all the beer
and all the wine in sight
The right wingers all fell from the sky
at least the few still left
they fell with a joyful cry
their perfect smiles all cleft
Progressive, they all shifted gears
and went into reverse
while ridiculing brave men's fears
in long speeches which were terse
Sunburst glows, fades
returns in tomorrow’s venue
Daffodil bursts, grows and shows
lushness amid Lenten’s darkness
Satin whiteness among leaves of green
feed my craving
as this morning’s hard boiled blossom
radiates, framed against
the spitting blackness of today’s breakfast
searing on caste iron skillet.
Do you love her?
Really, truly.
Of course you say,
her truths and lies
her smarts and sillys
her beauty and flaws
but do you love the human creature?
the sweat and pheromones
the skin flakes and cuticles
the pubic hair stuck under your tongue?
when she is not wearing deodorant,
lick her armpit
truly, madly, deeply.
Then know how much you love her.
Once forever then
no more, re-evaluating
what came before.
Time in years
a distant contract
with mortality, static
possibilities still vivid
within passing seasons.
Captured too far along to
be enraptured a legacy that
begs to be beyond the etchings
that mark a spot, a demise not
where this flesh was begot.
My seed the bleeding of this being
the probabilities of the ever after
without conceding.
shallow is the clip
the golden of the haze
that lazes in the heart
of eyes moist reception
you whom want is
absent
leans against the
tarried shoulder
of my ache
my wounded fragmentary
arch of soul
that bridges light to dark
this agony of love
that flames
in desert depth
and star shard dark
I keep you pressed
in pleasant page
and circled with
a brilliant mark
for muse betold
you held me high
when bars for
me witheld the sky
Omni, swirling gusts of wind
the cold, it chaps...and burns,
as my stance grows so, suspitious
from a "purchase", barely earned.
Wrestling the invisible
an adversary with much might,
weariness invades my attempts
to get my fence, "upright".
The wire becomes an issue
both, my hands keep losing, "grips",
while knitting this wired fence
I'm creating havoc, on my hips!
Man’s insanity
Is his sanctity
In tune to living
Within
Deftly ensconced
By his own decisions
In a dellusional Reality
With sightless eyes
He sees the bloodstains
On hands that no longer feel
Yet ache for the softness of life
Still the voices bid him
Kill
Sleeplessness is the
Norm of his nights
When dreams come
They arrive in color
The deep garnet of blood
Forever imprinted
In his fevered mind
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