not keen on the word really, sounds somewhat    toiletry

or

occurring in a natural place/ america, or grizzly big furry

thing

that

may be a myth.

crouch is also disliked for one of the above, and the end.

the synonyms are disagreeable as far as i can see, so

i shall sit here nicely.

sbm.

sound sounds like this in english. sounds familiar.

in the morning,             heartening                 lorries,

mansel davis, north to south and back again reverse

turn.



garden, sounds fresh so early,                           outdoor

noise.      indoors,

the radio plays.                                             brittle.      news

mumbo jumbo of politics.



birds sing.



tinnitus continues,                                                 softer now





sbm.

they killed it.

without hesitation.

it glittered like starlight, fine, upstanding, an

example of kinship, solidarity. dead. they

killed it dead.

it shone with kindness and friendship

so they deliberately made it die.  now

they continue to ****** what is left,

as they have done before.

it was a good thing.it was different. that

is all.

sbm.

serious matter making tea, then dinner.

cake with fruit, later vegetables      with

home made gravy.                           i know

there are more serious things.      i have

done them.                                            a lot.



it is just that

i do not wish to talk about them at     this

time.



jack , a dull boy.



sbm.

my heart leapt, when he said.                                                      his home, he can see the beauty there.

with reality and fiddling.     films it.   forgets the language, passes the garage    and looks to me to talk

of the succulents.

yet what can get better than this, no jealousies, no expectations, no anger,     when none is needed.

when all around us is raging, rain against blind window,                   mid winter. music plays, soft covers  sooth, plain thoughts.

why do some wish for perfection, in all things.                that in mind. there is no formula,no rules, only their own desires   which                                                                                  can lead to disappointment  .

sbm.

so she has suggested that  this god may be a girl, and / or  somewhat feminine.

last week I said that gender is over rated and that I do not believe such things.

we talked of the random nature of everything, and while in agreement there

are still issues between us.

I shall say that if there is a god, who is gender based, may she be kinder than

if there is one now,                                                                                                 is.

and learn better grammar than me, and forget the punctuation.

sbm.

Eroding brick wall
all that remains
refracted, fading
fishermen shadow
red dawn’s early light

brackish still water
shocked violent green
seeps from the desert
to be subsumed
by an unrelenting sea

restless dreamers rise
muscle sturdy pangas
into the churning tide
seeking quicksilver
at the continental edges

returning boats ride low
the shrinking horizon
race to safe harbor
cold beer on ice
under palm palapas

in the restaurant
a young man
shows off tuna
half as tall as he is
to admiring tourists

like me, seeking
the deep, slow burn
salt, jalapeno, lime
a fitting end to this
unraveling dream

Pueblo Mágico
of “no bad days”
walls of contention
in a fractured land
will never separate us

one margarita, two
another raised in defiance
of those who would try
to confine and define
free-range spirits

the Pacific touches
this contiguous shore
from equator to pole
we could catch
a clockwise current

follow Polaris up North
arrive transformed
magnetically charged
disparate souls fused
together bound

.
How I wish I could lay my head
down gently on your thighs,
to make you moan and sigh aloud
and slowly close your eyes.

How I wish I could use my tongue
and give you more than rhyme,
to bring a flush up to your cheek,
of feelings beyond space and time.

How I wish that I could speak
in words of feathered certainty
and so entice your curious mind
to lay down with me for eternity.
.
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© Pagan Paul (2017)