SSDD

often we are left to
ourselves in a motionless
thought only to be jarred into
a reality imposed upon us by
an emotionless oaf nudging us
to commence whatever it is we
are supposed to be doing while
they sit and watch what it is we
are doing to fulfill their amusement.

we dance around the
truth of our intentions and sing the
song of avoidance only to
come out of it with nothing more
than we put into it.

often we return to our
original state of motionless
thought only to ponder on what it
is we just did to fill the void
between the coaxing of others only
to find we are still in the same
predicament we were in to begin with.

left to our own devices
we will remain internally motionless while
our bodies continue run the marathon
row the boat
ride the bus
reach for toilet paper
read the same page of the newspaper twelve times.

repetition often leaves us motionless and
infrequently constipated.

Let

Let it love
Sweetheart
Let It love

Cut the ropes
Release the tether

Let it grow
My dear
Let it grow

Water the seed
Shine the Sun

Let it feel
Honey
Let it feel

Reach out your hand
Grab the Ring

Let it soar
Love
Let it soar

Feel the strings fly away
The chains collapse

Let it love
Let it grow
Let it feel
Let it soar

Your heart
My dear
Your heart

Let It Go

Drink perfumed rain
in a free flowing
tremble down
naked symphony of
delirious heart pounding
celestial cascades,

as time shadows swarm
in a translucent
love nebula
on the black glimmer sky,
melting desire and fate
into a delicate
angel burst illumination

plunging
into a vast
deep blue dream pool
lost from
earthly cautions,

it is
freedom, and it will flow,
wrapping it’s tentacles
gently around those
rancid morals
that have led you to
the prison in your mind.

Gone To Seed

Hibiscus
They tricked us
out of four days pay

Carnation
Incineration
burning two worlds whole

Rose
They chose
to lay upon your grave

Lily of the Valley
Laying beside Sally
before she runs to play

Mourning Glory
Where’s the story
we promised Hilly today?

Dandelion
She’s been crying
since the day you left,
for the

Hibiscus
Had gone and tricked us
out of four years and a day,
but

Chinese Lilac
Said they would pay back
all the notions of the lost

Rose
That grows
six feet under into clay.

Outside Wishing In

the trees are starting to yellow in
the late August breeze, still humid as
Autumn walks up the front steps ready
to knock. my best thoughts left
orphaned on a cloud to the south in
the shape of a camel or dromedary, I
can’t tell from humps.

my favorite part of the year well
behind us, we’ll slide into winter before
we know it. there were fireworks
on Monday, I think for no reason, the
southern clouds captured the red and
green smoke and mirrored the
white of the bombs bursting in air.

Those Sweet Words permeate the
dewdrop air, Norah’s subtle lullaby gentle
across the scared wood of my second story
deck in the Park. green is fading into
white lime and dirty brown, the soil wants
to drink, but the sky is thirsty and persistent.

children pass skittish in flip flops
unknowingly casting their vote in the
upcoming election, going home to
suck out the seeds of a watermelon in
front of the TV tuned to the Olympics
in Athens. they’ll watch them swim
laps and hold prizes around their necks,
but mom will turn it back to cartoons
when the women play beach volleyball.

sirens on a "main street" call a halt to
traffic on the wide tar, blocks
from here. central air kicks in with
a click, loud enough to startle the
sparrows avoiding the sorrow of flying
into the southern clouds still laced
with sulfur smoke poison poised to
choke off the vegetation to
the east. this is what happens...

Unbroken

If I could talk to you the
way I wish I could there
would be so much to say.

I hopelessly fumble for words that
disappear into the abyss left over
from the last glacier of pre-formulated and
congealed sentences now eluding the
front of my mouth, I am left
agape and gasping for
air,

sometimes writers are lost for words?

If I could say what it is I want to say I
would lift any doubts clouding your head as
to my true nature and show you how amusing I
can be,

yet,
there is a thin screen of rice paper fog
floating between us
determined to leave a boundary of untouchable
unspoken
undiscovered
countries of common wealth waiting to be shared.

My heart wishes to
cut through the veil but
I cannot let go of the silence
and carelessly destroy
the perfect comfort laying in front of us.

Passing

the Earth makes its rounds and
I am hit by the first splash of
light for the day

a large truck carrying telephone poles rounds
the corner at the end of the block and
disappears between the trees who
ironically watch their brothers
being hauled off to slavery where they
will stand and wait for your call

one passing cloud surveys the land in
search of companionship only to see
a lake of relatives waiting to find heaven and
as much as the cloud tries to convince
his kin to join him
they lay silent and sink to the bottom

the Earth holds its children in small
quarries
loose and forgiving
she rolls them
around in
her hand like marbles waiting
to be shot to
the center to
tumble about her
belly to pass the time

she
will wait for the day when
Father Sun will swallow her whole

Waterfalls (Falling)

the sun gathers shadows
between its elbows

take only the breeze
through your nostrils

follow a trail of needles
from the white Pine
flowing to the water’s edge
where light disappears into the lake

moose drink from the other side
hooves wrenched between broken shale
behind them
more Pine ride their backs

a campfire braids its scent with the echoes
of the waterfall

falling
falling from grace
falling to chase a hillside yonder
spilling onto a canvas ever-changing

spinning into a swirl of a whirlpool
drinking gallons as it flows for miles

falling
falls of Agamok
fall

carry your secrets in clinched fists
past the crickets in the long grass
whispers through the beaver cut
rhythms of conga drums beat within your chest
thumping
rolling
thumping

the constant tribal dance of the waterfall
pounding within you
around you
the circle is complete