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Rebirth in the Heat
The heat wave is impending Surely, inevitably, I suppose It’s exhausting, the thought of it, Its dominion Its sway The Sun, though, is the real culprit Beautiful and dread, its rays Filling me with Life Love Longing Promise and possibility … Continue reading
Sweet Dreams of Ice Cream Scoops and You
When sweet dreams of ice cream scoops Slide from sentimental to erotic and My feelings glide and ripple back through time and space To you, a you I never really knew But for a shimmer of a connection A persistence … Continue reading
Waiting for the Interstellar Firebird
Like a black hole in my belly The gravity inside me tugs me into myself My muscles shudder as they resist the collapsing, The compression, the folding in upon myself Mental, physical, emotional energy pulled Down, down, down I close … Continue reading
I Hear the Sirens
The ambulance rushes by To someone else’s emergency The sirens of urgency bring My troubles into context The troubles in my mind Some real, some imaginary Will the sirens come to me when My troubles spring to life Who will … Continue reading
Bending with the Wind
The long grass along the boulevard Bends in the wind Tips touch the ground Up and down It is going to seed Seeds that will fall when the wind blows That will scatter and flee Onto the cement and asphalt … Continue reading
My Focus is My Own
My voice falters Physically, mentally, emotionally My vocal chords tremble, atrophied from disuse My mind’s signals are weak Split into too many isolated threads Each easily snapped, discarded and discontinued Bombarded and sliced and shredded By a society that insists … Continue reading
Spinning to the Beginning
I spun this morning, You know, In Circles. Not metaphorically, but actually, physically. I was dizzy. Being dizzy sucks. Like being light headed, which sucks too Because it reminds me of fainting Of which I have done plenty. And yes, … Continue reading
I am Possible
The sun shines. I am happy. I am distracted. The pain subsides. I am possible. But this distraction is a diversion. An easy external addiction. Better to focus inward. Escape within, on my own terms. To be possible. To know … Continue reading
Navel Gazing
I’ve never been much of a navel gazer, Finding that the color of the orange doesn’t lie And truth is not always the friend I am looking for. Now there’s depth in that if not meaning. I tend to finish … Continue reading
Train Cars of Life
Train Car, train car, train car Counting the cars pass by Though I really can’t count So perhaps I am just noting Their passage through my life An ability to observe but not quantitate I simply feel they are going … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 