blue jay’s back, cloaked in sun
hopping from grass to concrete
his colors I lack, flutter from wings
they drift-float-and-pass all around me
as I turn my back, cloaked in shade
I can’t tell if he’s mocking or loves me
Monthly Archives: May 2019
smart for a change.
I’m an idiot,
a great big idiot.
Aha!
Now with that out of the way,
who’s next?
I implore you,
let down your guard.
It’s actually quite satisfying,
being smart for a change.
Untitled for,
all
that
time
effort
energy
left
to
H
A
N
G
—
breathe
Get out of
bed
Untangle from
sheets
And
breathe
Each day
new
Another crack at
life
vague for vagueness sake
Is it vague for good reason,
or vague for lack of meaning?
It’s a struggle not to tell,
exactly what I’m dealing.
It’s more or less about
the act, that is perceiving.
It is vague for vagueness sake
for whatever needs believing.
the dark of day
Like an archer without aim
I’ve shot myself so many times
into the dark of day.
Like a horse’s leg gone lame
I’ve broken mine so many times
into the dark of day.
Like night and day the same
I’ve hid away so many times
into that dark of day.
Though a dear friend it became,
farewell the night
which lit the way
out of
the dark of day.
two sparrow
This morning, a sparrow
gnaws at my ear, his absence
is all that I see, while sunlight
casts shadows on tree limbs
I hear, nothing but sparrow clearly
while stillness, and calm
fly all through the air, impressions
a Renoir scene, two sparrow
take wing, like dancers I hear
them tip toe paint gracefully.
a repeating theme.
If I wasn’t me
what would I see?
Life’s laundry list, a repeating theme.
In times like these
things start to get clean,
it’s just all the other times,
that have left me soiled, but boy oh boy
that’s not the point of today.
Bare bones in the wash, dare tell what they say?
If what I see, is merely a shell
then I’ve got some listening to do
before hearing that ocean once more.
hawks, overhead
Little squirrels
selectively seeking
acorns, oak trees
perfection, little hunters
in the daylight, scrounging
to find, hold, and bury
any nourishment
granted, before those hawks
circling overhead
make their selection.
option C
Surely, this, isn’t, healthy
but the alternative just seems
so entirely soul crushing
that if this, is, so, unhealthy
than there surely must be
an option C: since A & B
are now, defunct.
Words Of An Average White Male 