life is a movie by David Lynch
with one armed women on the treadmill
deeply hidden intentions and motives
characters that walk just a smidgen slower
their heads turning to keep their eyes on you
as they pass from nowhere to nowhere
long shots of the worlds prevalent decay
and mystery by the truckfull
where the conspiracies
are secret but are strictly followed

old growth forests
are planning their return
the seas know
their demise is premature
the glaciers will be back
bet the house on that one
and the great migrations
will flow once again unimpeded

you got to admire the earth
it has the know how learned
from four billion years
of balance, a true pro
full of surprises and hidden strengths

my strong opinions
seem to make other people
feel good about themselves

just what is the difference
between passion and raw compulsion?

the underlying sense of the un-romantic
that is seen everywhere
distracts
that is why rage is a keyboard
and the joke lies eternal

I surely believe in ghosts
and not much more
they are ‘bout the realest
beings around
they scream the past
they are stubborn
how else to haunt ?
they are insistent in memory
constant reminders
full of tricks
spirits are as boring as they come

the farmer tills the rocky field
his mule pulls the plow blade
there are straps and curved wood
that connect man, animal, machine and earth
until a stone is uncovered
the farmer will work with rod and lever
to remove the obstruction
the mules watches, relaxes
then hauls the stone away to the pile
they then commence to till again

summer
woodpecker sun beams
ferns, different colors
the textures of different tree barks
every tree seems damaged in some way
yet thrives toward the sun
in green leaf

stop for a minute

that’s better
everything’s a bit clearer
count your breaths

acupuncture
does it really work ?
imbalances abound

life spent in dreams
the body needs rest
the brain won’t quit

please join my campaign
against loud noises
anywhere
it is so much easier
to think
minus the din