Stitching, do we all learn that basic,
fundamental civilized skill, stich making:
post needle,
post thread,
post awl and shreds from tendons,

shift sense to Disnifity, a made up we
sewing our shadow
to our old man heels?

Robin Williams, killer ideas, just quit. OK.
Peter Pan Syndrome, Circa 1982 or so
The Wendy Dilema,
and the Peter Pan Syndrome
May be freedom, is a domain,
whence free thoughts, many old and idle worded
ideas once and ever
after filling singers minds, notes,
recorded in the ancient knowing way,
some stories live in tellings, in the details,
sub-routines, gnosis, re-cognosis, life runs on time.

Peace made with sleep, is peace. I agree.
Peace made by ceasing. Stop resisting, let go

let as when one breathes, let that mind be in you.

Finding your whole being in the form of spirit,
no less. Bound to earth due to physical functions.
Center mass.
Outlaw minds, made up from poor man stories,
desperados, nothing
to lose, but youth.

Some of us always survive.
We the autogoverned.
- archetypical noble outcast bull slayer

Believers in the bubble of all I know, you know?
Take no man's word. That's the Royal Society Motto.

In literaturely low places, among pamphleteers,
and gospel tract writers, I formed a character,
a model me, if I were finished, perfected, finalized,
as it were. Alert
to the warning,
once,
to me, beep,
you have need
of patience, followed nearly
instantly, as
in prayer, let patience have her way.
Anatomically correct mannequins made me blush.
Some thing -Barbie Doll Plastic Fantastic Lover
she is every where today,
Big Time ***** Boomer Barbies
from the 20th reunion, to the Fiftieth, nah
did not make it, literally could not afford the trip.
--- 1969-70, winter stretched into Spring
- {times slips as the loops tighten}
- fret not titslings
in the American Macho man's idea of Macho
has always triggered Loki sniggers in me.
Demeter, the image imagine. Illiterate me.
Seeing.
Demeter slung, on the tight turn to the point.
Wombed and un,
we live along the arteries of life,
beside rivers and surfless bays,
across trackless seas of grass…

that could be in the gut of a ruminant,
at a cosmic scale.

I like a good orange
Both color and fruit.
I like a good man
With honesty and truth.
I like a good family
Who laugh and cry.
But I have nothing
I don't know why.

I have no fruit
No oranges at all.
I know no man
None at all.
I have a family
As one should.
But it's nothing like that
It's nothing good.

you are a needed nap in the afternoon
a curvy spine on a midsummer bloom

a freckle on a pasty white back
you are the number one cause of heart attacks

you are a seatbelt in my grandma's car
you are a satellite mistaken for a star

you are a bedside table with sleeping pills
a hook stuck in a fishes gills

you aren't really what you seem
a quirk, a cloud, a blurry dream

if i squint my eyes you're the brightest shape
and when i close my eyes i can still see your face

they say the earth
is made of elements
a whole table of them
actually
but how many times
do we
touch promethium
in our lives?
for everyday chemistry
between you and me
we need
a new table
one that starts with Hope
(H)  
then helping
(He)
then Lending
(L)
on and on
balancing
the equations of daily life
until we reach eqilibrium