alone together
we travel far by cars, boats and planes
so intense notes may unravel a name
only to fence up with remote pretense
entirely misfed in an asylum of social disdain

gravity is so long farthest
no matter the shuttle climbs its sharpest
beliefs and feelings have no downtime
virtual thoughts ebb across in bytes of prime
conscious uncoupling, our present no longer chimes

we play saint to inner longings
yet only acquaint in outward belongings
illusion distilled can bring godly divine
and blissful reality sometimes entwine
but rewinding old drills is dismally unkind

would not we shatter one forty to bits
rearrange this sorry state of earthlings' orbit  
mould it fast before the deranged propriety
what loss to not awaken to a safari of sobriety
altogether one.

Pablo wants to do with Matilda
what spring does with cherry trees


He longs to perfume the room
with a lately-opened bloom
when life gifted him lemons
not having, but making heaven
the best of everything's given

The milk in the fridge will whip
into smooth china silk
soon licking the dry lips
She didn't cry over the scalded milk
like he had with his love spilled.

She chose to chocolate fudge it
those essential ingredients
expediently leftover in the grudging shelf
pairs so well with plain vanilla
chemist says it is pure medicinal

Fella won't know what he's getting
from life's chocolate boxes
hidden beneath few good rocks
birds, beauty and not a beast
If only enough is as good as he feasts


Paula wants to reveal with Matthew
what autumn does with maple trees

The body has life and death
True self does not
Attain true self

Attach to the head, hand
the face, bone, looks
they are body, not “I”

True “I” has no life or death
only pure broth of essence
Simmer it

Man throws a bone  
A dog runs away with it
Truth is within sip

When the moon shows up
and the tide comes around
wild waves hit upon her
blinded sights and sounds
she gasps for lifelines
bobbing in whirlpool  
he didn't hear the breathless grasps
for crying out loud!
nowhere for righteous strife
he dug his graves with
immature misbehaves
drunken dreams has sunken  
even if compassion has cooled
she remains the great recliner's tool
loving herself
so she could never hurt others
time to put him out of source
and cast her last remorse
for mortal of his fate and force

What would he live for
if not for the letter to the customer
that he's forwarding the quote to
for a happy client is a happy profit
that he brings home for bacon
is he less of a father if there is not
a duty to perform for his family
is life meaningless if he didn’t work it?

what would a student live for
if not for the exams she's to ace
reading papers on her own volition
for quaint mathematical equation
that she may bring home a graduate  
is she less of a daughter if there is
no honors returned to her parents
is life meaningless if she didn’t learn it?

what would the couple live for
if not for the dreams they’d backpack
into future unknown as flights await
to enchanting a relationship
that brings rejuvenation to ruts
are they less of a couple if there is no
time away from the humdrum
is life meaningless if they didn’t travel it?

what would the barista live for
if not for making beans behind counter
to gay customers delighted by beverage
for which he is paid a salary to stamp his
tuition by an overworked single mom  
is he less of a barista if there is no
fees and books he’s to strive hard for  
is life less meaningful if he didn’t brew it?

what would a baby live for
if not for mommy’s milk bottles, hugs
kisses and adults’ gazes to nurture them
to crawl, walk, jump, hop scotch and cycle
to witness a blossoming  into full adolescent
is the baby less of a child if there are no
9 months to cross and milestones to check off
is life meaningless if it didn’t grow into it?