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Chapter 2 – Understanding

27 Jul

Snake drawing

Nympho scrawling

Sin sharing

Name dropping

Skin shedding



Given warnings

Lead pipes

Heavy lungs

Someone sits

Barstool breaks

Glass splinters

Bare feet

Come with me

To eternity

Where all is known

And nothing

Gets mentioned

Where lovers hide

And children play

And it rains

And it cleanses

The bad things away

Until no one is laughing

Until there is

No more

Chapter 2 – Yes, Warm

20 Jul

Swarm of thoughts caress my skull

Yes, heat

To beat the anger from my soul

Yes, fire

Consumes desire for the flesh

Yes, sun

To soothe my wounds

Yes, flame

To hide the shame of imperfection

Yes, burning

Ever yearning for the touch

Yes, hot

And not afraid of dying lonely

Yes, warm






Yes, shine.

Chapter 2 – The Future

19 Jul

As blind, as dismal, as dark, as bleak

As the truth we do slovenly seek

All eyes and hearts and minds

We search for answers in the


Of time.

To the believers and the preachers

And to all those sitting on their asses

In the hard, wooden bleachers

I say

Get up!

Stand up!

On your own two feet.

Show us life

With all its miracles and strife

Show us fear and defeat

Spread success and then retreat.

For in the end, my dear sweet friends

All of our bones will creak.

We are as old as we are weak.

In the end

You can silently go back to sleep

Once again.

Chapter 2 – Ballad for the Death of Lofty

19 Jul

The flowers still bloom

In the spot where she killed

Old Lofty

Her gun as cold and hard as

Her woman’s heart of steel.

Folks around here claim

The blood and stench

Of the unburied

Left its mark

Where once the earth was arid

There grows an immaculate garden

Among exotic blooms

Lofty’s bones take in the sun.

Perhaps his death was meant to be

And the woman meant to be praised

For in this town of three-hundred

And one

So fine a flower was never grown.

Still, we saw the woman hanged

And we buried the remains

And the people of the town agreed

Poor old Lofty had not died in vain.

How does life get better than this?

4 Jul

I am grateful.

I am open to opportunities that improve this world, starting with myself.

I make decisions and choices that honor this life and the life of others.

I continue to strengthen every day as a giver, not just a receiver; a grower, a keeper, a steward of the fragile beauties in this life.

I listen with a clear conscience and open mind knowing everything new is new.

I heed the lessons of the past and make goals for the future but my life is here and now.

I accept and embrace the duality of nature in myself and the world I live in.

I am all I need to be at this moment.

Chapter 1 – No one dances anymore

19 Jun

He is a cottonwood of a man.

Born again – as they say

And I, a child of the earth.

My motto –

Excess in moderation.

Billy asked me to dance.

I had one eye on him since he lumbered

Through the door.

He took my arm and led me

To the floor.

Is this romance?

All graceful and awkward instances.

Billy says we’ll have to practice this

One hundred times before we get it right.

I don’t mind.

Chapter 1 – In a sunny December

12 Jun

Oh, my!

What a world

Where spiders weave webs of deceit

Dangling from cast iron guard rails

Watchers watch

Doers do

While the others

have too much to say

to hear you


let me show you

it’s like this

everywhere you go

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