On this day in May, it was slowly turning into Summer
What a relief after a long, cold winter
My fan had become my best friend
And I loved to wake up and open the shades in my kitchen with the sun coming in
I cried a lot because he wasn't there
Left with only the memories of yesteryear
Wishing I could bring them back
And have the love and support that I used to.
Laughing in the waters of Santa Monica and Mazatlan
Like, when was young, I wanted to do.
I was thankful to be alive
To hear the reassurance of mothers
When their babies start to cry
To be grateful for my writing table
And be thankful to be able
To wake up and see the sun
And know that God's work is not done.
Categories:
mazatlan, anxiety, appreciation, beach, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Met the squint-eyed oracle
Puttin' down the trowel
To the new Delphi
'Cause his tongue got stuck
On circumstance
Claimed was struck
Epileptic-ally divine
On a highway back in Illinois
And just grazed the viaduct
If only a priestess with shorthand
Would live in a camper in Mazatlan
He'd write the link 'tween Jefferson's dream
And Lincoln's
Quite willin' to play first chair messiah
To a new civilization
Provided we're all in the audience
Did a stand-up routine
Two epics long
Of daring do over Burma
Time done in institutions
Told of a dozen psychotics saved
By what's called his
"Radiated Presence"
Each broken reflection's of self
Wondered off wavin'
It's time for lunch
Categories:
mazatlan, confusion, history, imagination, introspection,
Form: Free verse