A mood hasten the dew
here that could beat sadness
with a line in its circumference
that joins like a tangent yet
might appear like an axis
but profane as new moon
that sometimes was shone there
discreetly above the equator
and dIrectly by supreme
known its horizon forever now
when blue skies are subterfuge
if only irony doubt here
this dissonant antipathy reign
today jive in rhyme again.

frustration
worm bores the heart--whistle
the woodpecker comes

frustration
as tea's steam, I must learn
to let it go

Who made you the centre of my universe?
Because it sure wasn't me.
Do you think that I want my life to revolve around you?
like i'm just a planet orbiting the sun,
A pair of jeans in the washing machine
Or flotsam in a whirlpool.
I don't suppose you'd understand,
How dizzy I get,
after a day around you
Or even a few moments.
How I can't keep my balance
And the world sort of tips
till' everything is inside out
backwards and all mixed up.
Except you.
because for some reason
the only stable thing
in this topsy-turvy world
is you.

An open letter
to those poets
who align
to the center:

                                        When prose sits in the middle
                                         it resembles gift-card drivel.
                                             It cheapens your work;
                                              your use of italics irks.

Choose a side.
I don’t care if it’s
left or                                                       ­                                right,
                ­                                                                 ­ Or center-right
                                         ­                                                     or alt-right­
(whatever that is).

The indecisive
have a lot to answer for
us being                                                       ­                                                  divisive.

Did that centered
poem you wrote
distract you from
casting a vote?

Stop fence-sitting
                                                   ­         in-between
and enjoy a
splintered 2017,
                                            ­                                                   from one side.

Looking up at the universe makes me realize just how lucky I am to have you at the center of mine.

If everyone looks at me at the party
if everyone laughs at my jokes
Be proud, Mama

Never been to good at leaving.  I like to stay put. Seeing others leave is kinda hard to deal with also.  If I do leave its not for a long time.  Crazy how we can see and experence the most beautiful of places.  But you soon find yourself going back home.  My home is not so glamorous and adventurous.  In fact it is a very small town in the middle of nowhere.   But it is home. It is a place that I will always find myself going back to.  

I have seen a great deal in the stars out here.  There are not many streetlights where I live.  This makes it easier for one to observe and feel the sky above.  When I put my music on a new world is seen within this small little town.  I later find out that this little town is the center of all the universe.  Its where it all begins and never ends..