Long Onlooking Poems

Bugs are crawling in my brain
I want to go out into the rain
And laugh and sing and dance all night
But mine is not a happy plight
You see, they say I am insane

I say, I just...

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His name was Carson Wetherstrum,
and his childhood wasn’t grand,
his mother was plain trailer trash,
his father a confidence man.

He never knew his dad that much,
and only saw the man three times,
Carson had to live by his...

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            As emotion's embolism petitions
a mirror sea for endless blue transparency-
through oculat lens flare, an albionic estuary 
garden variety of pleasures appears, obligatiry-
in full...

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Intermingled threads of my fantasies pour
from the ink of my love on the bare soul
of the letter I write for you, my beloved
The windowpane sparkles moonlit dreams
And I submerge into my visions of you
You, my...

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The winter wanes and the soul of the water revives.

Reincarnation incarnate.

The Cascades cleanses her cradle of Earth; kissing it's sediments with liquid sheen and sentimental shine.

It's body is a white and blue river; it's scales...

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The new maid, Jo, walked out onto the deck,
Seeing the reclined form of Eric Dvorak.
He stretched out in the sun,
oblivious to everyone,
then leapt up quick, stiffness in his back.

Eric then stared up at a high...

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I spent my day shopping for rubies.
Shades of magenta, crimson, maroon
sparkling in the ocean of my options
as stars which would make me swoon.

The old manager tried his best
to understand my specific details,
yet I couldn't explain...

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Eight authors were killed today,
some of them, somewhat prominent,
and an unknown number were injured,
when a very large crowd of words
came rushing toward them, and 
crushed them under the throng

Hundreds of onlooking readers were aghast
at the...

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The unveiling confusion, infirmity, 
               the stars align with impunity. 
          ...

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Ever had chase fest for a runaway balloon, 
that's going places, underused, under benches, 
high fiving branches, 
becoming a star to the onlooking masses? 

Convenient how it knows, 
that we have each other for a...

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She herself abandoned
her inner self lost to
someone somewhere
in a shower of dreams...

gifts given from heaven
by her shunned...for
these were not enough...

these gentle reminders
yet ever powerful...buried 
pain...

...of how her children came
to be...

the wander of a past
banished...her spirit...

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The trees swayed in the forceful wind
A sharp noise was heard
The child in the stroller grinned
You could hear the chirping of a bird

The owl hooted
A branch cracked
The tree stumps were rooted
The duck in the lake...

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Succulent showers of golden morning dew
bathed my soft coos in pearly rose hue
the day I unveiled from my pretty petals
butterflies singing with naughty nettles.

A blooming bud smiling in my umpteenth hours
daddy's glorious girl in serenade...

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Three girls weathered the Arizona heat
Ranch hands distributed straw cowboy hats
Without them we’d have fallen to sun’s defeat
As our horses bounded through desert flats
Far faster than the onlooking wildcats 
 
My comrades suffering from heat...

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A WAlk In The Park

Can I tell you about a couple total strangers, I
Met them on a walk, only introduction wasn't made, however
We shared humid chill, comb gentle Autumn leaves cascading world
Wind, designing the earth....

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"Sad Lady"

Like
one of
these tears that
freed itself from
my misted eyes, he's slipped away from me.
Oh, that once again he'd caress my face
like this tear which
warmly slides
down my
cheek.

"The Onlooking Man"

I 
watch you,
sad lady,
from my table
and see myself...

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