Blue Sky Desert

Devil eS Muse

I am the devil

No, I am the devil and you are my muse.

And he danced to a beathless beat.

I am dead.

No, I am death and you are my breath.

And she danced to invisible heat.

I am life.

No, I am love and you are my heart

I am an angel

No, I am dressed in black

And they danced in a moonless street

Black Coffee Guts

 

 

It was the coffee that made my stomach turn reflecting my life upside down.

I ask myself how did I get here and I can see their evil grins smiling at the sex

With their hands over the cardboard backdrop meant to be the stage moving

Puppets around, tangling the strings making the marionette dance and sing

Like they wanted her to because their long arms could reach that far out

Past the audience, out the door, out in the street to the corner drugstore

Where she would ask for something to make the pain go away and they’d

Smile their sinister grins again, throw out the candy in open fields of blue

Oceans and dogs frolicking, saying go get it, watch her bend over searching.

Little Dog on a Full Moon

With his uncombed wiry hair and little tongue lopped to the side

he jumped and he jumped and he ran and he ran like a crazy

hellion on wheels going to race the wind on a calm full moon night.

Hey there little guy, I said, as he flew on by me wondering how tasty

my apple pie would be, waiting for me, when we got home sweet home.

But my little dog didn’t wait for me as he ran and ran and jumped into the night.

I lost him I thought.  This is it. He finally caught up with that invisible wind.

I looked all around, at the park, at the playground, behind the alley and then

I looked up, ready to ask a favor from his guardian angel when what did my eyes

See?  But my little wiry, happy tongued dog up dancing on the top of a round full moon.

He looked down at me, skipping and hopping and wagging his tail, gave a few yaps at me.

I heard him clear as that full moon night say, Come on up, silly person, it’s happy up here.

I thought how could this be? I looked down at the ground where I just buried him full of tears.

I said back to him, It’s okay little guy. You keep dancing. I’ll catch you at the next full moon. 

In the New Red Dawn

I want to know what it’s like to taste the fourth world taste,

The middle of two, the divided line of what is You, yes

it means You, the You who wonders the Being of Me.

I want to know You who wonders all about Me.

I want to know what it’s like to taste the line

between your halves, to lick what is inside of you.

Yes, I said it, and You heard me right. No need to

repeat it late into the night.  I will do you like

no other before the sun rises, make you clean

and repent all that you’ve believed what can’t be true

Say No. Say No Tomorrow when the sun leaks

its silky truth on all that is shining fully spent.

 

Getting to the World Race on Time

Spirits soar through the air, invisibly claiming unrivaled power of light

spread a billion miles into space to kiss stars, all of them in the seconds

the pallbearers reach the dead’s destination and a baby’s head for air.

They comfort me, wrap around me like a warm blanket, usher me through

the revolving doors flapping, flapping always flapping. Hear it. Take a step in.

Move around my pied-off section, around this little piece of earth, grounded,

pushing against the clear heavy glass. Take a look around, round and round.

Step off, stand still, listen to them soar, listen to their silent grace filling space.

Jet engines line up for take-off ready to race against timeless wings; they will not win.

Mother at Midnight (Day 8. NaPoWriMo)

She’s full of maggots, not worth eating,*

Spinning round on the spindle

Which way is north?

Is she perfectly round?

 

Yes, she is. Beautiful. Full and complete,

Keeps giving and taking around the sun.

 

She is as beautiful as the sun so bright.

And when the maggots reach her head

She’ll show you how the moon rises

Through the trees and over mountains.

 

Stand still and watch birds fly.

Sit next to the vines, watch her grow.

 

The maggots made whales deaf.

They died singing her song.

The wind echoes it now and then.

Did you hear it?

Was it as beautiful as She?

 

*lifted from the movie version of The Hobbit

Day 7. The Tongue Pendulum

Swings one way then the other

giving sound to thoughts of what

is in the world, so wrong, so right.

 

What I believe, what I want is

the whole.

Understanding, compassion, respect

for what is not human

yet I only end up

understanding the other side;

Humanity at its worst. 

 

So I send them my love,

my understanding

my compassion

that someday they too will feel

the same things I do when the axes

fall on innocent 

animal hearts, 

on life-giving plants, 

on oceans that keep giving. 

The End

If there were answers to all the possibilities

I wouldn’t nibble at my fingernails or

Sit and stare at the computer screen or

Daydream at all the stoplights about

How it would be to love you without

Changing a word. 

Day 5. (Love Song) After I’m Free

and out of this hole in the desert

I’ll be at your side and you at mine

with dogs at our feet, singing sweet

praises of the photo freshly published.

Happy smiles caught forever to help

us through the work where hardship

plants its dirty hands against a sky so blue.

I’ll kiss you at each turn when the sun

slips away filling our hearts to begin anew.

Scorpio in Pisces; Fisherman’s Prick

Another fish caught on a string

lands on the ledge next to

the scorpion’s sting too flat

to reach its eye staring back

crawls inside the open mouth.

Man’s hands reach in the open

window, runs over the scales

feels the pinch of the hook.

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