fence’s formidable periphery
enclosed more than I could ever see
I walked it at eight, was still gone by three
the length of this fence has amazed Tim and me
Tim is a bull I discovered along the way
I wanted to ride him back, but he said “no way!”
she was a blur in the water as she dove down through the depths
Sven, a Norwegian sailor was intrigued, having heard her lamenting song
He threw himself overboard, in hopes of being saved by her
she was the kind of mermaid who would have rescued him
If he had not waited too long, but alas, he had hesitated
a blue whale swallowed him up, but quickly spat him out
school of sharks surrounded him, and first mate yelled “Sven!
Grab ahold of this line!” Sven did, but he was too late doing that too.
As it often happens in their territory, the sharks had a glorious dinner.
inviting you too ride
standing over the speeding train 3) to see who would follow
lets see where its end is to come
i will jettison fissures left and
write of lying well-2)an experiment
the species who lost all
e hops over
play with images burning to a curl
my inside smile
as black moves unseen
and darkness sees my voice
so basically we are travelling a thought together
i change lin
es when ever i -1)so i had this whole bit about including you in
will but the end
always comes
just beyond the fool
Stop.
We'll all be old dogs someday
if we last so long.
We'll remember when we were young
and active and greatly loved.
But then one day someone
dumped us off at the side of the road
because adult diapers were getting
expensive and conversations
took us forever searching for our words.
So there we are
on the side of the road, afraid,
slow from age just kind of waiting
for someone to remember
to come back and get us,
while we become increasingly
rattyass and flea-bitten
with muddy poo under our tails.
Will there be
one final round of happiness
for any of us?
Starting my usual job as a school counselor
but in two schools instead of one.
An improbable task. I have done it before, and it is not easy.
Impossible, yet, we step up and do it any way.
Because we have been assigned.
This school district is meticulously careful to not put a specific school
in our contract
So they can send us hither and dither
Sometimes in October after we have been in school
for a couple of months.
Tomorrow will be my first day to meet the staff
at my second school, a place I have never been or seen.
On Monday, the children at this school will be looking for Mrs. A,
their beloved counselor whom they love and adore.
Instead they will see me, but they will have no idea who I am.
Because we have never met.
Mrs. A is well-loved, and has been in this school for eleven years.
This is the first time in the history of my career
of being switched school to school that I am following
a counselor who is well-loved.
I have been lucky so far to follow a school counselor who was
lazy, mediocre, bossy, angry, unknown in the building, or dead.
The other times were much easier.
Painted were her eyes,
Somewhat azure and syphilitic, her heart;
And when I got home I realized,
I'd just fallen in love with a tart(!)
I'm following a dream,
I know not where.
It leads me high beyond compare,
I follow it by night and by day.
It haunts me all the while.
I feel subdued by it.
And, yet I can't get away,
it holds me close.
I'm following a dream
I can feel its touch,
where it leads I know not much.
I'm following a dream
can't wait to reach
For I'm following a dream
I wait; I wait.
Written March 31, 2013
In the shadows stood a figure
Taller than the diggers
Picking diamonds in the mines
Don't worry now I will be fine
Said the children to their mothers and wives
With a journey comes a question
Maybe two and many more
Why they never close the door in the floor
On coming back to where they're from
To the tune of the black angel's death song
That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a blind man's bluff
Lie blind man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel
Some will say what a foolish thing
To go around with all your things
In a velvet knapsack on your back
Walkin' 'round in perfect circles
Just waiting for a heart attack
From the dusty plains of Kansas
To the mining in Peru
And chain link fences lining concrete zoos
Caging in the elephants
On 23rd and 7th avenue
That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a white man's bluff
Lie white man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel
Wind, take my soul away,
Up high into the sky,
Let me soar through clouds of dreams,
On golden wings I fly.
I'm carried by an eagle,
I float atop a hawk,
I swerve and dive the livelong day
Together with my flock.
And then I part into a tree
Above the highest peak,
I listen close for songs of spring
For it's a mate I seek.
I heard a slight, soft, "twitter-tweet"
When through the woods I flew.
I wished upon a shooting star,
Which led me straight to you.
A bevy of gulls in a sea-fowl cloud
In fellowship,squabble,whispering loud.
An American doublet