hoovering above
American tar tops
gray & white
ballerina clouds
tip toe
touch of green tint
hints rain
fights brewing
swirly winds
shaved red clay
battered ruins
choreographed ice pellets
richocet of landscape
mud puddles
flowers limped
broken stem paintings
sheding gloom
pushing up daisies
worm babies ditched crazy
antenna beetles sigh
staring larva babies
eye to eye
marching ants
drum dance
candy bar
lunch smorgasbord

In a world
That seemed
To show no mercy

I folded in upon myself
Like a sink hole
Or a slow motion
Car wreck

I chose my own
Pitiable company
Nursed my unhealing wounds

But self-understanding
Carried its own
Shards of contempt

With my habits of mind
The ways I spent
My exhaustible time

I couldn’t help
But realize
That more mercy was necessary

And so
Like the bud
Bursting out of the flower
The branches leaning toward the light

I am an unknown address
a cut and paste from me to you
solitude to solitude
an immense intimacy
of intimate immensity
a primitive pleasure

this language of the gesture
sometimes defying convention
dissolving the literal

moving from eye to ear
to inner ear
to inner eye

the reader and writer
albeit short;
a marriage of sorts

when I showoff my work
and the response is "so what"
should I become a scold

when no one senses
my wicked wit
should I become annoyed

when the less of depth
receive all the praise
should I begin to seethe

or humbly admit
(with a nod and a wink)

"maybe,

-just maybe-

I'm not as good
as I think"

bean soup
biscuit bread
chicken noodles
salami head
cheese whole
turkey roll
cracked wheat
stacked honey meat
spinach leaves
lettuce strings
tomato rings
pickle slices
marinated spices
mustard dip
mayonnaise lips
quarter tips
Swedish fish
strawberry licorice
luncheonette
cabaret

what will you have
soda coffee or tea

just water please.

We can’t see mines
So too our minds
Are buried
Waiting to explode
With just a brush
Of the lips
With just a suggestion
Or a question
The world can be
Set ablaze
With war or peace
The tongue
Like the pin in a grenade
Detonating
The beginning or ending
Of love

This is a day
Of both laughter and tears,
A day that plays on your
High hopes
And deep fears

A day set apart
For your neighbors and friends,
It’s not Opposite Day
But a day we pretend

That we purchased a yacht
For that trip to Cancun,
That we saw Donald Trump
In a hot air balloon

Where we get spinach bagels
And call them donuts,
Say we’re off to the golf course
But then stop at putt-putt

Last night some real God came to me
and said
ole man
I shall relieve you of all your responsibilities
till then the next three months enjoy humanity

as after that you will roam about
in my vast endless Kingdom
no clothes needed

you will be bare merged with ether
your fragrance shall spread miles
in your imitable style
no one will be able to see you
all this while

but for the next 562 years
you will replace
Shakespeare

Dust is what I think of when we pass away
Parts of us before our time, and then all at once
I love overthinking, seeing parts of me gone

And why are belts tightened and hearts working?
We work very gladly to send another layer away

The simple analogy is meant to do whatever
Whichever the reaction, there’s the meaning
I’m. A. Goldfish. Dammit.
See what I did there? If you didn’t, that was supposed to happen.

The cellar door squeaked in the night
The sound of terror traveled till dawn
Not a moment of silence enter my thoughts
As the stars twinkled and the moon shined..

I got up every so often to watch the stars
For fairies and pixies stopping by
Spreading pixie dust everywhere
Hoping to see a spaceship hovering near by..

I'm usually on my MacBook creating videos
Not tonight the sound of a cellar door
Squeaked momentarily had me mesmerized
And the sound of terror traveled till dawn..