regrettable regret

                          cemented with regret.

empty threats,
heaving with regret,
heart is vehemently set,
yet my mind seeks reset.


expectations left unmet
tossed the dices, a bet
i am forever in debt
prophecies set

                          cemented with regret.

Green tentacles, palm up,
Audibly ******* in sun rays
Round corners, not a single edge in sight
These eye-less beings have more than one shade
Algae-like, in hot nitrogen
Welcoming and rich in chlorophyll
Chloroform, intoxicated
In the face of these blemished beings
They’re flanked by lavender stems
Faces, yes, veiny and real
Upset vine leaves, corroded by rusty attacks
Translucent at the edge, reaching reaching
And in that negative space,
Quiet bees and buzzers, also *******
Here is life, not so still

Waiting......... Waiting........ Endless waiting until  the work that has been done can come to fruition. Trusting in the unseen to answer my wishes and desires. Trying to remain strong and hopeful when the world itself is telling you your mission is hopeless. Is it the world that is against me or my own inner demons and anxieties? Patience is learned through times of pain during the waiting periods of despair and delight.

Look, grand pa, that yoostbe a mega mall.


At the edge of paradise, just there, where those sunflowers,
and mustards are making little canyons for trickles
to form rills and eventually, streams to carry away
all that water can dissolve, though, if I
fret I can
wonder at where the asphalt pitch will be,
it being hydrophobic,
insoluble unless we get some more acid rain,
-- yeah, that might work
over time.
the tower in Babel was mortared with bitumen,
what did the destruction of that edifice of mud pollute?

Nevermind, all the empty malls shall make fine villages,
and where the parking lot was,
there will be a meadow of the sort seen where green
is given back
hope, wait… do you imagine
the earth can groan?
do green things hope? do they grow happy or are they
statelessly happening,
verily being  the hypostatic form of
homeostasis in
the pursuit of life for life's sake, slightly weighted toward
happy state expecting
good, so for common sense,
we use the colors common to life's attractors
green means go
red is stop…
straight edges, where nothing grows,
those say stop, look and listen
?
we all know the warning signs, or do we get those in lessons
along the way,
along the way of course, I knew,
I was testing you.

once the course is mapped though, then we must learn the way,
before we may go outside and play,

that was different when I was a child, then
I thought readily as a child, with no need of grand kids
to remind me,
this is 2020, but some things never change.

blinking like a blade
of grass before a lake-storm
soft but not asleep