Like waning moons hiding from stars
Pacing inside shadows just barely ajar
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The Chant
Dippity do dah
My oh my
Such a wonderful day
Speak the candle
Lighting your divinity
The Purge
I want to burn it all
The filth. The scum.
The self absorbed.
The haughty. The vain.
The rich. The sin.
1st Day of Autumn
Hope has given way to reality
Peace has given way to war
Bounty has given way to dearth
Dry has given way to rain
The Ice Beneath
Dawn tipped ice and snow bunches up
Drifts over and across, freezing in place
Like the way dust finds the sexy curves
Of history eventually finding settlement
The Shadow’s Playground
What secrets lurk twisting in a storm?
A place for shadows to frolic
Upon shores of abandoned lighthouses.
Labels
There is love.
And a million
words and labels
for the absence
thereof.
Crawling
Like rust falling off
from sickle, scythe, knife
and beyond
Beginning to Fly
The sky is cold winter
Wyoming wind wailing
Nestled in the purple
Choking vacuum of forever
Ready to Burst
Inflation rising
Debt market ballooning
Misinformation proliferating
Covid at a fever pitch.
Song O’ The Willamette
Seek ye sounds and hear the collective bugle calls!
O’ osprey n’ lumbering locomotive bawls
Hear its honking trombone plunger muted feature
Garbled warble like the voice of Charlie Brown’s teacher
Galileo
Like all the famous
astronauts and astronomers
who spent days
peering at the heavens
I’ve stared too long at the stars
orbiting inside your baby blues
to no longer deny that God exists
The Drought of ’22
The body of missing teen found plastered over headlines
Barely mentioned, the lake and its 500 year low waterline
A society that buries itself in fantasy buying virtual land
Will eventually realize that our bodies cannot drink sand
Prosopagnosia
Night and day’s tied faces to the plainly hidden
Double helical wrapped Christmas morning gifts
Opened up like halos when street lamps kick in
The Antihero
I am the undrank cheer
and the spilled champagne
Of the New Year’s promises
that wind up supine, dead
A Love Letter To A Chameleon
Lets revel in this shared Bodhi
Dance forth with wine
And pull the moon
Down over our cheeks
If I Was The Planet Mars
If I was the planet Mars
I’d break free from the Sun’s hold
And escape into the dark cold
Forge a path into the vast black
and never, ever, ever come back
This Muddy Wake
Soon I’ll molt off my sun dried summer skin
And ditch the campfire and beer songs
To a cowboy’s goodbye, a wink and a smile
Knelling his shiny bell and his trusty steed
A sequin stitched requiem fallen fallow
Of Fall’s fraying executioner’s dark hood
New Anthology
I am pleased to announce that my poem Some Kind of Blue will be published and included in a new poetry anthology by Ingrid Wilson called, “The Anthropocene Hymnal: Songs of a self-defining Era”
The Yawper and the Mute
Niches determined by force
Like the gravity of breathing
And the sounds you make
when you dream away from me
Our hand clasped curious souls
crawl from their human cages
tucked under cotton bed sheets
The Tigress Awakens 