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Crossroads

Posted: February 9, 2019 in Uncategorized

Once I had a near death experience
euphoria … I don’t KNOW…
proof of GOD
invention of BRAIN chemistry?

At the edge of my MIND
I experienced motion outward upward
my consciousness left the building.

I THINK I was on a path
to catch up with my SOUL
at a crossroads patrolled by angels and demons
neutral territory cosmic DMZ
where deals are brokered
fate of notions hanging in the BALANCE.

Seems I had an appointment here. 
Seems I’m an old hand at NEGOTIATION.
I should have been BETTER at it.

Since most insoluble problems are unilateral
we CHOOSE the life we must
in order to WORK things out
with or without prayer priests shamans.

So they sent me back
to bring a MESSAGE not a prayer
in gratitude if not faith
the point BEING it seems to continue.

Bent Light

Posted: February 3, 2019 in Uncategorized

Took my share of hits
absorbed more punches than I landed
that’s for sure.

Bones cracked muscles torn
organs abused head blows too
maybe I’m not thinking straight.

Maybe my memories meander
shamble into the maudlin and mundane
maybe my brain by way of injury and poison
fails me my vision growing opaque.

See my life refracted in a funhouse mirror
but the distortion looks right somehow
in this bent light scars vanish.

Crazy Leaves Bruises

Posted: January 21, 2019 in Uncategorized

You became my obsession
grit in my gut churning up metallic gravel
a mouthful of mechanical watch gears
I spit them out every time I try to speak
I cannot explain myself
standing mute before you
broken pieces of time dribbling down my chin.

I could not stop thinking about you
how you vexed and charmed with equal finesse
would not listen to reason
only language I could speak
speak from the heart you said
and when I did it made us both crazy
you perfectly at home with crazy.

Crazy unmoored me
having suckled dysfunction from needy nipples
knowing how crazy leaves bruises
and though I have lost all feeling in my limbs
I am not inured to pain
perhaps the only way I can get you out of my head
is to let you into my heart.

Lonely Tuesday

Posted: January 5, 2019 in Uncategorized

Lonely Tuesday, fan spinning slow stirring up small breezes,
a little tickle in the air, dust motes dancing in shafts of sunlight.

White smoke twirling and curling joining in the dance
a minor key rendition, old time music of the spheres.

Time and place feel unattached to unbidden memory
but I recall precisely: June thirteenth, our new home.

I remember you said you like Tuesdays,
called them the week’s best kept secret.

Lounging in your sapphire silk robe biting into a red plum,
grinning as skin snapped, juice trickling down your chin.

I said I like Friday because it’s an end and a beginning,
week done, weekend a promise, an unspoiled surprise.

Such diurnal idylls make good stories of good times,
love and languor, a remembrance of romance without drama.

I recall another Tuesday, uneasy voices revealing other secrets,
front door slammed shut, footsteps fading out to the street.

Memory Is Singular

Posted: December 15, 2018 in Uncategorized

A gesture recalled in the moment
a kindness I forgot to extend.

Am I the only one who remembers?
How do you not recall each priceless second?

The embrace of an intimate amnesiac
leaves me cold and empty.

This is not melancholy this is recognition
letting time trickle through my dry fingers.

Frantic Spirit

Posted: December 8, 2018 in Uncategorized

Having tested the limits of physicality
having tasted too many flavors
taken too many bites
drunk too much wine

sang too many songs
climbed too many trees
swum too many rivers
loved too often though never well

I then pursued a life of the mind went mad
fell back upon my heart which promptly broke.
My spirit stood on the sidelines
waving wildly to get my attention.

I cauterized my wounds with truth
which offered no comfort.
But wounds heal and though I inflict new ones
my frantic spirit never stops trying to signal me.

Triggers

Posted: December 1, 2018 in Uncategorized

I hear music and take flight
air climbs inside my nose
I fall into a deep well of memory.

Have to remind myself this is the good life
keeping in mind the underlying premise
none of it is real.

          Triggers act as a kill-switch
          a built-in flaw in the matrix
          self-defeat the only exit
          from a self-defeating system.

The clock tocks when it should tick
I zag when I should zig
space between molecules allows breathing room.

          If I concentrate on essence
          and forget form
          I can slide right through.