Ethereal brew
of our blown up lives:
red scarves replace awkward hats,
dashes of wispy whites,
blue moon in cream cheese
Up above a circular dish
sends a code with long and short
stabs at the universe…..we tramp on
through our last gardens
not knowing why we act like this.
There seems to be no reason
to rush
to catch up to our own orbits
The Hawaiian lamp is of little use
EZ to read your palm
a line of eternal life runs all the way to the heart
No body art
or memorized part
only
generously glued
mesmerizing
Eyes
smiling
just
like
You
Happiness is so elusive
hard to hold it
to showing up
see or sense
its here to stay
or when its going
to go away
that quickness about it
can’t pin it down
make back alley deals
or wrestle it to the ground
its magical reputation
might be a bit true
fleeting like butterflies
beautiful rainbows too
But Unhappiness,
what’s the deal with that—!
It arrives in the mail
steals light from afar
only wants you to fail
never gives you a star
an unshakeable presence
hunk of rotting roadkill
that sits in your essence
that now becomes a landfill
for waves of blood and rust
a festering bacterial goo
Maybe it just
wants to hang out with you?
life is a collection of memories
of walking into that froyo shop
the good and bad and bittersweet
tallying tears after tex mex
scheduled to the brim of dusk
of counting up a potential score
to metal flavors in your mouth
lights in every shade imagined
heartbreak surrounded by dreams
how i love this collection of memories
Sunflowers
In the rising full moon
Layers of gold pink silver
green and purple in its aura
Basking in the light of others
Feeling the beauty
That is all we are here for
Amen
The moon eternal
Like every soul
Exists beyond time
And comes to an end
found poem from an overheard conversation
When they showed it to me,
I don’t know,
I just started crying.
It was just like,
there she is.
She keeps me alive.
She’s so pretty.
