TRAPPED IN A TEASPOON

I was trying to
avoid

my self, but:
there I was

haunting a hubcap
looming out of a mirror

trapped in a teaspoon
caught in a photograph.

There was no
escaping me.

Everywhere I went
- there I was!

Change the backdrop
Paris...Munich....London

I still ended up
beside my self

playing the same old
same old "me."

Typecast.

Only in sleep could I
jump ship( so to speak )

and become something
other than who I am.

Becoming a stone
I met in 1963

when I was seven
or so...

"Ahhh...this is the life!"
I thought to myself

gazing at the sky
watching clouds go by

becoming one
with the rain.

Not having to
think no more.

Just be!

Anything
anything

other than
me!

Droplets rolling over oily-feathered wings
Dew weighing down the lady bugs’ shelter
Wrinkles characterizing an aging set of eyes
A tea bag floating in unboiled water
Grey clouds strangling the sun
A gorgeous curve without a hand to touch it
A stained tear caressing a red face
You are disappointed

WORLDS AT ONCE

I watch you
sleeping in the mirror

& touch
your image

& you echo it.

Only your laughter
inhabiting both

worlds at once

on the other side of nowhere

...a dream away.

The mirror laughs
in its sleep.

Full of momentum
Intoxicated on summer's sunshine
No respect for the rain
I need to stop suddenly
Can't do it gently
Slam on the brakes
And drift eloquently
In slow motion...
I aquaplane



Danger in beauty
Beauty in wisdom
Bones fracture brilliantly
Like light in prisms
No room for logic
Slow motion gliding
Common sense hiding...
Cataclysm



Palace of wisdom?
If I live, leave me bleeding
******* moist air
With blood, hair and glass
Wrapped around my face
Whiplash with no headrest
Leave me crippled
And crumpled...

Another rusted ruin
At the side of the road to excess...

The treasures in my heart
The envy of the gram
Experiences buried deep
That shine light on why I am
Their worth is priceless
Telling them is cheap
Respect my map of pain and joy
And some remain yours to keep