Thank you for remembrance of waves of breath moving the tops of fragrant evergreens,
Thank you for humidity rising from green green grass dragging
My limbs down into
Weakness.
Thank you for the song of mother birds correcting correcting correcting their children who reply
With one note as all children do.
Thank you for walking with me today.

Catches your eye

On the sly

Wants to know why

You eat pie.

"Why you eat pie?"

I paid the rent for an 18 year old living with us

And oh my the rending was great

But there has been no rendering of the account

Because my mom couldn't comprehend that I had been rent

In two.

Years passed until one day as I was driving home from an account

I imagined my own son, at 18, splitting a four year old asunder

Who deserves my love?  The renter or the rent?

That moment I marked his account:  "PAID IN FULL"

and only then I could render an account and finally comprehend

The story's end.

It's blackout
Look!
Peek behind the curtain
It sure is blackout

Playing with toy soldiers
Green plastic
destined for the landfill
Blackout!

Empire State Building
Blacked out.
World Trade Center
Blacked out.

Playing behind curtains
War.

River
riven
flowing
given
enter
Satan
**** a
nation.
River
riven
Satan driven
Enter
Life
No longer riven.
Please give Giver
Please flow River
please return Satan
To the Giver.
Set us free undamn the river
Set flow the river
freedom
deliver
who we
were drawn
back to the Giver.

Green
Blood artery flows
Jagged rocks on bare feet
And wide open blue skies
A path, well-worn, brown dirt lined with high grass,
A daisy bouquet offered
By
a motherless faun
Left looking now it rains
Refuses shelter
Frightened defenseless yet defending
With cries that won't hurt me
Follow me? - I'm not mother
Enter my home?
I'm motherless too.

When I know that I can string
that bead next to that bead

and it will appear as art

and you can't say any differently

Because well postmodernism and post-postmodernism

And well, because this is how I experience my heart

So **** an egg.

This is ART.

Pink plastic prickly
Stuck at weird angles
Threaten
To tear out already thin
Brown and gray hair.

Liar!  Or crazy.

A nightmare to the rescue,
A ghost standing right over there,
Don't get in that dryer.  
That's not a safe place to play
Hide and seek.

Liar!  Crazy!

Oh but love and love and
Lovey love.

Liar! Crazy!

*** and coke will make
One run and choke.

Liar.  Crazy.

Mix ketchup with scrambled eggs
Eat, pull hair, look at new baby.
Go through the motions.

It never happened.
Liar! Crazy!

Houseguest to the rescue.
Ghost dressed in
Familiar clothes.

Nakedness, no need to expose.
Garden instead.

You
Thou
Not I
Thou
You
Not I
Not I
I
Thou
Am.

See the shapes with edges that make no sense in
a droll
green painting

Girl sing sing a song
Don't be loud and don't be strong

Let's frame this one with a gilded-golden frame

Stretch the canvas until the angles become soft

and lovely
and commercially purchasable

And let's hang it on our wall
because people don't have icons

they have words
hammered plaster
in bathrooms
"Live,love,life!"
"GRATITUDE"

No let's place the green ******* the wall

And wait for her to talk with us.

RE:  Two choices
Re: Two choices
re: Be weak or be dead
RE:  Choose
Re:  Weak seedling growing
re:  Dead disintegration decoupling
RE:  Um...Do I really choose?
Re:  No
re:  OK, weak it is.

Cash
More cash
A bit more cash
Some cash because you know, bills
And
Could really use some cash
Um, cash
A check
A really good job without hours
And
Oh yeah
Thank you thank you thank you
persistence gets paid right?
or produces character, I don't need...
Cash - not a lot just enough
to
Cover.

The last few hours
Time ticked ticked ticked
Oblivious to the circle
Of change
Initiated by outright
Terror.
Wide awake at 4 AM.
Bright lightnight on.
Hello morning.
Sleep at dawn
To begin
A new day
Tired
Spent
Waiting
For early disruptive evening
Rest.
Tick tock tick tock tick
"please stop watching the clock"
Home.
Bed.
Rest.

In our breath
Closer than our couch
Humming
With electricity
Outside too
But remember not so far
Close
So we want to cover up.
Near and intimate
Knowing every thought
Not a stalker!
Haha! Not!
Closer still
Sensing every sense
Smells our skin
Soft and calloused there
Hovering
Infusing
Indwelling
I'm denying.