One storm-driven black night
lightening snarled above our chopper
while an artillery battle blazed below.
Suspended between these geminated currents
of fatal power I thought my mortal heart
would explode in terror, but it didn't
and here I am 43 years later
still stuck in the endless quotidian.

  ~mce

Paintbrushes and bulldozers
Canvas and land
Creativity and destruction
Each done with mans' hand

Today ,
That wicked thing called lonesomeness slaps me like a brick,
Like a phene to his pipe it hits!!!!

Dragging me down asunder!!!!

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.