The Dogs’ Bone

Once
Cocksure
Of what I’d thought I’d wanted

Imagining
Objects
of My desire
under some
Self-serving Svengali’s spell

I realized
that What I’d thought I wanted
Had become
The Bone
of The Dogs
Of which
We hear tell

Clutching closely
Mere consideration of
Reluctancy’s relaxing grip
Acknowledging Bone’s
Undeniable potential
Of wielding greater power
Over me
than I over it

Within queasy
Ready reach
of Its devouring Seductive Essence
the Bone stole away
in the deep of the night
leaving unspoken
but the hollow callous frank
of abandonment’s
Numbing
indifference

The years then did pass
17 to be exact
Until the dog understood What had happened
that What he had wanted
had Changed in his sleep
by Unknown
& Mystical
intercession

Wantonly driven
by Hero’s need,
to Achieve
self-Authentication
in as Fleeting
a thought’s moment
as the Rhythmic
Flutter-Humming bird’s wing,
lighted a
Potent
transforming
Intuition

Pondering
the Years of
Unbridled
lofty
Ambition
with Assuredly its ensuing angst,
Wasted moments
Wishful clinging
to a Bullish
canine Claw reunion
with his
Delightfully
Ossified
Juggernaut friend

Now
I
Know
the time is past
for Hubris
& unchecked klingen
like the final fatal bite
Of the honey bee’s
sting
the bones
of the Dog
Lie
Far Beyond the Crush
of his one last grasp
At self-deceiving

Carrying Peace on My Shoulders

Dizzying Compression
Mounting
Beneath
Behind
Independently Orbiting eyes
Pressing against
my Forehead
Like kernels of Corn
About to Pop
Into full
Golden-white splendor

Aches & Pains
Abounding
Fevers, chills
Resolving
Leaving Now
Behind
Their subtly Unequivocal
Memento Mori
Like a weeklong’s
Hum-Over
The meditation bowl’s
Singing
My vulnerability
To self-fugue’s
Ecstasies and Afflictions

Having known
Refuge
In Erin’s
Influenza
Denying reality
Of Self-Evasion
Like unpaid taxes
The IRS is sure to come aknockn’
We eventually learn
Not to repeat our mistakes

Living
Presently
In the moment
In the world
To which I belong
Feeling it’s a Good
And Right place
With conspicuously
Less Retreat
Than
Intermittent Foray
Into Camps
of Workable joy & Cradling melancholy

A place in heaven
Here on Earth
Feels like the world’s Peace
Is Sitting on my Shoulders

These Are The People I love

I love the people
With whom I feel free
To experience
My deepest pain
For these are the people
With whom I feel free
To express
My Abandoned Joy

I love the people
With whom I feel free
To reveal
My unmasked fears
For these are the people
From whom I feel free
To gather
Strength and
Unflappable confidence

I love the people
With whom I feel free
To cry
An abundance of tears
For these are the people
With whom I feel free
To bellow
In Raucous laughter

I love the people
With whom I feel free
To roar
Like a lion my anger
For these are the people
With whom I feel free
To snore Gently
In dreamless Slumber

I love the people
With whom I feel free
To live
My life with genuity
For these are the people
From whom I Dread Leave
In the looming
Abyss Of Goodbye