Long Pinker Poems

Clouded vision as I wake up early morning. Just before dawn, so the neighbor's still snoring. Got 2 messages from my boss sounding ticked. So, I got up, took a shower, made my self some...

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They can’t find me for I hide in the thickets
I float faceup,
Lips breaking surface just barely
Kissing the air between my teeth
Is it my time to dive?
To die?
The rocks all around me scream
To be tied to...

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I bought an eighty-inch TV,
just for the box—
set it up like a teepee.
Jump in like tee-hee!
Throw the screen out the window.
Let it crash.
Now there’s an 80” stuck in my lawn,
and people slow down just to...

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Autumn steals the long days from Spring,
The dawn sunrise turns pinker in the reflection of water
And the morning air is crisper.
Was it Autumn that stole your daughter too?

The season turns, the season flees.
In the way...

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Colored pink,
She waits,
Shivery, blithely,
Aesthetically,
You could say—
Low fidelity.

Colored pink,
The milk
She drinks
Misses and falls
Everywhere.
Beautiful, a
Mountaintop
Piercing the
Sky. Even the
Angels are
Transfixed.

Colored pink,
She tries the
New thing while
Rain races the
Sunset futilely,
Sadly, lovingly.
The rain is
Called Juliet.

Colored pink,
She has lace
That she traces,
She misses...

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I begin the trail, to my living Hell
The cold wet ebony darkness , of Death 
I travel this path , as if in a shell
Wondering FOREVER, about my last breath
Unstoppable  sobbing, cries from my...

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a pink sky pinker than any other sky I’ve ever seen
no one will believe it I thought so I took photos
One after another, but none could hope to capture it
For it was more than three...

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The Cicadas sing so loudly
Drowning out everything
Except the airplane 
Soaring, roaring overhead -

But the Dragonfly is so quiet
As it daintily alights
Upon a pinker than pink 
Lotus blossom
Then takes off in flight

In a nearby weeping willow...

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Upon a late spring day as sunny as June more flowers had come to grow in the  dune.  The flowers were pretty one of a kind ; you might even compare them to...

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RODIN’S NEW ICON

Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an old to new generation linker

[Perhaps in stone less pale, a...

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BULLETS
mercilessly fly
BOMBS 
pitilessly fall
MISSILES
ruthlessly soar



shattering their 
helpless "targets"

a screaming
bloody blur of
sadistic slaughter

innocent
bodies
blown apart
by psychopathic
projectiles

death's desolation
hovers over
us in these
dystopian days

judge, jury & executioners
prey on
their innocent
victims
who simply dare
to be in
the wrong place
at the wrong time


The Better Nature...

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