Breath in, breath out
the tide ebbs in, and surges out,
flows and pauses.
Swings and seesaws rock, bounce and rebound,
up and down, in tick-tock metronome time.
Memories tug, get hugged,
then unclasp, withdraw and let go to fade.
Dreams materialize, then dissolve.
Laughter spits, splits, spills, gushes out,
echoes then wanes to abstain in a chuckle.
Hope flits and flickers like a candle flame
blown to quiver by a shaky breath expelled
while trying to blow
the flame of a birthday candle out.
For the cadence of existence
is a hymn tuned by a conductor's baton
a metric dance, set in a tango two-time step,
a soft-shoe tap rap
in between yesterday and tomorrow,
in between blinks, breath holds.
Nestled momentarily on-hold to pause,
in between the tugs and shoves
of feelings, emotions,
hopes, inspiration
faith and desire.
Hold your breath,
for a brief moment.
Take time to take in
all the ins and outs,
and the roundabout twirls,
that surround you,
while you go
with the flow.
I know an ambitious politician
His nose in the sky like a patrician
Looks down on all others
As voters, not brothers
Appointed ‘Chief of Dog-doo Emissions’
The stars break up slowly,
a lifetime of moments,
become strings of revelations.
They are not exceptional, nor astounding,
just doors opening wider in your mind.
You do not recollect the instances,
a river of days and nights
leads you imperfectively,
from starry pinpoints
into cosmic blossoming's.
You got here
by simply watching,
by not damning any rivers
with past and future illusions.
Now starlight is in you, observing,
what will bloom now,
out of
your ever flowering consciousness.
This fashion is in, that one is out
narrow waists with baggy knees
Wide lapels and razor-thin ties
Who knows what will be
Slicked-back ducktails
top off muscle t-shirts
hoping to attract
coy smiles from a skirt
My friend and I dress real dumb
bowling shirts plugging Bazooka-Joe gum
The girls see us, giggle, and flee
Who knows what will be
This is what life’s all about:
We barrel in and totter out.
Along the way, we smile or pout
And try our best to conquer doubt.
We may be rebels or devout,
Remain unnoticed or have clout,
Yet we survive, in flood or drought,
Our whispers rising to a shout
As we fight in our final bout;
Then, like a candle, fizzle out.
Orphans line up
their brown shoes
have yet to learn
to be silent
Drawing with scissors was no great change
in reality it increased Matisse colourful range
Creating in form,so unique
bringing is art to its peak
Coin collecting and prostitution
The two sides of Janus, an institution.
Pancho Villa, Bonnie & Clyde
Billy the Kid, Green Men in Pants
Killers, Murdurers, Abusers
Criminals on the Run
Glorified by the bully hordes
Reflections of watery graves ~
These Earthly Lords
You keep betting at this table without regret.
Seven outs are the only thing you get.
This is resulting in an afternoon full of chagrin.
Just look at the sorry state you are now in.
You have lost just about all of your money.
What has transpired here is not the least bit funny.
There is nothing good about this table for dice.
Those little red cubes have been as cold as ice.
Don't you have the power to walk away?
It looks as if you've had enough of this casino today.
He is outstandingly out-of-bounds
asserted the outlandishly outspoken outlaw
He can outshoot, outtrump and outride you.
He is outrageously outranked, the tenderfoot replied.
But he did feel outsparkled and outvalued.
And a little bit on the outs...
The outsized outsister tried to sooth the tenderfoot
but she was an unfamiliar outsider and not totally respected
So they both ended up being outwitted and outslickered
by the outspoken outlaw who outsmarted them
The outlaw’s outlandish gang outroared their protests
Making them both feel outclassd and out-of-sorts.
four vignettes on silence
I
Muteness broadcasted
hush-hush flaunted
just like a coverall,
silence is a blanket
on human telepathy and intent.
II
It's simple, actions speak as loudly as words.
Silent treatment can be an
autumn breeze,
granting space
cooling tempers.
III
Sulkiness can be likened to
green gall, blatant brooding
and withdrawal characterized as
yellow cowardice,
Passive aggressive behavior exposed.
IV
Cats, life-long friends, co-workers all employ
loving acts, yet silence...
licking, ankle rubs
eye winks, hugs
waves and smiles.
July 29, 2019
Two
Quick
Outs
Lets
Make
It 3
will I be recalled to Detroit
by angry consumers
for defective steering
the headlights er highlights
of my performance to date
resemble nothing so much as a lapse
in the routine of tire chasing dogs
paused to scratch
my brain is dented
the wiring shorted
and caught fire
ear drums got a puncture
and went flat
endocrines are on empty
the lungs sputter
the hoses leak
one headlight hangs out
dangling and blinking
on & off
a beacon for victims of
lost bearings
and poor fog visibility
the leading cause
of that far away look
I exercise my automobile
heel the wheel into turns
like it was fun
and it got stronger healthier
more vibrant
90 mph on two wheels
doors open
skidding through the ruts
rain and shine and holidays
it used to be a wreck
you should see it now
I finally got all the sleep I needed
gonna last forever
I hope you got
the actual message
I have an important message
for man's best friend
humming like rolling wheels at 90
incandescent like a hubcap overhead
listen to this you highway palm readers
the pressure in this tire
is anatomically incorrect
and at four atmospheres
ALERT! ALERT!
all radar units report your locI and foci
on the plan-it planet,
space never got named
by causes and their waiting effects
the secret of death
is to pay no attention to it
I go with the info dear recipient
info in outfo out
if we never meet
tell them I ain't invisible
it may not be much
but it won't be enough either
wheels for legs radio screaming
entertaining beyond abomination
we Febrilacs from planet Nu-Oc
speak our own language,
if monotony generates subtlety
it must be high resolution
because others have done so
is not enough
in zero plastic space
the big molecule
a million moving parts
sonic on the inside freezing out
do we try to figure it out in
here's the secret
amnesia is the root of all comedy
blame it on the invisible
beans from outer space
and their gift
the list of blisters
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