They turned me on and off like a light bulb.
Lying in the surgical stage with needles
And tubes wired inside me.
I heard the anesthesiologist say
"Think about your favorite beach."
My mind went to several in a second or two,
And then went blank.
Next I knew I was in a different room
With a cast about my repaired ankle-
A simple job of cut, sew, and staple em’ up.

Once more I walk through predawn light
as autumn stars fade over head
old eyes requiring a flash light.
I could still be home warm in bed.

The old game trail forks right up here
as it has for years gone by.
My destination's growing near.
The dimmest stars desert the sky.

I take the right fork on the path
although it's worn less than the other.
Was it long ago Cherokees' warpath?
I first walked on it with my brother.

when i want inspiration to write poetry
i watch a heaving tempest of kisses
they have a better flavor
than cooking shows

what's prettier than pretty pretty
in pigtails
shaking her delicious
derriere whipped Soufflé?

i'm kissing butter princess
witchy tits
spread lickity splits
eating her
with a big wide shit eating grin
like an open face Dagwood

If only my life
had a weather vane

Growth a clear E
& W
N & S

When I feel like I’m going forward
Someone tells me
I’m falling behind

When I feel like I’ve graduated
I find I have to cover
The very same ground

Like light refracted through water
The "truth"
Juts at a strange angle
Out of reach

Like wild horses
I wonder if it is better
More beautiful and right
Never to tame them at all

Time is a manifestation of the
Human Mind
Once man FINALLY established
that the Sun was actually static
and the Earth went around
then one circle
became equal to 24 hours
‘’Sunrise to sunrise’’

All else is conveyed in the
Modern Zodiac

Hence everything happens in
Phases and natural Time periods
With slight variations
Interdependence on
ENVIRONMENT
CIRCUMSTANCES
and
HEREDITY/ (GENETIC FACTORS)

Time thus becomes the
True and Valid God

there are women who love demons
you can see it in their eyes
like a sick hunger
silence in a straight jacket
smiling limbs on a pyre
staring entranced
whiskey blind
as if marveling
at a howling blood-spattered dingo in a crater
to wander off half-naked into a bush of thorns
fingering barbed hooks for heroine kisses
women on fire who believe in nothing
except their atavistic compulsions

Fossils turned to fuel
fuel stoked fire
fire caused smoke
who's to blame?

some folks say
it's fossils

some bloke says
climate change is a hoax
it'll turn around
show me the scientists
they've a political agenda

whom to believe
asks a child
who has no school to go
because it's been turned to rubble
by hurricane Michael in Florida

A reflection of mind
Dare you look at the reflection
Of that gaping mouth
That gave forth truths

Sometimes cruel words
Crossed those aged teeth
Glowing sickly yellow
Where bleeding gums
Had lost interest in their use

How strained bloodshot eyes
Strained against old dirty bulbs
Clad in cheap fragile glass
Where flys had deficated with ease

Electricity flickered irritatingly
Screaming at modern tubes
Lost in time their story of saving
What is this Martian landscape

it’s a rainy day
and all i can think of is
God watching me disapprovingly
brushing your pink soft feet
against my wet mouth and nostrils
entranced by the smooth curve of your arches

is that spiritual, i wonder
adoring their scent
admiring the cotton fluff
from your socks
white as angels
soft as indigo silk
floating like little puff clouds
on your shapely pinkish toes

your red nails
remind me of bloody daggers
while i bleed troupes of silvered tears upon them