survive

the first
first of many years
where didactic methods are called in
in to question the madness
the indescribable method just is
is just what is necessary
necessary for survival
survived all
all roller coasters
of emotions
and fickle fecal matters
offering honey in exchange
for vinegar
and the number slipped
the number of clone worthy
little people with hearts
and smarts
products of headstart
spark the loquacious in us
that on average is taciturn

we wait our turn to
excrete numbers 1 and/or 2
depending on the nerves of it all

on ones and twos
we play tunes
from genres
that help us Bobby Brown
because “We have to get away.”
making instructions more simple
simple than A,B,C
name and list
just jot
and plots
thicken at the end
survival is based on
living to tell the tails

God bless the spouses
that house
the teachers
who’s careers are an oxymoron
and in another society
would be more appreciated

but we did survive.

Survive

love

love has never been shelved
never ceases
to send winged
babies
adorned with golden
bow and arrows
full quiver
on hopeless trails
unveils
tails
tucked from the frightened
fleeing
embraces
triggering
chemical imbalances
the balance is
a desire to have
to hold
cherish
marriage
touch
fingers interlocked
tangled
from towers
that tower
above all
hatred
and sickness
and disagreements
and difference
and the malice
of irreconcilable
and anger
and generations

love has never been shelved
it makes itself known
avoiding
ambiguity
and all
altered
acts
affecting
its reputation
it screams
and whispers
in the same phrase
and we all hear
we all respond…….
eventually

impression

my mind has peeled
and lightened
until weight loss
has removed
impressions
of me
on minds
molded to here
exist
molded to hear
process
the sum of my experiences
plus cohorts
plus friends
and cinema
at pinnacles
can’t cine
max
for the enjoyment
of the lost
of myself
in fiction
affixion to
the weight
the wait
of glory
to come
outcome
impression

Impression

ships unmoored set sail
adrift
and swift
with intent
clouded
challenging
navigation

nautical coordinates
foreign
not legible
speaking the same language
different vernacular
that of time travelers
unraveling
the code of the balance
of pyramids
plotted
prior
to protractors
and pencil marks
spots
……..someone forgot
but will remember…..soon

catapult

silent

still

stance

poised and praying

prepped to hear Jesus

while artist minister

to me

and my heart

their art is

resounding

this sound thing

clamorous

Christ speaking

me not hearing

 

a sudden jolt

causes a flying sensation

circus

canon ball

slingshot like

 

arrow

quivers full

each awaiting

moments like this

the jolt

catapulting us

to destinations

destiny

graciously

even when we are not listening

 
Catapult

chip

say it with me

“this chip too will pass.”

shouldered

not calibrated

nor created for

capacities excessive

 

excess is

heavy laden

with the blatant

tags

like graffiti riddled train cars

that were once blank canvas

 

unearth this

pebble’s  origin

or again

rehab from

rotator cuff

abrasions

 

 

bald

my follicles have given in

and bought into

this thing called genetics

today

the trap

that hair

would set

for raindrops

aiming for forehead ambushes

is absent

 

a single drop

perfectly plotted

and placed

with the plight

to damper

and dampen days

 

a chuckle

while wiping

wet whiskers

wards off

whining

realizing

I am still

happy

 

 

suffice

this will suffice 

like fried pickles 

tortilla chips 

and avocado dip

check light switch

play flips

to counter an ambush-

meant 

for disruption 

and the causing of eruptions

implosions 

no doubt

spew hot magma

through cold veins

cold rains

November brings

July brings

July flips 

the switch 

that turns 

and turns

off suffice

and turns

turns on

my dreams

back on 

pen drop

drop the pen?

it depends on

abilities to read

poker faces playing the game

hard to read

but shorty’s twitch

is a recognizable itch

to make the innocent bleed

and leak 

like mother’s eyes
so I will 

I will drop

more words than 

kids drop empty shells

from gun pops

with potatoes

that silence gun’s pop

giving sides 

of fries 

with that body
erased black hearts
to heal black hearts

these words are chiseled 

stoney to the touch

touch ink

wet for fingerprinting 

shorty with the itch

the itch to mimic dad

amidst dad’s advice

hearsay 

never lived

I will write

and live 

and live to write

what dad meant to

Descend

holster your weapon

descend from the high horse

and ascend to the region 

of legends

they are speaking

after observing

and found solutions

to age old mysteries 

and they are simple

so simple that not even

trips on high horses

Spring courses 

online

on line

could confuse

or make crooked

if morsels of humble pie

become tantalizing to the high

in mind

Descend