Dippity do dah
My oh my
Such a wonderful day
Speak the candle
Lighting your divinity
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The Purge
I want to burn it all
The filth. The scum.
The self absorbed.
The haughty. The vain.
The rich. The sin.
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
Labels
There is love.
And a million
words and labels
for the absence
thereof.
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
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
Song Of Fawns
Stained holy the color
A throne for august queen
This vale of hearth
My elegant womb
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
My Town
I’m an erect middle finger to the puppeteer
In valleys full of folks sick of California
Doing their damnedest to make California here
Re: Redrum
A carnival of meats
Creaky carousels of subjugation
of the tortured and sentient
Wide eyed and scared
Naked and bleeding
Braised and bruised
Animal corpses splayed
On dinner plates
Solvitur Ambulando
This is my journey
To this goddamn place
I pace just behind the edge
Or at least what’s left of me
This, my purgatory
My paradox
My gathering
My reckoning
The Staggering Marionette
If my poems had lips they would hide in your pout like secret honey
A whispered cache of melody dripping away in a sea of awkward noise
Men At Work
Curse the tailors
For theirs are the blindfolds and the mask of truth
Curse the steelworkers
For theirs are the bullets and barbwire
Fear Not
Please don’t tell anyone
But I have this secret
I’ve been meaning to tell
You see I am an angel.
Don’t laugh
The Tigress Awakens 