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Normalcy

A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease 
We return to slumber 
In the electric comfort 
Of artificiality that is our lives 
We revel in the false sense of our own 
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between 
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the

Doctors and Morticians

Doctors and morticians
do not exactly work in opposition.
The first do their best to keep you living;
the second do likewise but not breathing.

Each Obituary I Read is Mine

a curtal sonnet

Each obituary I read is mine;
husband, wife, son and daughter abide where 
the records of their lives do still exist;
motality belongs to time's design,
stitching out each minute without prayer,
and you are simply helpless to resist

the imagination of the Weavers~
when will Atropos become the slayer,
and with her sharpened scissors give a twist,
putting all your

Missing You

In gratitude for mercy, I softly tread,
For all that we cherished, the words left unsaid.
Comforted by knowing you held me so dear,
Our laughter still echoes, though you're no longer here.
As I sit in reflection, the memories flow,
The weight of your absence, a heavy undertow.
Yet in sorrow, I find strength, a promise divine,
That one day in

I Miss The Crab Apple Orchard, And Pretending To Be A Knight

Life has an odd habit 
of making you miss 
old street curbs and 
stop signs. 

The street I miss 
the most, though, 
has to be the cross 
street between the 
crab apple orchard 
and my friend 
Jacksons 
house. 

Something about that 
place felt infinite. And 
something about sometimes
friends feels greater than 
sometimes. 

Would I go

Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation redux revisited

Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... redux revisited

Upteenth instance where yours truly
experienced assault upon hindquarters.

A worse hellish fate than perdition
and the closest in the throes 
of agonizing death scene rendition
stabbing sphincter muscle spasms 
wrench yours truly 
analogous to contortionist,
who presents convincing torturous scenario
even absent primal screams
readers or eavesdroppers
envisioning his twisting and writhing 
as if body frankly

The Last Song

Within a circle of emerald peaks
Where memories stretch a million miles long
Whistled through bright black plumes and golden streaks
Wherever life exists, it sings a song

Blessed Kaua'i, where the 'o'o reside
Lonesome haven for that endemic race
A frail and fertile ground for doom to ride
Pestilence brought forth extinction's embrace

Those wooden whales passed on a host of beasts
Cats

Silence

Silence is the absence of energy
No vibration, movement, or synergy
Nature muted, physics frozen
Molecular loss of motion

Stillness, cessation, yet more
Peaceful quiet we adore
Or the calm before the storm
A meditation to perform

Tranquility without a note
No rhythm or tempo to denote
Without melody or harmony
A sad musical larceny

No instrument, no voice to sing
No string to pluck or bell to

In Remeberance Ruth Grasby

Shes been called home
A mother a grandmother a great grandmother
Shes been cleanse of all the pain
The sky has gained a bright star
A light like no other
She was the oldest and some may say the wisest
She took care of all she loved
An angel like no other
With a pressence no one will ever forget
Kind hearted and gracious
She

Painting the Sky

when i was a kid i used to draw a blue line near the top of the paper
that was supposed to be the sky
it started off being thicker in some places than in others
but as the time passed i started to add clouds
and draw inside the lines
the older i got, 
the more realistic the sky became
then

Luxury Item

Just how long does a steaming lobster sob? 
How terribly do boiling limbs and guts
burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts? 
When does its sweltering heart cease to throb? 

On who’s authority do humans rob
that creature of its life? Have we the rights? 
—the rights to cook a living being? Nights,
(countless), have I questioned this brutish

What lies behind the key

You asked me a question without saying a word.  Could I ever love again?
I couldn't find the answer.  should I ever want to?  The words that escaped my mouth. then you asked them to show you things you already knew to be true. So I obliged.  No deflections or misconceptions to

Murder in the first degree

I can feel it crawling underneath, underneath my skin today.
Why should I even care now? its murder in the first degree.

You, you're not the person i thought you claimed to be.
why should i even care now? Its murder in the first degree.

Now i can hear it calling for me. From the land of makebelive.
why do

In Memory Of My Lost Loved Ones

Standing here by the shore
Far beyond my long gaze
I see the earth and sky closer
My memory turns into quiet sea
That reflects through generations
Every thoughts I have is all
For everyone I dearly love whom
Like dew on grass - pure, sincere
And filled with light but now long gone
Time slows down to let me whisper
To my ancestors in

Mrs Moore

O!
Same place, same time
morning chill and cracks of sun
curled in dark doorway
her shape, her pulse same line
Same doorway she calls her home
‘tween supplements west and bath bombs east
colours waft and mingle, stenches wrap
early morning baking under all
Breathing rasping cocoon of red cloth
silent breaths thru curved teeth
flicking thoughts, cloudlike slip ear to ear
passing dreams, rapid cut,

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