Tazmania

Clutching cadaverous
for any protracted period of time
has a subtle way of seducing
an active mind

into fantasies…

of vigor
and return to robust health.

I’ll eat like an athlete
preparing for an Iron Man!
I’ll sprint like a cheetah
hurtling ‘cross the Serengeti plains!

I’ll train like a pugilist
pounding victory upon my chest
and hunt like a falcon
chasing the howling wind!

I’ll snore superciliously
like a lazing lion dreaming,
sleeping off’
a royal feast
and bask, like a languishing lauderdale lizard
thawing in the heat of a tropical sun.

To reunite with life with lust!
despite all good intentions,
these tall, concocted promises made
come seldom to fruition.

When imperceptibly,

the spirited cyclone catapults me
mindlessly,
back

Smack!

Square, into the middle
of a whirling shark’s soup
of busyness as usual.

Welcome,
to Tazmania!

  

People Pleasing

Smoldering
impetuous
urge

to grant

the self-indulgent
perseverations
of another man’s whims

in arduous
vain attempts
to please…

to keep
– at best
a precarious peace
sacrificing
prosperity
& rest

inane
delirious deference
to copiously unmeasured
grand gests

I give
blindingly brilliant
searing
white daylight,
to a seamless
labyrinth
without hope
of egress

provoking
the poignant
potential
of self-annihilating
explosive
implosion

The Crabman’s Creel

Thanks to the seemingly inexplicable phenomenon of crustacean mob mentality, for generations crab fishermen have left their catch baskets uncovered, for steadfast captivity is gruesomely guaranteed by fellow inmates’ kapoesque brutality.

Bright with life
percipient pale blue eyes
set
deeply
past virile
chocolate-tanned chiseled brows
caressed harshly
by the waning years’
abrasion of
wind
& setting suns,
witnesses
daily
to brutal,
kapoesque control
of unyielding courage,
perseverance
in the face
of pessimism and envy

The singular
set of bounding blue-tipped
king crab claws
flexing brawn
pull doggedly
upward
from the smothering
abyss
of the crabman’s creel

Above,
beyond
the oppressive
stagnant depths
of pooling,
squirming
black and olive-green
pressure
of dead weight
steadily, by inches
pushing on,
ascending
toward the bluish hue
of daylight’s promise

Teetering
upon the hand-woven wicker precipice
of the unknown
universe:
freedom …
to breathe, uninhibitedly
to live, noisily
to create, frenetically
to thrive, boundlessly
to love, with abandon
within sweet
& savory
seductive sight

Then,
as if by cruel design,
in one of life’s
more mercilessly
culled
capricious moments,
insisting imperiously
upon untimely instruction
of its omnipotent
and fleeting ways,
the crisp, resounding
crack!
of one fellow-contorted-captive’s-stabbing-clamp-like-pinch
jerks
& tugs
forcibly
at the might
& strength
of indomitable determination

Pressing mercilessly
against progress
fearlessness
spills
eyes tumble
downward
into the writhing
sea of pitch
green
envy,
imploding hope

Splash!
into the mob’s
hateful trap:
minds impregnable
to liberating philosophies
severed
from the world
of bluelimitless possibility

Like parachutes
in full plume
the boundless
optimistic mind
swells
with oxygen
and soaring
stoutheartedness
deprived of which
it implodes,
morphing
into a choking cloud
of sulphuric
yellow
suffocation

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It’s the essence
of passion:
the drive within
creative expression
that seduces me

into quivering
states of leaking flaccid ineptitude

within this mental posture
of artist’s mind

neither age,
nor logic,
nor formlessness

holds paralytic
the import
of so cherished
the left-brain world’s:
linear time,
blood-letting competition,
herculean feats of self-imposed deadlines,
and
stuff-gathering

where beating down
a greedily awaiting
death’s door
does not do

and our lives are ours
to live
with no rule,
but
to love one another’s creation

Expect Strong Spontaneous Release

Inhaling the force of the on-rushing tidal crests gulping ferociously of their
life-giving molecules hydrogen oxygen
two parts to one
Releasing
the sea’s expanding chest
with
each
crashing
wave
of exhalation
Freedom
Found
in Familiar Functions
the mouth of Krishna
holds an entire universe
on this Royal planet Blue
In compulsive curbless escape
we are lost
unlike the tide’s retreat
knowing her Rhythm
tried & true
she
promises
to return to us
Seas Swelling terrestrial rising of torso the continents its ribs to protect fragile Liquid Lungs with each inhalation we’ve come to Expect Strong
Spontaneous Release
of the sweet &
mighty orb’s
gravitational
tensions
surrendering
more CO2
than oxygen
Are we not unlike our lovely
free-Spinning Mother-home
in Space
Waiting
half in the dark
to repeat her cycle
Living & Breathing
through yet another
gaseous
exchange?

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