there’s not enough said 
about an overturned bike 
lying on its side 
in a overgrown lawn
with the porch gate half open 
chickens
as orange puffs 
with a sun 
drooping below 
the ridgeline

There are some days 
When everything feels 
Like an itch you need 
To scratch the hide off
A tickle in the back
Of your throat that 
No amount of water 
Can quench the thirst 
When you have clenched 
Your fists and teeth and jaw 
Until your bones might shatter 
You bite your tongue 
Until you taste blood 
Swallowing down the words
Its better than the guilt 
That would lay in the pit
Of your stomach 
If you spoke them 
In to existence 

I can sleep through any storm, when your hair is there to calm me, with its sent of lavender and lotion and love. 

I’m trying to write about people, I think
my mind indistinguishes
hands lash churning ink and faces
of mirrored distortions
between distain and frenzy

disparate thunder
breaks through
and I emerge at my laptop
writing a poem
about people, I think

and how new people remind me of old ones
the older I get

He climbed up my newly installed
wheelchair ramp, minding his own business,
just looking at us.  How strange
we must have appeared to him, a reptile
prehistoric looking.  Nothing like Yertle,
just observing the habitat of strange creatures.

I’ll keep my
heart caged 

My alarm clock flickers,
buzzing like a neon sign
in a run-down strip mall.
A red aura, hazardous.
Some days I think it is me
from a past life attempting
to transmit a message
through this frantic
incessant blinking.
I listen to it in the night,
making no effort to transcribe
the hours of dots and dashes.
Even if I knew what it said,
I’d never heed the warning.

we part emotional suitcases
habits invite healing attention
take joy breaks, seen celebrations
safe deep flaws
complex gratitude 

(found poem from a reclaimed library book) 

She woke up this morning
her feet hit the floor
today would be different 
she would cry no more

Her emotions had other plans 
They hopped aboard a run away train 
The hot mess express was on it’s way
Hurry up get  off the tracks
where we going her brain tried to yell

They took her on journey 
one way ticket was the plan
to the station called 
analysis paralysis 

Little did they know 
her heart  was through with this craziness
so she abandoned her emotions
time to make a change

Next she headed to the lake
the gentlly rolling water beckoned her
it seemed to whisper
your fresh start is here

Smooth sailing 
but just for awhile
Life is forever changing just like the tide
she finally undestands
she just along for the ride

Into your ordinary life
of peace, love, and strife,
a threat to all you and multitudes treasure.

A leader you hoped
would protect all you love.
Instead he’s deciding on whether U.S.
should wipe out Iran’s nuclear bomb.
That would make us their target
maybe start World War III.

Every voice matters
so tell your reps now:
Say to the President No,
we elected you leader of U.S. alone.