Night of no Italian florid ballads

Chortle!

Dirnt doo-wop whockah

Drink-real perforated with

tom-tom & thwack rataplan

Pump-a-rum basal popular

& sooo impressive

Sweet barbaric, eerie familiar

twang chihusien wah wah

Whizz of rotten Crestone ethic

Vocally triumphant mum lub dub hackigi-gi-gi

Gobbledygook at times

Bash! Baraaag badum tish!

Gada-gada-gada flog

Then remorseless thwack

Wob wob wooooob breeeaaa bum

brrum brrrumble

Whizz

Rowdy esoteric toot

Raucous-spirited jam in town.

31.V.2021

 

Tell me the point of

human intelligence

Everything brilliant

comes from the Source

Put on our Hades cap

fighting ourselves

Stubbornness

Negligence

What have you

to say

 27.V.2021 

 

 

No matter how this or that

you've picked to be in this life

Your soul is august alike Universe

25.V.2021

 

I watch how one thought

can change the past

I chuckle

and up my tea dose

It's here now, my next thought

that's about to change

my future.

 

24.V.2021 

 

 

I've asked for this

over and over again

Wanted to do everything

differently

Now that it's here, in my face

I'm the same, same

same...

 

23.V.2021 

 

 

Every conversation

every interaction

is self-discovery

If you're honest enough

 

22.V.2021 

 

 

I take off my robe

Straighten out, stretch

I give up the morning

reluctantly, painfully,

asking it

to leave me something

to be in

It's the bird song.

 

21.V.2021

 

The sea is it

the ocean - a he

Today I pretend they're she

like the water they're made of

And I see how they're all

intimately connected

Half of what I've wanted to become

I already am.

 29.V.2021

 

my Mary mornings

unmarred by thought

hard to let go of

 

20.V.2021 

 

 

I will see you off

into the darkest

into the deepest

reality that doesn't exist here

A place that's not a place at all

I will take your fire arrows

that you'll send from there

and carefully lay them into

an iron chest

Their lace smoke will

smudge this space

When you're ready

the moon will greet you

the sun will warm you

Your body reborn

your soul awakened

We'll welcome you.

 

19.V.2021

 

Do I choose the view or the sanity?

Jazz or the symphony?

Poetry in which language?

And why do I have to choose...

forbidden photo 18.V.2021 

 

 

As I fall apart a little louder every day

years pour out of me, months of silence

I thank and thank those close to me

for willingly getting covered with the thick

tacky, sappy, fermented pain that's not theirs

and those who come out of nowhere

sharing the warmth of their hearts with me

giving gifts of love I don't remember

I thank you

I thank you.

 

15.V.2021 

 

 

Iberian statues

would have been fun

to discover on the bottom of Siene

painted by Picasso

in summertime

 

11.V.2021

 

I look at people,
but how often I recognize them
as people 

*** 

Today I repent

all my anger, distrust

and annoyance

every passionate moment

of evil

Today I finally felt

oh, god

my energy waste

You must see it as well -

that gold ocean

out of which in one thought

a river can flow -

the precious supply

to be weaved into

Life

of our dreams.

 

10.V.2021

 

Three loads of laundry - done

the house is mopped and cleaned

the dishes - put away

my kids are fed:

like every day

it must be Mother's Day,

again

 

9.V.2021

 

Day by day

and every moment I accept

and grab her hand

It's cold, it's soft, or maybe red

It tugs on me, she walks with me

And shows me wild, wild worlds.

The comfort and

the knowing she's always here

with me, for me

In sickness and in health

The hands of Titan Thoughts.

So tell me, how could I let go of that?

 

8.V.2021

 

 

Filtered.

When we bow,

our heart is above our head.

Not a bad place to be

a few times each day.

 

7.V.2021 

 

 

 

We have to own every beautiful

thing we see,

every person, every living thing,

do we?

Some of us are fed by the Sun,

we achieve, succeed, we collect,

bring it home. We sum.

All and sundry we want,

sinking ships in the sea.

When desires befall

don't let go of me.

 

6.V.2021 

 

 

My rationality, my practicality

is everywhere, in everything.

It tiptoed in and slithered itself onto me.

I noticed. I let it. I must have. I must have?

It was kilometers from here. I wrap myself

with that long road, and sit and tea.

I watch my assertion make sense of clouds,

of invisible longings inside - somewhere below

my lungs...

And I balance by growing flowers from my chest,

by feeling the heat of my hands, by planting

good seeds

spontaneously.

 

5.V.2021 

 

 

That was last night

today's a new view

Don't be left behind

you'll grow old

 

2.V.2021