one finger grips your life, and your
teeth grind together,
like the stone below, grating.
inside your heart the head is
beating, screaming to stay together.
but your green eyes,
they slip to the right and down,

"dont look, please baby."
I know you'll do it anyways because
they truly were my downfall.

and you exhale slowly, the sight
of death so close.
his warm breath, turns your cheeks
pink and your eyelashes flutter.
A final smile spashes your face,
the finger slips and you let go.

the black whole ***** me in,
sickly sweet it feels.
"The faithful will always wait."

the sentence you whispered,
in your death, to me.
tightened my face, it stopped
my heart. it made me miss you
and leave you in one fell sweep.
but I wait for you in faithfulness.

The poetic hands shake and wrattle
and roll
move move move move move move move move
please do
They dream to type and dance and write
a merry trail
they tapped and diddly dapped along with
the pet moose
who ran after a goose and left left left left left left left
right after
the chance I got to see him lasted a squirrels second
wait a minute
don’t leave me mr. moose
but he was in love with a pet goose.

The only thing I did today…

I will never be one of the great ones.
She proclaimed, “Mediocre.”
I have licked the lollipop of
mediocrity, the sweetness pulled me in.

The never trying harder, became easier.
Laying down, lying about laying down.
I will go nowhere, and nowhere will
welcome me.

For I am as mediocre as any member
of nowhere can be. The machine of
dull people will **** me in, another
cog in slow motion doing nothing.

I will never be quoted, nor doted upon
by any hero. Never a leading lady
just the shadow around the spotlight.
Mediocrity is an evil friend,

one who I welcomed into my head.
No matter how much I plod him,
he never pays his rent.
Me and mediocrity are fated betrothed,

but no matter because I’ve forgotten
what light looks like. And striving to see
is forbidden by mediocrity and me.

Seasons
have become clocks
             tick tock
           heart beats
  
dancing through the
     veins of ancestors

   rhythms
beat the drum
             boom boom
             spring forward
    fall back
to the music
of nature
of life
of past, present, future of                                      
                                                                ­           seasons changing.

You buzz around my face
black fly.

the enemy retreats
and BACK again you come
to torture me on this glorious day

shoo fly don’t bother me

may I use your thousands of eyes fly? for
I have a pest that
wont leave me be

if you were me and I was you
                      fly
would you swat and swing at me?

Crisp, sweet Macintosh, the word
flushes cheeks and brings smiles along with
flavors of apple sauce and pie.
Memories swim through thought along with taste

Fall leaves surround the trunk the
sweet smell of orchards, giggles surround
the rows of fruit.

Fresh appreciation rolls over taste
buds of flowers producing barrels of
golden delicious ready for picking in mid-October
firm crisp sweet and juicy

reach up into the leaves grasp firm
with a little twist and the gift
from above is one of a kind.

Spoon the catepillar’
I whispered ow we I
the paper floated down
the ceiling collapsed
and the caterpillar
danced.

I want to to to
drop a move and fill
up with groove, on into
the black, still, dark night.

A blue dolphin splashed
into my skull, rattling my water
the waves rocked my soul,
I
tripped.

The sweat ran down my hands,
they whirled around,
then down, my arms were trees
but my feet, oh the toes
wiggled and wriggled out of
pace.

Again I spoon the caterpillar, a
web a weaved tale to tell
the music picked me up into the
rafters I floated, I bloated and
ballooned
then
popped.

and the music left babe
so I did to.

the notes drifted, listlessly,
into my heart. they wrapped around
every vein and muscle.
it moved me, closer to the edge.

I swayed softly,
and sauntered over to peek.
to see you and my ending, all neatly
written in. the chorus was sung.

I picked up the tempo, and got
the beat down pat. I missed the steps,
couldn’t fall in line. but your grip
steered me straight, and I followed the lead.

I danced to our song, and uttered the line
you fed me. the whole world rejoiced and
sang in it. the house was full of chimes,
and they played background to our laughter.

but slowly rust invaded, the notes quieted.
my veins were strung tight, and the chorus
didn’t match the tempo. the grip tightened,
and the lines I said were forgotten.

the music left me in house empty of life.
chimes were in my nightmares, and the songs
stopped me. my ending was erased when the
notes drifted out.

Nights eyes wink
and twinkle watching me
The man with a cat grin
surrounded
by miles of black sea
I know this man, he has
been watching my whole life
always above
capturing
the dreams that
surface pop and fizzle away.

feather headed and stuffed among
crumpled clouds I lay  


What do you see man?
You have been looking for so long
and every night I wait too,
to look myself.

Of fate and fury
behind blundered blurry
down the trodden plight
to night
will be one of fancy fine
feasts set with the best wine
dance my young fertile
friend for it will not last a long while
don’t fret
but place your bet
on the previous past lives
that’s how they got their wives
its time to grow and become a man
set the pace and take it, you can
implant yourself deep inside
let it ride
yes, finally the scene is set
now the women are left in debt.

Branches grow but do we see them
Twist and turn
Which tree do you belong to?
I ask.
Which tree do I belong to?
I ask.
The scene of love transcends through
all beings
Passion filters up the new bark,
falling and filling each crevice.  
I dance in my own wind,
I turn
I cannot tell whose branch is whose
Smiles play tricks on mouths

The trees know,
they must.

To Love someone is love itself
it is breath, it is life.
To Love is when you throw your
heart away, and hope that it is given back.
To Love is the sweetest dream,
hoping you never wake up.
to be able To Love is God’s gift to you
to me, to the world as it be.

In Love we see ourselves,
clearer than empty skies.
In Love we feel closer to the ocean,
the wind, and the mountains.
In Love we leap without looking,
hoping our heart catches on something real.
to be In Love is God’s gift to you,
to me, to the world as it be.

To Have Loved shows you,
the deep capacity of your soul.
To Have Loved is a way of knowing,
the world with its blackness and brightness.
To Have Loved someone dearly, with
your whole being is the essence of existence.
To Have Loved anyone at all, is God’s gift
to you, to me, to the world as it be.