one with one's storm
window to window
watching water
Thunder BAM and Rumble
to answer
flash of light
heavy pounding
rain seeking
its own
way out
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
*** is one of the sillier of human behaviors
along with bowel movements
vomiting
and sometimes eating
trees are so much more civilized
orderly mating
quietly courting
producing and sharing
their efforts with all around them
their singing, dancing ,and laughing
is choreographed
not a frenetic jazz interpretation
but ballads
sweetly put
no *** crimes
no need to dominate
I know we are not trees
but we are related
they're the branch of the family
that plays instruments
reads long novels
discreetly meeting their needs
without high heels
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
hang me above your couch
I go with everything
I'll keep quiet
You'll forget I'm there
until the butterfly
comes between
the sun and me
casting a shadow
and you see me again
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
formulaic
derivative
uninspired
sophomoric
myopic
misguided
decorative
nicely framed
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
there was no fire
there was no smoke
only firemen
and a burst sprinkler system
but Mom could lie
in bed
looking up and point to
where the smoke
had seeped in
even weeks later
in the dining hall
the repairs finished
she would still ask me
if I could see
where the fire had been
I looked at her
and saw where the fire had been
I saw her
in the bright morning Summer sun
walking through heavy dewed grass
thick with crickets
wiping down the lines
hanging our laundry
up to dry
whistling along
as Nat King Cole sang
Mona Lisa
in her head
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
went to a wedding
a straight white wedding
full of straight white people
who lean to the left
I was an island there
floating
a small gay resort
watching the rituals
thinking of color
now we can marry
mine would be different
full of living color
no purity of white
but the shocking hue
that is hot pink
guests in their getups
would leave
dull at the door
there'd be open flames
burning bright
orange haired boys
serving the drinks
projections of past love
lighting the walls
and only 60 seconds of silence
to honor the vows
then back to the dancing
and on with the show
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
this morning I mistook
my streetlight shining through
the Summer leaves
for the full moon
and for a few seconds
I believed she was off her track
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
morning dove
or is it the mourning dove?
speaks this morning
of melancholy
rock and sheep
and a drunken friend
who each night
ended his day
the same
each minute
was nothing I knew
it was the sound of the bells,
around their necks
and from the church.
Above in the abandoned castle,
defenses down
in rooms
open to the sky
looking down
on the village life
the smell of the beach
fish and retsina
the wisteria sheltered agora
I came there
like the gypsies
we never saw
who snuck in at night
took our clothing
off the lines
and potted plants
from the patio,
leaving only what was missing
as evidence
they'd been there
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
What do birds see?
perhaps more than we can know
and what of their dreams?
are they full of worms
and juicy slugs?
are there also nightmares
of predators and windstorms
destroying all they've built?
given a choice
I'd probably be a robin
waking in that well built nest
shared with eggshell blue
waiting for the warmth
the return
of the reddish feathered breast
or perhaps a catbird
is closer to my truth
a wordy bird
behind the black bead of an eye
taking it all in
confident
Arizona will be there
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
yes
the door is unlocked
come on in
and take
what pleases you
its a currency of sorts
the candle's burning
off the exhalations
we've done before
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC