The octopus with
rosebud eyes.
Sparklers shooting
through its pores.
A head with an
opening like an iris.
You move each
tentacle against the
wave like it’s a harp.
You threaten to
turn into fish scales.
You stand
on your head.
So when I fly by.
You look like a sea star.
The waves try
not to open you
like an umbrella.
I sit trying
not to throw out
my philosophy
with the bath water.

Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.

Stores cleared out
Shelves are barren
If you cough
There's people staring

People staying all alone
Because they're hiding
In their homes

The news is stuck
It don't inspire us
All they speak?
Coronavirus!

Yes. It's BAD.
A viral lout
If they're at risk
Folks can't go out!

This is what
I need to say
Don't worry about it!
Kneel & pray!

We're going to know
We're going to see
Trouble economically.

Is this IT!?
It could be, friend.
The straight beginning
Of the end

But there's one thing
That is clear
We cannot be ruled by fear!!

The best thing anyone can do
Is find the Lord....

...let It be YOU!

At night,
aching and alone

I learned how to worship
the glittering fire of my mind

And in return,
it wrote this
poem for me