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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.
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.
Beginning to Fly
The sky is cold winter
Wyoming wind wailing
Nestled in the purple
Choking vacuum of forever
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
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
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
Born Shy
I live on the wrong glassy frosted frame side
Of a Norman Rockwell doctor visit painting
And the museum security staff roping it off
Nostalgia Is Like Herpes
Nostalgia is like herpes
The more we get screwed
The bigger the chance
We’ll find a reminder of it later
If I can just get through this….
Honeycomb Pageantry
Her palace collapsed
Like a mini civilization
Amidst flapping wings
undulating in perfect pitch
along a downward,
spiralling trajectory
and a fusillade of rifle shots
No. 13
They are onto us so let’s hide away
Inside hidden fox-holed motel floors
Intentionally mislabeled as room 14’s
We can take respite inside conch shells
And spiraling sunflower inflorescence
Election Day
Every four years there’s this sporting event
Preceded by campaign promises and vows of roses
We choose our bread, circuses and the president
We mark our ballots while holding our noses
The Tigress Awakens 