Is it fair you think those thousand thoughts and tell me only this?

BACKGROUND RADIATION

Patter of millions of
Resting neurons.
Birthplace of stars and dreams.
Bursting into this life,
Making things be what they seem.

Countless spots,
Endless dots.
Seemingly quiet, serene
Bubbling potentially
Making a spark to be seen.

 

 

ROOTBOUND

Trapped inside this life I’ve led,
Turned in on myself at my edges.
Experiences twisted, intertwined.
A mass that knows no freedom.

What to prune, the inward pruning
To grow out into new spaces,
When transplanted
To send new, tentative roots
Into unknown,
To grip, and grow again.

notes

2002

 

WET WOODS

I’ve been through these woods on a bright day.
Been in these rainy days, too.
Heavy wet woods, dripping and brushy,
Every green muted, so blue.
Ah, to be somewhere else,
warm, sheltered, dry,
away from this dripping, wet woods.
Maybe just being with you.

 

 

TRACKS

A trail of turds of rhymes.
We’ve crossed a poet path.
Signs of a day come and gone,
half digested, discarded,
marking the path of some poet,
hidden, and unregarded.

 

Walk in the woods.
Never come out.
Leaf mold and rot.

notes

2003

I was there when the salmon circled the pool,
The driving, longing done.
Back home again,
Remembering small fry stuff.

 

RED-FACED ONE

We can make your face red,
You shameless one.
Your hair will fall and blemishes grow.
The more the wealth,
The greater the fall.

The old religions scramble in death throes,
Bloodying the world.
Right and might and money.
Our plastic swords are brushed aside
As your creed blindly conquers all.

The joke is all on us.
What a laugh!
Following a leader whose only hope is greed.
Ridiculous and silly,
The lying, naked emperor.

Your face is red, your words stumble.
The blemishes sprout on your nose.
Crying mothers have asked us
To atone for them their children
Lost on this Mammon road.

 

Sad Dog Days

Lost dog, Lost me.
Lost you, lost we.
Lost America,
Lost, lost.

These dog days begin,
With ceaseless barking.
We are seeing the end.
Finalizing,
summarizing
the chances we have had.

In spite of the
deceitful leaders,
the sun shines on the leaves.
We see these bad dogs,
But we have lost ourselves,
and America doesn’t care.
We are the lost dog.

The lost dog fades away.
The small trace left behind.
Someday, someplace,
The scent remains and will be smelled on a new day,
Beyond our time.

Oh! The children!
Why have we failed them?
We let these dogs loose.
The worst of us rule.
The best are denigrated.
Oh!
The Children!
Searching for the lost dog!

Sad dog days in North America.

 

TODAY’S SANDWICH
Always trapped between yesterday and tomorrow.
Today with lettuce and ham,
Next maybe egg salad.
Yesterday’s ever greener pastures on one side,
Tomorrow’s slice growing moldier on the other.
Today’s colors bright between.



RAINY DAY DOWNTOWN
The seagull’s reflection from the wet pavement,
Like a shadow,
Passing through a multitude of small errors.


2006
Thoughts are caught up by the
Flotsam and jetsam of the self,
Sloshing with the waves, the breaths.
Distractions in a larger scheme.


Comfort Zone..
This low spot,
Seeking (tranquility),
Flooded with serotonins,
Exchanging dopamines.
Nothing happening.
Not a mouse in the house,
No need for alarm.
Quiet solitude of days with no action, or interaction.
The world passing by without a trace.

Searching for that zone..
Nowhere to be found.
The sun breaks through the overcast.
A flash of happiness,
The clouds quickly obscure.

Saturday morning coffee and smoke
The free day.


Bittersweet Spring
This brief flower
Cast aside in haste.
Ignorant greed blindly scavenging and hording

Bittersweet Spring
Without you.

more than a synapse?

More than a Synapse
With a thick myelin shell.
My memories of you
A biological album.
My placement of me,
Entangled in wires.
Emotionally shaped

as custom would have it,
back in the world of men,
it is customary to act like this.
good customs, bad customs,
good habits, bad habits
untrapped by this response,
let us be free to act outside of custom
and appreciate other habits of nature.

Long have I laid in the shade of the sage,
Watched the blue sky and hot sun.
Heard the voices and the hammering
Down at the spring.

Wishes and wants
Struggles and fights
Gets and loses
Wishes and wants

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