life is a nothing if a platitude
of discovery and seeing
sometimes things that are not there or attitudes
which are visceral
airless balloons and gaseous
bursts of noxious fumes
as many times balloons
might float
they also fall like we all do
all along the coast the swollen
float as small
plastic residues
no longer beautiful
tides like brooms
sweep the crests the furrows
the burgeoning breeze
cleanses deaths smell and memory
from the sunken swollen
ships
a sailor stands as a ghost
and signals
hail hail to thee

nature examples it in the
golden fields of
rabbit young
outside their burrow
sharpest talons
and softest mews

and in the Africa's vast
savannahs gazelles
in their prime
have no defenses
for their young
against lions

in the cities hard cemented
and ironed
one might think nature
is barred
but look in their eyes
the accountants

as fierce as any hawk as
any lion on the streets
amid NY lights
accountants and brokers
are like
the wild

as any reasoning fool
might figure  
nature it's said is vicious
and that applies
to wings four legs
two legged
well dressed suits
as well

for redemption  mid life
birthday candles
gas ovens and depressions
******

jewels in white chairs
glistening and hard young loves
in nearby beds
as the fumes consumed

words cannot claim a life nor fumes
unless fed by sad stories
and noxious visions
of a spruce forest

and one lonely larch
calling

left out chop chops
to thaw
in the microwave, so the cats can't get to,
forgot till this afternoon,
smell ok,
I am gonna trichinosis out
tonight
with lots of salt and pepper
and a side of french cut
green beans

my young dog pulled her tie-out loose again
Daisy Mae followed Luke Duke out
into the country
followed him to I guess his love nest
in the middle of
the farmer's two hundred acre
corn field where she finally
got the plastic covered metal
wrapped around several
corn stalks
I could hear her baying
from a mile away
come rescue me. Luke Duke came back all
tired and refused
to help so,
I dived into
the field of over my head corn stalks
in August hot sun in Alabama
and followed the howls
row between row
until I found her.
Daisy was jumping grateful
corn silk dangling from her ears
ten or more of the farmer's crop
pulled from the ground
and twenty more firmly holding her still.
She and I  ate corn for a week.

A moment cuffs you in the face
like Newton's overstated apple,
and the evening dissolves
into sharp, steady resolve...
You think about the extra drink you should have drunk,
the song you should have sung
and the man whose touch y so missed...

The Muse had disappeared.
**** Muse.

Every time you try to find news you want to *****,
not just a little, but expel the very core of emptiness out of you,
and you picked a fine time to stop swearing
because there is a man whose feel you have so **** missed...

The stars continue to twinkle across the Northern Sky,  
oblivious to the bouncing of our big Blue Ball,
un-answering dreamful wishes;
though, there are other stars lying closer to your heart,
a fresh start and the barbells below...  
And you realize
life is found in the letting go...

And the Muse reappears, smiles an aching, wondrous, Hello.

now, this century of my long
Dracula existence, where lust for
an urge has become
my blood-
here I have eternity
in dread and lack of loves
for all but
darks and reds in
my mouth,
veins drained
eyes red teeth fanging on my own neck
living is not just existing
I find,
here resting in the sun in my coffin,
I think at times
of wishing for a wooden spike
to **** me dead:
or putting garlic in my drink.