Robin’s Nest

Once upon
a Super Moon
I met a man with amber eyes
his resonance
deep
& playful
& strong

His smirking
lips thick,
locked-on
to my hungry mouth,
electric blue bolting
slivers
of shivers & bumps
climbed squirrelly
into
my languishing
primitive brain
stems of craving
for solid
abode

My empty
nest
suffers cads no longer
for
I am a robin’s
azure blue, black
speckled-egg
home

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Summer’s Cruel Retreat

“I wander lonely
as a cloud”
through dark and starless
a September’s night
the cool of aging summer’s
breeze
caressing my naked arms

I should have brought my sweater.

Marching on
toward the light
Kenmore Square
in my sight
arms’ counterpointing
rhythmic swing
to unintended
goose-like steps
a playful cadence
marks the beat

I knew! before opening that fucking email that I couldn’t do anything to resolve this problem before morning. Now I’m angry, distracted, it’s fucking late, and I probably won’t be able to sleep.

Foreboding chill
of an imminent
autumnal arrival
on its heels:
February slush

A sign reads: Whom will you make peace with today? Not winter I assured myself cantankerously.

A shadowy creature
lurches past
my delightfully wafting
leather-clad left foot

A fucking rat? No, not that!

But a brave and lonely
frightened urban hare
staring me down
panicked eyes meeting mine
wildly pulsating
wiry-haired chest
visibly fibrillating
frantically
plotting his options
for impossible escape

What a strange, incongruous site, to cross paths with this timid cotton-tailed creature plodding along dark and bustling a Boston street; ecological efforts working too well.

I hop along
in light-hearted solitude
much like my skittish
leparidae friend
my hind legs propelling
my poetic evening stroll
up and away
taking flight
soaring high and far
beyond
summer’s cruel retreat

Superlative Singleminded Thick Straight Lines

Pressure to proceed
Along superlative
Singleminded thick Straight lines
Takes a detour
Onto meandering, blossoming
Summer lavender trails
Giving chase to joyous ends
Of heart & mind
Only each
Alone
Knowing
Its beguiling forlorn quest:
To think, to write, to speak
To act
Without restraint

Realization of dreams
Close to the heart
Dear to the mind
Before the world
Accomplishments stacked
Like so many books
Walls overcrowded with trophies & diplomas & moose heads
Become dictators to
Fragile false selves hooked
More by the fawning crowd
Than by forays into acts of
Liberating self-kindness

Fleeing the inconspicuous
Ubiquitous slave master’s
Imposed preposterous perfection
Into the night
With untrue & tired old friends
Rebelling by escape
We vampires
Our hungry tongues
Compulsively lapping
At life’s myriad elixirs
Promising eternal peace
Power & ecstasy

Simple
Participating presence in time’s gift:
A life lived…
Well enough
To realize all it fancies
To which most do not dare
To dream of giving flight
Lest they fall paralyzed
Into Fear’s gaping guise of
Contentedness

The most interesting
Slave to perfection
The world has ever known
The master’s perfect dream
Gone
Awry

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?

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