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A deep pit with a crumbling edge.
Far below,
is a muddy pool swarming with crocodilians.
There is someone with me, a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.
I am slipping, taking him with me,
he won't let go of my hand.
We are sliding on pebbly scree.
A gun drags at my hip,
its weight pulls us down
to where green-scaled
and armored reptiles
thrash in a melee.
One mindscape devolves into another.
I’m a visitor to strange
and as yet unmapped streets.
I've lost my parked car
somewhere between many unfamiliar
city blocks.
Home is a door in the back of my mind,
I suspect that behind it
is a child who knows the way back.
A small boy appears,
he is holding a tin wind-up crocodile,
one his dad once bought him.
At his side a long-barreled revolver,
the same type of weapon
I purchased in Florida
in the event of an alligator attack.
Ohh yee
Multicolored feathered luminous
Hummingbird
Perilously perched on the tree ahead
Recently just since landed here
Currently now drawing in such deep breaths
Filling up your lungs with every gasp
Expanding your barreled chest
In order so you can
Sing and humm me
I alone a natural lullaby
In order to show me what it must be like
To fly free above a placid lake
Shimmering without a wake
And then afterwards please promise me
Once you are done and through with me
You will move on
So you can make another person's
Dream come true
And on your way
Disappear behind a rainbow
Leaving a trace and shower
Of a billion golden flakes and sprinkles
Wakes and trails
Hickory Dickory. Can you imagine my shock,
when I saw a mouse in my grandfather clock?
The hands moved until the chimes struck one.
I took aim with my double barreled shot gun.
That mouse squeaked and in haste, off he flew.
I planned a surprise, so when it chimed at two
he'd take a bite of cheese and he'd be trapped.
I saw him nibble, but he escaped; trap snapped!
This went on throughout the day, hour after hour.
I was very angry and searched for more fire power.
In the basement I discovered a stick of dynamite,
and lit the fuse when the clock struck at midnight.
Hickory Dickory. Can you imagine my shock,
when the mouse laughed and began to mock.
"Hickory Dickory. You blew up your own house
and still didn't get rid of me, a little ol' mouse!"
Grapevines flow in gentle lines
blanketing the rich hillsides.
Clothed in hues of golds and reds
harvest barreled wine in sheds.
Dappled light breaks misty morn
blackbirds stir and are reborn.
Spiders weave through branch and leaf
dewdrops glisten, earth smells sweet.
Lone oak spreads its branches wide
reaching up to touch the sky.
Lone cow lingers in the field
bows her head, then eats her meal.
Chill of morn gives way to day
butterflies flit ‘round the hay.
Workers glean the harvest crush
‘midst pungent smells of purple must.
Hours pass as sunlight fades
lengthening the shadow’s rays.
Vigor wanes as strength is spent
hours of labor, time now to rest.
Sunset rays fill fading skies
brilliant color prisms rise.
Luminescent moonlight beams
through fall leaves and harvest dreams.
Written on 11/27/2017
On the beach of the island where we love to take a morning walk…
there…down by the sea…
all alone looking out at the ocean stands an old red mangrove tree.
Over the years she has weathered a multitude of storms…
that have left her branches contorted and a little deformed.
I suppose when I stop and think about it…she is a lot like me
and why this sentinel of the beach is a treasured and favorite tree.
We heard the hurricane…as she departed our island
took the entire beach with her back to the sea….
And with it, we’re afraid, our favorite red mangrove tree.
With a hurricane that took so many lives and homes as she barreled in from the sea
Why, you may wonder, are we upset over one old red mangrove tree?
Because when this storm hit Florida and then up into the country she marched through
every person, pet, house and possession lost…was someone’s favorite too.
So many people are grieving today…over losing a loved one, a house
their favorite photos. pet or teddy bear….
Someone or something special to them…that, today, is no longer there.
It’s an individual and collective grief…brought upon us from this monster of the sea….
symbolized today…by one old red mangrove tree.
she knew all the moves
Queen's Gambit
Sicilian Defense
Bura's Desperado Sacrifice
with her arms wrapping me
we barreled the freeway
racing headlong into the wind
balanced on two wheels below
as free as mustangs in the mountains
abandoned in the moment with the herd
where the only destination
was in the hooves desires
when emotions move beyond
any resemblance of logic and reason
my arms began to leave
their grip upon the handlebars
wings were birthed, expanding in flight
soaring in a vision of Magnificent Frigates
liberty in the thermals, gracing the air
ecstatic and free of gravity
casting fate into another paradise
look, mom, no hands
when came the scream
the slap to my back
what are you doing command
as my hands returned
slowly to the handlebars
i returned the conversation
the universe was out of balance
i put it back, time to think quick
not every move is in a book
of chess
later over lunch, there was the lecture
where bad boys are brought to heel
those stern warnings
you will never do that again
there could be a rock in the path
there could be
there could be
one of those times
they will never know why
or will you really, the stars align
the anger in her face
telling you in large measure
how much she loves you
not in any chess book
it is secret men keep, silence is golden
because sometimes a woman's anger
is her most adorable moment
when you fall in love yet more
where every upbraid becomes a rose
reminding you how precious she is
one of those ways fruition luckily forms
and you get attention, a bonehead move
pays in dividends
like pulling ponytails
not in any chess book
but what is, a most arduous trial
never mentioned in the books
of chess defenses
when the king takes the queen
OKC 7/22
Skull where is your brain,
where inside this abandoned cave is your mind?
Did God leave you like this
your jaw open in that crazy grin
the wind echoing under your cracked dome?
There are fields of skulls, walls made of skulls
catacombs just for skulls
and still nobody has found you.
DNA and carbon dating may tell us
when you were
but your teeth chatter no tales now.
I look upon the scattered scaffolding
and wonder if your house
is now built high in a boneless heaven,
and if that house has an occupant -
a skull of starlight?
Yet are we not made of stardust even now
and are we waiting with bated breath
to depart these double barreled eye sockets
like bullets from a smoking bone-handled gun?
And will we enter the light
naked as hermit crabs into another shell
or must we lay here
slack-jawed and grimacing
blind even to the sky within us?
The day it died
No-the day I died
It was beautiful
Sunlight gleaming
Across windshields
Casting shade on blacktop
Birds singing in trees
Leaves trembling in the breeze
Urban landscape
Somehow exotic
Both familiar
And somehow alien
I recall the foul stench of construction
The gentle laughter of a child
And a random cellphone ring
Kind of off topic
But is there a right day to die?
Nobody pictures
The vibrancy of life
When discussing a grisly death
But I think it shows one thing
Death is never far from life
And life continues as if to spite death
Somehow in this duality
I found myself on that street
Enveloped by the beauty
Of that sunny day
With music blasting
I barreled down the sidewalk
A real man on a mission
In my blue and gray uniform
My hair neatly combed
With a slight waddle
From being overweight
I oozed confidence
Eyes flashing charisma
Like the lights glaring at me
The honk of the horn
And it all went black
A deeper black than I've ever known
On this sunny and beautiful day
My world went black
No more thoughts
No more crippling self-doubt
Nor self-assured walk
No more work
No more bills
No more happiness
No more sorrow
No more me
Except for a snippet on the nightly news
Living on as a memory
Good night sweet prince
Word Lyric for Music #4
”Hearing the Wind in Garden City”
Got off the train at silent midnight,
Standing in the glow of a swerving streetlight,,
Then I heard something fly through the center of my soul,
It was the big yellow bird with black nuns in tow,
One by one the avenger attacked without pity,
But I was alone, hearing the wind in Garden City.
Drove on old Highway 50 at noon time,
Pulled the car into the shade with the Sunoco sign,
Standing in the darkness of the dour men’s room,
I saw the Cherokee killer wearing the lizard costume,
Soon, seven miles down the highway, he will show no pity,
But I was alone, hearing the wind in Garden City.
Creeping slowly down the old oak lane,
I saw the house, and the green unforgotten pain,
The guys tied up the moon and left the sun afright,
And shot four holes through the heart of the night.
Then I heard something fly through the center of my soul,
It was the big yellow bird with black nuns in tow,
One by one the avenger attacked without pity,
But I was alone, hearing the wind in Garden City.
Standing over their graves in the shadows of Valley View,
I saw Nancy dancing in red, with Bobby dressed in blue,
I saw a terrified girl in the darkness, begging for her life,
I saw the guys carrying a blue-barreled shotgun, and a hunting knife.
There is blood on the walls, and innocence is lost,
Four ambulances on the lawn, their tracks are star-crossed,
Then I heard something fly through the center of my soul,
It was the big yellow bird with black nuns in tow,
One by one the avenger attacked without pity,
But I was alone, hearing the wind in Garden City.
It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.
I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.
A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.
I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
He grabbed his double barreled shotgun and I was shot.
He threw my corpse down his well and there it would rot.
When I was killed, I became a ghost.
Revenge was what I wanted the most.
And I got exactly what I wanted.
That man committed suicide after being haunted.
I haunted him for months and he couldn't take it anymore.
He shot himself in the head and his corpse fell to the floor.
I haunt that man's house on Halloween, I haunt it once a year.
If you come to this house on Halloween, you will experience fear.
That man murdered me and when he died, he went straight to Hell.
Stay away from this house on Halloween or I will haunt you as well.