Written, felt
things that never happened
delved into feelings realisms
only philosophers observe
imagined worlds
of pureness of soft
pelts petted a kitten
took in an orphan
hugged a flower
felt for a bug
flew with angels
eagles and moths
climbed tallest mountains
just reaching for God
or saw visions of clarity
amidst delusions of haunting
reality
fell down at times we had wished
we stood tall
and been heroes when no
one else was around
we have shed a fountain
together apart
to make the deepest ocean enamor
We've and I and you and her
and  him and that dog that cat that flea
have just lived
like that mysterious thing
that sent the Universe
spinning around
just look
in a mirror

arid plains flooded pastures
warm rains on cold mountains
and maybe
the earth is  crying
sick
perhaps
I know the islands are taking a hell of a beating
I sit back
watching the weather channel
a string of tropical storms and hurricanes
one after another
I think we oughta put
a bunch of fans and tall assed
sprinklers on the
west coast of Africa
nip it in the bud
As my wise gramma used to say
break up the storms
before they ever start

I choke at funerals
get drunk hide way back in the last pew
afraid to look the dead
in their state

I quit going when my daughter died
I just couldn't face it
I hope she understands

And I don't want any
memorial
no tears or casket

just grind me into the dust
of which I was made