The forest exploded,
fauns poured out
of a blue spigot sky.
They jumped so high
they brushed against Jesús's feet.
Brown streaks of lightning,
(wide alien eyed) so steady even in terror.........
Coyotes must have stirred them.
Little devils, would chase God into hell
if they could pan his golden DNA.
Black muzzles will come next,
with their plaid hearts and orange chests.
Slumped in highchairs made of icy rain.
Sipping chunky-cheap beer between bites of blank.
Dreaming of BROAD CHESTED sixteen pointers
"The wife" sitting home thinking,
I hope he misfires-keeps HIS crown molding promises.
Her wide alien eyes, so steady even in the deep soul
of black muzzled thoughts.
Categories:
highchairs, life,
Form: Free verse
There is a mirror
Beyond a woman's heart
Beyond the image of man
(Beyond your wife and father)
That shows you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still
And still
The mirror can be
The surface of the calmest Inland Sea
Of white time
Which moves so quickly
It appears to stop and still
Reflections
Reflections
Of a lifetime met
Since highchairs became
Stares across the dinner table
Now appearing in your shaving mirror
Each morning
Are not you
But touch and word and play
Reflections of
Eyes of others
Eyes of others
Re-presenting you to you
As they see and feel
And hear and move you
As reflections of THEIR selves
Your mother's son. your father's son, your son's father
Your sister's brother, your brother's keeper
Keeping in these echoes THEIR identities
Folded in the surround protected from
The shattering
The shattering
The mirror can be
Of illusion of force and ceremony
Of bonds and chains and 'sposed-to -bes
Images of custom fractured
Rank and riches crown and king fall to
Nothing
Nothing
Scattered ashes on the waves
And ripples of time beyond you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still
Categories:
highchairs, death, family, mysterytime, mirror,
Form: Free verse