Mistmind

words slip
in and out of thought
tickling inspiration

then drift…

overwhelmed by their source
they unravel
wisping away from grasp

probably just as well…

takes more ink…
than currently in possession
let words refill the bottle
while energy supply refreshens

Poetry Day #10

I get so lost sometimes
watching as the world burns,
as centuries of Culture and
Heritage, human lives, are destroyed
for no reason other than who
will be number one among
the billions.

Our world burns,
it cries for our help, our decision
to act and honor what remains
of humanity’s decency, to cast
out the i…Read More

Glutton…

they used to tell me
it looks like I’m hunting trouble
leaving them thinking I enjoy the drama

I get it…
I do
I can see how it might seem that way to you

but that’s not it
I’m not chasing more of the same
same shit different day
I actually prefer peace and quiet

it’s just…
I’m used to my own darkness
…my…Read More

April 9th — The Breakthrough of Impossible Realities

April 9th does not arrive.
It erupts.

It tears a seam in the morning,
a thin, shimmering wound
through which light leaks sideways,
as if the day itself
has forgotten how to behave.

This is the day of breakthroughs,
not the gentle kind,
not the kind that whisper
you’re doing fin…Read More

CRAVING DESTINY

“…… Our hearts and our minds
they’re one and the same
cause you are my kind.”
~~ Santana, featuring Seal (from the album “Shaman”)

Long ago I came to see
how I needed you so;
how the gate and flow
of your textured red legs
would bend and go
on forever filling my mind
with world conquering adventure.
Y…Read More

Dark Honey

Your desire
is slow and thick,

dark honey
dripping
from every glance.

You
 trace
  my spine
with deliberate sweetness,

each touch a question,
and a claim.

I melt into you,

into the warmth
 you draw out of me,
  drop
  by
  drop.

The Old Man at the Window and the Immortal Cats

April 8th arrives
with the hush of a page
that turns itself.

In the big window
the one that frames the world
like a painting too honest to sell
an old man sits,
chewing a piece of old bread
as if time itself
were something he could soften
with patience.

He does not speak.
He never…Read More

Atmospheric Compression

sleep…
we parted company…for the most part
a while ago
snatches of nap here and there
but a full night’s sleep?
…very rare
disrupted by dreams and thoughts
as I stare at the ceiling
and toss

maybe it’s only my imagination
(but I somehow doubt it)
the world feels…
heavier?
more dense?
and…Read More

The Seagulls

The cry of seagulls
Has me longing to return
To the solitude

CONQUERING THESE STORMS

“Everyone wants to go to heaven
but no one wants to die.”
**Peter Tosh

Today is so Spring-like,
the air, smooth with freshness,
the grass seems greener
stretching to reach your touch.
And the sky, so azure
it tastes like mountain running water.
Today it is difficult to realize
winter’s hold…Read More

Watch Your Mouth

we weren’t allowed to curse
so she never did it herself
always setting the good example
whenever we repeated words heard…
that we were forbidden to utter…
she’d softly remonstrate…
“now now now…watch your mouth”
but I learned very early
she had an exception
if pushed to full annoyance
(a rare event – she…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXIX

As I glide smoothly across
the ice, as the cold air assails
my face, I feel like I am
flying. Your face

appears under the ice, staring
up at me. You are smiling,
your hands, upturned, reach
toward me, inviting me to

join you in the cold, wet
waters of this dream. I
fly faster, skates moving

like a blur,…Read More

Sensory Memories

“why are you so addicted to popcorn?”

because on Saturday evenings…
when I was small…
(too young to know of more exciting things…
like theaters and urban adventures)
there was a table that became an arena

where board games and Uno took over
and we gathered as a family…
no chores…
otherwise idle…Read More

Conditioned

Back aches
Feet throbs
Vision strain
Headache driving one insane

We came up with the saying “the tough get it done”

I’m done…
We as a society, on the whole
Are charcoaled steak
Extra well, with no tenderness in sight

editin out the madman

I catch him
at the tip of my tongue
right when he starts pushin thru
jam him back down
hand over my mouth
til the noise dies off
and what comes out
sounds like the me
they said could stay

Lighthouse Wife

I married a man of the sea.

Salt lives deep in his bones.
The horizon rests in his eyes
like something he once chased
and never fully left behind.

They told me the war was over.

The uniform folded.
The medals sleeping in a drawer.
The world moving forward
as if violence were a season
that knew how to end.

But…Read More

INK MY PEN

It’s your poetry
That I love
That makes you pretty
I simply think of…

My ink sets on you
To find that passion
That I want to talk to …
Show me your fashion

Black and white
Add some red
I don’t want it so bright
Toast my Texas Bread

A letter to a word
It’s not spelled right
Nothing I ever heard
I’m writing thi…Read More

The Pitch

There is dark
And there is pitch
It’s funny how dark can feel comforting
And pitch is where the nightmares make a home

I see your silhouette in the dark
Envisioning warmth from lips
Sounds that roll like sweet butter toffee off the tongue
And I know there is only one thing left to do

Then there is the pitch
Alone and n…Read More

expulsion

my hands fall off the keys
music still hangin
in the air above me
but my body loses it
bench shiftin underneath me
legs forgettin where they belong

and I drop

knees crackin against the floor
spine snappin
as my head falls back
eyes wide and mouth open
that last note still ringin
vibratin thru my bones
holdin me…Read More

Never-Ending Dandelions

A dandelion
is a weed
looking harmless
even beautiful.
Still a weed
overtaking the grass
choking out
all other life.

Memories of you
are dandelions
spreading rapidly
overpowering my mind.
Taking root in all
facets of my brain
weeding my garden always
with every breath I take
you still live in…Read More

IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS

I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
~~~
I want to…Read More

he knows the sound of my breath
as it catches
hovering over his words
like a hummingbird
imbibing
on the intoxicating nectar
of his expression