I fell in love
With silence
That lingers
No straight jacket
Restricts
This pen

My mind
A kettle filled
with boiled words
I wait for society
to stop stereotyping

I have not morphed
Into a lab rat
Of society
that judges blindly

I grew into
a wordsmith
that eases
anxiety filled
guts

Through ink
honesty breathes

Her wish to go to church eternal
Granted finally by pulmonary accident
Attack on battered heart sent shocks
Sugar level assisted a flushing flow
That which numbed the brain into a coma
Seven days in counting, breathing stopped
Madam Elsie, our mother, is dead

Bedridden by incapacitating illness
With days of worthy services behind
She wanted an end to her unhappiness
To stop the pains of a suffering flesh
Of lonely unproductive moments
And of the strains she put on her brood
Madam Elsie died to free them all

behind the lush dark of blind
night breaths
sweet and capricious

there is a whisper of clouds
and the harsh pinprick of stars
glittering

softness gathers in the folds of
dreams this intricate
gate holding a gardens worth
of suffecient satisfactions

and patterns sleeping
in the secret grass

On the Crystal slide
anyone can ride
if your calloused enough
for the lines that follow

I'll never get my fill
and can taste it still
one look inside
other girls forgotten

Yum Yum sweet Crystal's sex
that overly addictive sticky mess
her fine red hair and creamy skin
watch out boys, my turn again

we have persevered
along stormy paths

felt the crunch
of indecision underfoot

seen wonders bloom
a kaleidoscope of color

but this is. . .
the summer of change

against a backdrop of clear azure skies
we have embraced winter's choice
released uncertainty on a breeze
watched the beginning of another life

amble along a walkway toward tomorrow

.

jostling in the sheets
like a circling dog
conjuring sleep

flipping pillows
hunting for cool
buttressing knees
elbows, and toes
still, the sweet spot eludes

its going to be another long night

surfing random images
no redeeming theme
scattered flickerings
shapeless as the dark
what could it all mean

this streaming nonsense, my life

a very long night

it is morning
the night not yet
ascended

in the ocean
whale song
and the river
breathes

there is madness
and survival
death and Afghanistan

I meditate on these things,
life turns over another
page

Love,
You are here with me

the peonies burst with flame.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0gC4SH1Bqk

we are an archaeological dig
slowly filled in with used-up things
teeth too dull to bite flesh
orgasms that fail to manifest
from your too high or too low
state of mind

our wrestle with it-
life, love
is the cat smashed
on the highway, broken pencils
slivers of soap, hair, gristle
old tv shows we watched with
eyes like blind blackened
light bulbs

I look at the sky
starless in its ebony light
searching for the one
known by the name
written in my soul.

I see you
out there all alone
and I call your name
the sound traveling
through time and space
reaching its intended
goal

Then like a breeze
Sailing upon
a moonlit ocean
whispering,
paint me a picture
with your brush
of words