I love eating bananas
by the bunch
that's why I had two
of them for lunch

in potassium they
are so very rich
which boosts my
energy's on switch

Those scapes
Rock brows with frills of yews, pines
Cloud ruffled about it like a boudoir dancer's hem
I see worlds beneath them
Under the foot time long stamped down, buried
Barrows and dungeons, first glimpses of ebony and gold
Riches piled in mountains, infant
To the soil above
And surrendered to otherworldly hand so,
Minds like mine may see them
And let daydreams grow
Like the yews and the pines
And feed the clouds
With the breath of our sighs
Each time

I was starving when
Hades kidnapped
and imprisoned me.
It doesn’t seem godly
when Zeus fondled me,
when Poseidon ***** me,
and Athena turned me
into a snake beast.
Gods are not saintly.
They are violent
and degrading.

A thousand years later
the new great creator
is just as misogynistic.
He is really scary
cause he put his abstract ****
in the ****** Mary’s hairy *****
to plant the seeds of himself.
That’s **** your *****!

So, either accept that this ****
is stranger than pulp fan fiction,
or admit that you submit
to vile and violent villain.

Depression is so brutal.
It is not a French poodle.
There is nothing cute about it.

You don’t always have to
wear a red cape
to swoop in and save your
super friends.

Sometimes you can
share the burden.
Sometimes you can
let me in.

Then I will be wearing
my own green cape
cause green is great
and it’s my favorite color.

Every letter we write
is a muscle. Every syllable
a bone. Every word a
vital *****. Every sentence
a sinew. Every paragraph
or stanza a skin...

Every poem a limb.

EVERY BODY OF WORK...

*US!

Look at the sky and remember who you are.
It's positive and natural to be down,
how else could you know what up is?

orchids exotic captured
the man's botanical eye
they were so beautiful
in display
with delicate petals
and a scent
of heady romance


the wheelchair bound New York
cop saw defining evidence
of the exquisite
bloom
his heart elated
by the flower's
gorgeous
loom

there under his real
name of Raymond Burr
he established
an orchid garden
on a Fiji island
the climate perfect
for growing
and nurturing
the plant species
arresting of sight
so sublime
its vision's delight

you pose proud
in gentle soft
candles

before my rigid
consonance and stringent need
flickering

gracefully sweet
you proffer
as I savor
deep

you flow
we merge
near rage
enthralling

together rage
my sweet,
my sweet.