The bonus layer of filth
Coating the experiential asphalt
Native to this smitten land
Where you either
Accelerate or exacerbate
For the bulls run hard here
In clever, desperate ways
When stacked two or six to a room Hoodies line the highways and runways Because bad hair days
Attempts to stay warm
And inconspicuous strutting
Make sense for this first dew
After a Christmas sunset
Humanity yawning
Some obligated to grind
As the sun turns again
To wonder
Where wander is the most
That many can afford.
(12/26/17)
Categories:
reseda, christmas, city, conflict, crazy,
Form: Free verse
I know I must cover half the land
in my reseda green blades.
I know I came first, to enrich the earth's dry sands,
and to prepare for the beginnings of man.
I watched the trees grow giant, all alone
watched them stretch, heard them die and groan.
All this past I have lived, and I am tramped on, ignored,
"Outdone" by boastful blooms
that have over time been planted around me, a-top me.
That have stolen the sunlight that dapples my plains
And have quenched their thirst with what was supposed to be,
my rain.
Stargazers, lilies, irises
Bleeding heart, columbine, Hyacinths.
Gaining second, third views
and careful tending to.
When I am merely watched by lazy clouds.
Humans dig their sharp heels under my long blades,
And even then! They mow me flat every few days.
Further still, I endure their picnics
suffocating my soft fields.
Watch as he hands her a bouquet.
Ah! what a pitiful charade!
Then I silently mock the flowers that close every night to moonshine
while my strong green grasses dance all the time.
Categories:
reseda, betrayal, environment, green, jealousy,
Form: Free verse
meteors
shooting stars
the Pleiades
Orion's Belt
the Little Dipper
the Big Dipper
stars
galaxies
the moon
satellites
police helicopters
sirens
a bullhorn
time for breakfast!
Categories:
reseda, humorous,
Form: McWhirtle
Lots of haze in the skies
Coupled by the haze in my eyes
Cataracts, damn it. Cataracts.
Trying to see some meteors
August is when they hit our shores
(Metaphorically speaking.
I know they don't hit any shores
and anyway, there are no shores
in Reseda, California.
It's just a clever way of saying
that my corneas are playing
havoc with my sight.)
But in spite of all that trouble
I still see some bits of rubble
flying through the air.
Now they may or may not be
part of Perseid's annual spree,
but they'll do for now.
Categories:
reseda, age, nature, sky, stars,
Form: Light Verse