Alone today,
I stand at the sink
after coffee and toast.
Through residual pushable pain
and fringes of greyness,
I’m drawn to the bubbling warmth,
to the sheeting minor waterfalls,
to the movements of my own hands and arms.
I don’t know it right away,
but I am smiling.
For I have seen death,
and have shaken its hand.
But still,
here I stand.
The questions beg an answer….why not ask the Moon? At least she is constant. A bit of reverie from Carol Hopkins
Peeking through the cloud cover
Witnessing life on earth
Earth’s faithful companion
Orbiting through space
Were you there, Sister Moon
When life first formed?
Did you watch as the first creature
Crawled slowly from the sea?
In your ever-lasting cycle,
in your orbit around our world
Did you witness the dinosaurs
As they prowled the hills and plains?
Did your winking face gaze down upon
The planet and can you tell us why
All life on earth was wiped out
As cold air masses froze the land?
Oh, ancient wonder in the sky
What drama have you witnessed
What stories could you tell
Of all the changes
On this, our blue-green planet
That you follow faithfully
Sister Moon, do tell us
Advise us if you can
On how to save the planet
This jewel of blue and green
That humans have made obscene
Garbage in our oceans
Choking off all…
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in the suddenness of blustery gust
leaves of crimson, orange, and rust
spangling the stained glass sky
in celebration, before they die
Eye am leafing this note in what eye think is yur aynshunt tung calt Inglush in this singular space / time adres. It will be fownd by another of our travelars who is looking for the code contaynd here in and so we will connect and mesh our reports.
No one but she will under / stand it in full and if you are a reading human you wil think it is a storey for your lafter.
We have no NOW any mor because we fownd by chans a way to see and be and feal all of the places and times in creeayshun limited only by our imagines and what kwestshuns
we would ask of GOD.
Our small group made this discover near the end times of earth and eye think we ware ment to know it. We ware dron into it like the thing you call a SINGULARITY.
Eye mayk this trans mishun from a time before you existed and from a place much beyond your stars. Have seen the sferes you call Jupiter and Saturn and they would draw your very soul to them.
Now we are jumping the voids and are seeking a home. Eye have scene your paintings and other cymbals. We look much difrent from you. Our small group of explorers hope to meet others who know what we know. In yur tung we are calt ENIGMA because that is what the egg of the UNIVERSE is still to us.
May you come to our GOD at the last, and pleez know we soon start a new home.
piktur kredit to: https://www.discogs.com/Enigma-Return-To-Innocence/release/299552
i loved your stretch marks
just above the crease of your thigh meets belly
pastel beige on tan
soft supple skin
i nibbled your earlobes
delighting in sucking air
through your empty piercings
you laughed and told me to stop
though it was always the first thing i did
you smiled and picked the strawberries off my back
put your popsicle toes between my nicely warm knees
woke me gently, but insistently, at 3 a.m.
that was then
something, now, I do not know
unfulfilled
we’re no good anymore
each for each
if i am not what you want
then leave me now
let me not shrivel you
it’s such a waste
i will miss you some
i dream of some soul that wants me
i am tired unto death
of living the life of your disapproval
if, every day, i am not enough,
why do you cling
and what do you think will happen
if you stay?
stranger, please just step inside
my creaky door is open wide
come warm yourself, the coffee’s on the boil
my cardboard tent
I pay no rent
something borrowed
something lent
I’ll share with you the bounties of my toil.
I’m a blue man he says to me,
speaking to the ceiling.
I pull my chair closer to his bed,
cupping his cold hand.
His swollen face lolls in my direction,
eyes like a slot machine.
I’m locked in the freezer. Get the keys!
I hang my head, squeezing his hand harder.
Why don’t you answer?
God damn (I think). God damn. Please.
Here. Are you cold? Let me get another blanket.
(I hear a noise from the hall. A cart clatters by. A door slams.)
Bang, bang, bang. Three distinct bangs.
Are you warmer now?
(The slots have stopped on Two Spades)
Ah haaaa. Ah haaaa.
Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. Let him go soon.
When it’s my time, let it be a heart attack.
Light, bright white,
Radiates into the mirror of the eye.
Sound, in myriad, pummels the drum of the ear.
(Tautly, as a balloon skin stretched)
Whorls in the fingerskin
Brush blue velvet, blade of grass, jagged glass, ember’s ash.
The airs molecular, drawn in so vitally,
Invade memory, codifying the now and the forever.
Messengers of essence.
The tongue, tasting first of milk,
Ravens ever after for all in the Earth.
Alive.
Alive, Oh!
as a freshening teenage boy
just shy of sixteen years
foisted from a battle-scarred home
into this supposed school of highness
he is already in retreat
from vitriolic violence
from love that has gone
from hormonal eruptions
from the Bullies Three
the ostracization of the ostrich
he builds his defences
hands upon hands upon hands
he pushes away, and keeps all
at arm’s length.
Minus twenty two last morning.
No wind, praise be.
In my puffed up coat,
with Red Baron hat and goggles,
looking, perhaps, like the Michelin Man,
I get smiles and double takes.
Walking rapidly to get it over,
it is still thirty minutes in the sub zero.
But, there are things to see and hear
if you let them have their effect.
Two little ones trying to build a snowman.
They are frustrated, one berating the other-
we need a bigger ball than that!
I smilingly tell them it’s too cold, the snow is powder,
Go inside and warm up!
Then I pass a house from which comes loud voices-
a man and woman yelling and cursing each other-
I don’t give a…….
You’re an ass……
Further along, the Police have someone stopped,
and they are searching his car.
Around the bend, the joyful boisterous voices
of kids sliding down a big hill of pure snow, dumped by the town.
I look back. I look back.
God, it’s cold.
Even my guaranteed Arctic mitts aren’t helping much,
and I imagine X-Rays of finger bones, glowing pale blue.
The sliding kids catch sight of me.
Hey Jimmy, look! It’s the Scarecrow!
Hah. You funny. I smile anyway.
I notice that the neighbor’s huge RV is finally gone.
Floating down to Florida they are.
Hah. Snowbirds. Bah, humbug.
Now, I am looking forward to a hot hot bath.
Salts of Epsom. Cuppa cuppa coffee.
I round the last corner, there’s my house.
A stranger is hitchhiking near my driveway.
He carries a wee dog, both looking half frozen.
Where are you going? (Fifteen minutes down the road)
I get the car out and take him.
He says nothing, just keeps sniffing his running nose.
The little dog keens a little, but also says nothing.
He shows me where, and I stop.
It must be the last leg of his trip.
I say bye and good luck. He says nothing…..okay.
The storm has started, and I relish even more that hot hot bath.
Through the whiteouts, I am home.
But no, a stalled truck blocks the driveway.
I turn around and park in the Public Works Yard up the street.
Not far now. Geez. Almost snowblind.
I am taking those Arctic mitts back to the store.
Fifty bucks is fifty bucks, and yes I am a complainer.
Blessedly, I get inside, strip off the layers, sigh with relief.
Run that bath.
Something other than the cuppa coffee occurs to me.
Before taking the plunge, I bring with me
The last two Heinekens from the fridge.
Gosh, retirement is good today.
Next morning, I spy the Town about to tow my car.
I run out in my pajamas. It doesn’t end well.
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