Epitaph ~ Saturday, April 30, 2022

Nothing exists but the body, aside from this, ashes and bone. What then did you expect to find, a witty retort to look back from beyond the grave? My silence should suffice to assure your eyes, I am gone to return no more. Take care of your body. This life is short, I can look back no more.

My Mom Cut Off My Hands Cleanly Square at the Wrists to Teach Me a Lesson ~ Thursday, April 28, 2022

Memories are never what I can remember the fifth of November

yesterday, my dog jumped over the wooden fence with a chain round his neck

Maybe he was happy to have returned after a year of being lost

only Cody would care when I was teased at school for being an ember

merely smoldering ash not worth a second glance until Cathy looked back

Cathy with her blue eyes saw me as I saw her, красивый человек

ugly as bloody shins tumbling out of the sky on my bike, a high cost

to turn a woman's head as I walked on ahead to class happy to smile

Only it wasn't wine and roses in high school, it was what I still lack

forgetful of others, as Epimetheus, in hindsight, I saw light

fission split the atoms over Hiroshima, over Nagasaki

Murderous mushroom clouds disintegrate shadows on the walls, shining bright

yesterday, I woke up in a B-29 eating teriyaki

History swallows whole sailors two at a time, hubris boasts full of bile

ancient conniving winks at a blind man to thrive at sea until the winds

nestle above the clouds, deep in conversation, an argument ensues

difficult to say whom but Ithaca pushes the waves off course, sextant

searches the sky for light traveling to Goa from Lisbon, a fight blinds

Camões, a Cyclops, ancient as war herself, measures the horizon

left behind on the plane, I read The Lusiads, listening to the Blues

exactly when I saw myself floating above my body, an infant

articulate with words, taking seven steps north, I spoke of becoming

no more, a miracle, and returned to myself under the setting sun

left to navigate death, alone with mendicants, I could not find release

yesterday, I blew out the candles on my cake, fifty-three, they were prime

Succulent teats suckle Romulus and Remus until my bliss must cease

quintessentially good, mythology makes us think evil is a crime

until destruction counts, if my brother must die, why am I not plumbing

as the depths of blood runs shallow as the Tiber is wide, I can explain

really, but as a man, I plead the Fifth, to speak incriminates the law

even the Lupercal, hidden since Augustus, remains the foundation

at the foot of the hill called Mons Palatinus, as only one can reign

twins separate murder, technically fratricide, with a struggle for power

truth offers a she-wolf to share her loss with milk, the twins, under her paw

helplessly overcome their dire situation, uncertain salvation

excavate the palace, under restoration, within a cavity

Witty from birth, my wrists hurt the cleaver hands down as my blood the floor showers

ridiculed by the gods, by the worst, by children, by parents, by adults

insanity to feign, fooling even myself, while in recovery

sinister forces hide deep beneath the palace, a pinball machine tilts

tilts at windmills, the lance of lore, Don Quixote as self-discovery

slash my wrists, what's the point, a return flight to then, before now, the city

transformed in Chicago, where I live, twenty years, shelving books, sweeping floors

only humility ain't my bag, radical in an age of weather

Tell me what can I do to make a living here, clean projectile vomit

effortless, with the flow, resistance is futile, to open all doors

asinine practices, just one is all I need, but the hallway is full

create the path you seek, they say, discover time is light as a feather

harness the energy to change for the better kids chomping at the bit

Maybe they will become footballers, horse jockeys, race car drivers, or worse

edge mediocrity off the table, play fresh, with a new deck, the pull

as tug-of-war pushes the envelope of space, where do we go from here

Liquid gold is water found on other planets, part of an escape plan

even with prosthetic hands, I write this poem late at night while the mere

suggestion of quitting evokes lost memories of running last, I scan

slides of film in my head, a homunculus plays one frame before the curse

originally, time, a preoccupation for philosophy schools

neutralized the concept with the atomic bomb, now physics is for fools

The Ambien-Twitter Nexus ~ Saturday, April 23, 2022

At WEI Deathsmen, disbarred-in-law

takes on a new meaning, we destroy the family

Writing invective to affect our audience

Engaged in disruption, an irruption to thaw

Indigenous peoples from the frozen landscape

Destiny manifests within a homily

edification builds an edifice so dense

audience members watch avid with attention

tell the story of hate, a tapestry drape

how cultural mores teach children from the start

suffer the ignorance of ignorant adults

master life much too late, our fate, a vaster art

entranced by the machine, a system of results

necessary to push the past of retention

demolish the structures to discern our conscience

instruct the youngest minds not to question the lies

struggle with the conflict between the heart and soul

believe we crush the shells outside correspondence

ask for mercy, we laugh, we exploit your mistake

rabid dogs tear your flesh, unleashed with yelps and cries

remember you deserve nothing less than our goal

extreme tactics control the masses to believe

despite your innocence until proven a rake

in spite of your progress, your language exposes

nervous hidden distress displayed as racism

let social media, the war of the roses

ask anonymity to swallow the schism

while you drown, waving arms, your success we relieve

Enough (to Make Ida B. Wells Turn in Her Grave) ~ Friday, April 22, 2022

As WEI Deathsmen, I write

strictly to end the careers of racists

Whether, or not, I can prove misconduct

Enterprises such as ours make contrite

Individuals who can't sing the Blues

Deathsmen publish the news with two clenched fists

even celebrities who deconstruct

articulations made under duress

the Ambien induced lolling tongue views

hurt the African gods, misunderstood

symbols of Blacks worldwide, beneath our skin

museums are created near the hood

exactly to instruct others of sin

not felt by non-Blacks, I make them confess

I ask you, do I not serve a purpose

witness to the perpetual horror

realized in our presence, as we walk

in front of European eyes, what fuss

to grip your purse tighter, we know the score

even children feel shame, they sense the shock

strangled by the system, to get ahead

their exploitation continues in school

rigorously enforced by the unsaid

in institutions of higher learning

coerced to perform tasks for tuition

to represent equal treatment, the rule

left for society, acts by spurning

yesterday's memories, no admission

their guilt is greed, Old World money, disgrace

of the Transatlantic Slave Trade at Brown

end the perpetuation of reproach

no woman, no cry, the music, a vase

demolished by corporate industry

that we all grew up with, tears of a clown

harbingers of a tsunami, approach

enveloped with caution, what's going on

cascades of sound tumble down on soft ears

as we listened intently, the lyrics

reflected our experience, the free

exorcized with the brave from seven gears

effortlessly grinding teeth, the oryx

rights long straight horns to push civil rights won

serving the Supreme Court, for she is blind

orders justice across the board, no guns

for egregious police to defend whom

ripples of history backlash, we find

asinine donkey ears scattered, braying

crying out, the horror, who now defunds

injustice for social welfare, the broom

sweeps together the dregs in a dustpan

to bomb our children while in church praying

something has to change, I measure the man

The Functionality within Deep Structures of Dysfunctionality ~ Wednesday, April 20, 2021

To present the reader not with a gift now lost, a little panda bear

humorously missing in the shuffle, a move, separation, divorce

enter the unwanted memories, jealousy, envy, stupidity

Forget how marriage works as a tag-team effort, a united front, rare

under the set theory of individual liberty and freedom

nothing more, a null set, mathematically void, empty, lacking all force

causation, billiard balls, trajectory motion, collision, quiddity

to speak to the reader of a stuffed animal, won after a contest

inside the mind of truth resides all deception, before this life, where from

or whence, a term we use rarely in daily speech, conditions prior to

now, but now is always present in the present, a gift, a panda bear

after the balloon burst from out of the clown's mouth until his face turned blue

left with a gift, a friend told me to keep, Sophie, whom I will remember

in moments of despair as a selfless angel within her family crest

to say the gift is lost, perhaps vindictively, perhaps with intention

yesterday, I woke up and found myself in bed with another woman

wisdom says not to cheat, to be honest, faithful, and so I was, or am

inside my mind, mirrors reflect off each other, light, I cannot mention

the labyrinthine paths, neural networks, tunnels in a dark cave

how do I begin to explain to the reader, to you drinking Oban

instead of working out, a bottle of whisky doesn't come cheap, goddamn

nothing lacks all value, even a panda bear, of her affection, scotched

destiny fills my mind with dreams long abandoned, with hope found at a rave

enter a life of drugs, electronic music, images on the walls

enter a rented space in a airport hangar or something similar

people dancing for hours, wandering aimlessly, tripping and rolling, shoals

swimming within the mind, amplified, electric currents coursing, no bar

transform the functional into a world of dance, a twelve-hour mission, botched

remember Sadh Guru with Sasha and Digweed, a girl dances alone

under the glare of dawn, we kiss but a moment, her boyfriend ends it all

construct the past, a dream within a life well-lived, but that was then, and now

truth breaks my lower back, the pain found in running to stop depression, stone

under stone, a calm pond, as children, we skip stones, back to their progression

remember, dear reader, the phantoms in my mind resemble your long haul

endlessly, Sisyphus hauls boulders up a hill, to no avail, to bow

simply knowing hubris invites Eumenides, the kindly ones, vengeance

or nemesis, divine retribution, these myths became my obsession

for a child of foreign extraction, my exile is filled with nostalgia

despair and depression, a child removed from home, his homeland, a nomad

yesterday, I woke up somewhere in Chicago, what I gain, neuralgia

shuffling my feet, I run to nowhere, there and back again, ever so sad

forget the possible-now, quite impossible, ghosts deserve a seance

unless I return, life remains arbitrary, random, meaningless chance

not within each action, karma and the dharma guide me as an adult

causation shapes events within consequences, karma is my downfall

tragedy is a play of forces without pride, I tuck my tail to dance

in the Agricenter in Memphis, Tennessee, where Katya and I kiss

only for a moment, long before our marriage, our failure and the cult

negation of the wronged, sorry to have done harm, to unravel a ball

as two kittens at play, I cannot speak of loss, I suffer my karma

lift my head, confidence, still alive, a world of possibility, miss

insight to the future with Epimetheus, open the box, hindsight

twenty-twenty vision, Prometheus suffers foresight, potato blight

yesterday, I woke up remembering the past, my life within dharma

— Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère! ~ Monday, April 18, 2022

Terry Malloy:

“You don’t understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender, I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.”

Marlon Brando — On the Waterfront (1954)

[1]

Yes, I remember what you were not there to see, at home, behind closed doors

obedient brother, I am the rebel son, the punk without a cause

under the same household, we lived for fourteen years, after that, you were gone

did you think we were kin to a little brother, I came beneath the floors

other to my brother, to father and mother, neither god nor devil

no, you can be happy, I will not bother you, I will not give you pause

to think, to contemplate anything but your job, your family, not a bone

underneath the floorboards the hanging Keeshond left, you sent me to inspect

not that I blame that shell of a human being you spent trying to fill

despite God and the Church, you were not the bad seed, I filled the husk and hull

even if I am not evil, per se, not a monster but the child you destroyed

remind me not to air all our dirty laundry but of shit I am full

show the world who you were, who you remain to be when respect you feel void

trust until the sieve cracks, the lentils split, the rice yellows with disrespect

as the curry seeps in, turmeric shows no love, the family is disgrace

not that you give a crap, brother disconsolate, no one minds in the least

demented, write him off, is he not worth your time, it's okay, he don't care

[2]

I feel like you threw me under the bus, not that you care, that is the case

could I have had some class and been a contender, talent alone, a waste

only without support, moral, emotional, spiritual...the beast

underneath the floorboards come out into the room, the Moor with whom I share

land in al-Andalus, before Goan statehood, before Reconquista

disappear, how I wish I could efface my past, a lifetime I have traced

as far back as Vedic scriptures, the chariot, the chakravartin turns

historical dharma, the wheels on the cart spin down from Central Asia

as warriors traveled, they kept their religion, however the milk churns

disciples come and go, we left the brahmin caste with global aphasia

cancel the old culture as meaningless drivel, I seek a new vista

language is my forte, soft as a piano, my voice speaks English, French

and Russian as a rule, I learned all three in school, I have no mother tongue

serve the servants of peace, I outgrow the spirit of lies I learned as true

survive childhood, our house full of sadists who laugh, schadenfreude, a bench

[3]

I sit and meditate, I run away for miles, I return, a yo-yo

could I have been a man with a wife and children, who cares, I was so young

only after fifty does a man realize his wealth does not accrue

underneath the floorboards with the Moor of our past, no investment to date

left alone with a dog, hanging off a long chain, death comes for the Dodo

dumb without predators, until humans killed off the species without fail

as successful a man as you are, your success won't translate to others

being only human, you care for your own kin, you could never set sail

even as the anchor, the albatross you shot, fraternity brothers

even as this dead weight hangs from your neck, to swim to safety is your fate

no one cares who you are, except your wife and friends, whether you're rich or poor

a hack, somewhere between, too scared to take a risk, to scared to lose it all

contend with this, our dad, amateur pugilist, beat up his lesser son

only you were not there, you saw nothing but tears, the effects of a boor

nothing but rage inside, he tried to beat his rage into his son, I won

to say that I win now, writing of the family, their crutch always on call

empty every bottle, alcohol has no sense but to drown everyone

nothing but violence, anger, greed, ignorance, Goans drown in feni

dig the corpses, exhume the bodies, smell the stench, pickled, dried in the sun

even the fish curry, lessons in dysfunction, living recipe book

recipes never shared, the best meals gone to waste, in one mouth, out the hole

[4]

I rewrite history, I win the long battle of words, I take one look

could I have been someone, somebody to someone, a moot point, play a role

on stage like an actor but all the world's a stage, all the plays, too many

understanding nothing, you go through life stupid, forgiving nobody

life acquires its meaning in hindsight, contrition, making amends, penance

does anybody win when everyone loses, even the bank, I ask

vindicated by life, by a sense of justice, the world appears gaudy

even if the shoe were on the other foot, smile, I always try to help

but to ignore a child being tortured, the cries and screams, the chance

even you played a part, I forgive to forget, to let go of the mask

even as we wear masks during a pandemic, compassion earns kindness

no one is a monster, not our cousin, Arthur, a born villain, a whelp

spiritually stupid, a cynical phantom meets the ghost of the clam

over and over, tears, schadenfreude, laughter, torture a child, you lose

missing is the meaning, I know from my conscience but I am not a lamb

even torture affects the victim as distress takes over while the muse

begins her tapestry, she rewrites history, shadows of her blindness

only you disappear, you don't care, you don't count, she opens all the doors

did I mention, the light transcends all obstacles, I am not the Buddha

yet, I see beyond hope, beyond disappointment, beyond discouragement

[5]

Instead, I am the light, the essence beyond truth, older than dinosaurs

nothing compares to light, to wisdom beyond truth, dazzling the eyes, surprise

surprise, surprise, you're done, evil gets locked away, if only I coulda

to exile you to hell but hell doesn't exist, the mind is punishment

even if banishment would do a person good, Australia, down under

ask and you shall receive, what a huge crock of lies like a glittering prize

daimonion guides me not to do wrong, but not to choose the right action

over and over, lives lived again and again, gibberish, a fiction

for reincarnation is my karma as light travels in attraction

as magnetism pulls and gravity keeps down, forcing my defection

but I am just a bum, homeless since you kicked me out, mind split asunder

under the earth, I sleep, a bum to my family, which is not what I am

maybe I am a bum, I am not what I am, I am what I am not

[6]

which path must I decide to follow unto death, decisions must be made

however, nobody else cares if I succeed to finish this poem

in this world, words exist and continue to thrive for centuries as time

clinches his wooden teeth while reciting Shakespeare, Homer, a world unthought

hubris charms her victims, the evil that men do, Arthur Trinidad paid

ignorance with the fifth, to destroy innocence, the soul of a small boy

still cousin to the man lost on the path, dense woods obscure the light, a crime

what I am is a man, broken by his family, by alcohol they drank

how can a child abide the foolish ignorance of alcoholic drunks

as a man, I grew up broken, shattered, splintered, mirrors reflect the rank

tautology of lies, of dissimulation, of men who act like skunks

I am the child reborn, not in Christ, idiots, but the spirit of joy

ask me not to bow down to your obsequious punditry, professors

maybe I remain small, a quantum of pure joy, leave me alone, you whores

Accountability ~ Saturday, April 16, 2022

Admonish nomads for fellow travelers and rough sleepers in a pinch

compassionate mother holds a butcher's cleaver ready to sever wrists

crying only brought fear to her attention as she proceeded to ask

obliging a small boy to hate the maternal as he began to flinch

under their house, their rules, parents never wonder about consequences

nobody asks themselves if their actions behind closed doors allows for lists

to be written with acts and dates, even timestamps as accountants drink flask

alcohol like fathers hell-bent on pugilist rounds with small boys, their sons

boys lose their sense of fun, acting out of distress, souls crushed, pinned to fences

if dysfunction does not beg the question for some accountability

left for posterity to judge the violence perpetrators forgot

imagine to defend your life, apologize, for lack of clarity

to live with this burden for over fifty years, vicious circles of thought

yet, the clouds never lift, life has no sense of fun, love weighs two hundred tons

In a Separate Reality ~ Saturday, April 16, 2022

I'm a handsome guy, tall, rugged

not at all fucked up in the head

a guy who cares about the world

Socially conscious, I just tugged

environments for sea turtles

played a key role, the dude, instead

as an urchin, a flag unfurled

relegated to nothing good

as a minor player, furtive

taken to hiding from action

expressing no sense of duty

Reasonable people, factions

everyone knows, like Muti

a conductor, well, if I could

live as somebody else, why not

in a commercial on TV

the truth comes out, my jealousy

yes, I am no one, I am snot

IQ84 ~ Saturday, April 16, 2022

it was not all my fault that i was born stupid i mean i have parents

not that they were much help i mean they tried their best but i was just not smart

to say i didnt have a good heart is a lie thats not what made me dumb

exactly when i knew i was different than them when i felt all the dents

little dents and big dents thats why i had long hair sometimes i picked my nose

little things made me strange it was my brain i think but see that was my art

if i could get one boy to love and protect me i would not be so glum

gifts from heaven i know come once in a lifetime and brian was so nice

even if i got mad he understood better than all the rest of those

no good for nothing kids who just made fun of me or simply ignored me

come on it was fourth grade and some kids were so mean i really dont know why

even though they looked smart they acted mean and cruel they could not simply see

quirky girls were better than all those pretty girls who could never get by

unless a boy whistled that was back in the day girls were sugar and spice

only because i was different my heart could tell who was good and who bad

to say i was below average that was my brain i mean i was funny

if you didnt notice how all the other kids acted with each other

even if they were smart they were hurtful as well they all called me sunny

not because thats my name i mean i know my name is jodie my mother

told me when i was young that i was beautiful i never knew my dad

Sublimation ~ Friday, April 15, 2022

This way or that way or does it matter

how we arrive at our destination

eventually, the route must mean something

what it is, I'm not sure, like a batter

at the plate who swings at a pitch, to strike

yet another batter out, this station

of the bus line or the next, when to ring

round to tell the driver to stop, random

thoughts appeal to artists fishing for pike

however, only finding a poem

as an answer to repetitive dreams

to the sense of a loop like the O-M

witnessed when a brahmin exhales, she beams

at you when she's finished, you know you've come

yet you wonder where it's gone, all her food

obviously, dogs eat quicker than eyes

reasonably can see, we come and go

does it matter at all, our attitude

over whether space-time is curved, or loops

exist within succession, as if lies

simply reveal our attitude to show

imitators, we don't care about pain

though, of course, pain is real among the troops

making it worse to tell them of the truth

aspects found in landmines, caught in tripwire

triggers an explosive device, her mouth

totally accepts your offer, aspire

every day to be better than to gain

radical acceptance from a dog's brain

The Blue-skinned God ~ Thursday, April 14, 2022

I work in a nightclub as the token brother from another mother

work comes easy but time is lost waiting for life to begin before death

organize in neat rows stacks of hard plastic chairs on oddly-shaped wheeled carts

remember as other to the massive brothers, I remain the other

kill, crush, destroy the mind wherein the ego hides and resides out of fear

inside this cubby hole, I must efface my sense of race and hold my breath

nobody understands what it means to be blue, others eyes shoot swift darts

as a blue man among highly-melanated people, I become lost

nāga as serpentine Kuṇḍalinī Śakti uncoils into the clear

it takes decades for me to realize my roots at the base of my spine

generous to a fault, I fix my temperament to absolve past mistakes

hungry to meet the man at the top of the stairs, patrons become divine

transcend the detachment mortals feel in distress to see why the earth quakes

compassion and kindness walk hand in hand, children forgive without a cost

linger too long in one place, I become quiet, deep in concentration

under the skin's surface, anatomy remains similar yet different

burning from the inside, the desire to get out, to run away, to run

and so I run for miles only to return once again, contemplation

soaks the soil of the mind with forgiveness like rain, like manna from the sky

tranquility, a sea within absolution leaves my desire unspent

hunger motivates me to play the emperor of Chicago, the sun

eclipsed by the moon, full voluptuous Venus, fertile as Pārvatī

toothless as a dragon, I feel my age bowl me over, a slice of pie

objectified as blue, the blue-skinned god watches my loneliness pour out

kill, crush, destroy the mind wherein contradictions display a paradox

enter the final stage before death with a plan or suffer, scream and shout

nobody notices primal scream therapy, the cry, a silver fox

brother to my brother, I am not forgotten but dismissed, chapati

roti as paratha left once a year as cards to celebrate Christmas

other to my brother, my father and mother, unliked and unwanted

to feel alone at home surrounded by family, never want to return

humiliation hands me a so-called cousin, despair ensues en masse

even a torturer, sadistic to the core, is no ghost of the clam

repercussions, karma, act as consequences to trauma since haunted

forgetting his actions as a young man, a child, my soul, a love to spurn

remember, I was lost until I was laid-off from the bookstore, my life

only changed with a shock, a career thus ended, snorted up by the gram

mangoes make not heroes, neither does coke addicts, the Seventies unfold

around the Playboy Club, Hugh Hefner, sex and drugs, "me, too" that's what she said

nightclub life, no different, vomit remains vomit, clean up crew stays on bold

only to imagine what life beyond clublife for others makes for bread

trauma witnessed, distress experienced brings us together within strife

honey is still sugar and sugar is still sweet but my life is over

ended by the torture a child experienced, my soul, a butterfly

remember, to care does not mean to neglect, to let go of the past

memories of childhood, the good, bad and ugly help me to recover

old dreams long abandoned, discouraged by a lack of support, encourage

the little drummer boy to play beyond his debts, beyond the drugs, to die

haunted by the terror found in consequences, karma makes actions last

each moment before death, I breathe my last breath but I am not the other

realize to wake up, awoke as the kids say, I will move past this stage

The Rainbow Bridge ~ Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Trust God. To work in mysterious ways

has always been a cautionary tale

eliciting moments of tragedy.

Reality questions what someone says

and doesn't take their word at face value;

if not, my brother has some land for sale

nestled deep in the Everglades, petty

bitter squabbles over inheritance

obviously could never devalue

works in mysterious ways, feel the pinch.

Bitter almonds, the scent of cyanide

realized in the Blues, to watch her flinch

in her last days, medicine steals her pride

diminished by a tumor, our last chance

gave me pause to recollect the good times

ever since I could read between the lines.

Arbiters of Eloquence ~ Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Ask me later tonight, after midnight before I fall asleep at dawn

Remember, I work late compared to the early birds devouring earthworms

Bite your tongue, the gods hear everything we might say. Turn right, turn left, go back

It's a matter of choice to go this way, it shapes the giant tiger prawn

Take away the structures we use to understand, sequence within order

Reality devolves into arbitrary decisions and strange terms

Answer the Emperor about the alphabet, disarray creates slack

Religion gives guidelines, follow or disobey, you could even defect

Yes, from Communist rule as Putin will send us to defend the border

Arrange the alphabet and the number system however you so choose

Remember to remove letters as you see fit, confuse them all to hell

Reality only makes sense by consensus or an edict, a ruse

Attempts to get the world on the same page Lenin and Stalin strike a bell

Yet the government falls to kleptocrats and thieves, oligarchs, we suspect

You Snooze, You Lose! Monday Blues ~ Monday, April 4, 2022

Yo! I can't be in two places at the same time. Overslept. Missed the Sons of Kemet concert, bruh. Under these conditions, been going hard for weeks. Sucka! I paid for tix weeks in advance, a crime. Not yours, not mine. Money slips out of my fingers. On the street, I give it away sometimes, yeah. Nah! Only to the homeless beggars, the needy seeks Zoom sessions with the Mayor, not the troll in office. Even if I offend, she does nothing. Singers! Yo! I need a chorus, like in Greek tragedy. Only Rio way up north, inside Lincoln Hall. Until I overslept, missed the show, agony. Lest I forget to check today's calendar, y'all. Only hit me up, bruh! A reminder be nice. See, I been going hard, so hard, my head spinnin'. Even if I left now, it's too late. Doors open!

Runaway Son ~ Friday, April 1, 2022

Whatsoever it is you love the best

however, in a word, may not make sense

as when psychology asks you to flee

travel far, far away from all the rest

so you are unable to be present

only in exceptional cases whence

even the death of your dad, pitaji

violent in humor, he died alone

ever aware of the unsaid, he meant

rivers flow backwards to their origin

in your world, this is all, beyond conceit

to do your work, put in your hours, drink gin

if duty calls, ignore the voice, defeat

succumbs to propriety, ash and bone

yet the rest of the world care much too much

only too willing to argue the facts

under the circumstances, you abscond

leave in a rush, as soon as you can, such

overt appeals to family is lies

violence left you scarred, shell-shocked, the axe

ever-present in your mind, cut the bond

take me on a journey beyond your past

however, you seem set with freedom fries

each day you live in this country, you push

bitter memories in a box, you locked

energy swells and dissipates, the rush

seems to reach entropy, stillness, you blocked

the best out to savor what cannot last

Faster ~ Friday, April 1, 2022

Glower eyes shower

sleet on streets with feet so fleet

midnight spies daylight

A Springtime Affair ~ Friday, April 1, 2022

Grey skies dare not hide

brides in bloom beneath the gloom

purple shoots declare

Dreams Can Come True ~ Friday, April 1, 2022

Aspire to be better than yesterday

simply because you can and others can't

Unbelievable what the body can

not without effort, overcome, not by

invitation but by seizing its claim

magically, on this life for what is lent

actually must end, the rubbish bin

gains heft, the weight of smoke, a burnt cigar

in this world, moments before the alarm

needless after the damage done, to arms

as sirens sound, in song, with seduction

bending branches, windsong in pipes confirms

license to achieve without rejection

every dream imaginable, hunger