Distraction

Just yet
upon the precipice
of long-a-sought
tangible peace

Of accepting
why
so impetuously
for a drink, a line, a cookie
a tightly-wound
frangibly unavailable lover
we reach

All satisfying
deeply
hopelessly-entangled-neurocircuitous-urgency
:Guards
against not living

The promise:
blissful chaos
and Flight
from terrorizing
an abyss of boredom
:Death
unsweetened by the pull of light

55 YPH

Wakening in mid-journey
as time speeds up
to 55 years per hour
a life now glimpsed
through rear view mirrors
with less apprehension
my powerlessness
as crisp and cool to the eye
& touch
as september’s shades
of bright azure
and indigo skies
the surest harbingers of fall
content to embrace
its unmistakable clarity
cherishing moments
of time past
making friends
with untold numbers of
joyous disappointment
and glorious error
like a super-charged molecule
engulfed within its cocoon-like
magnetic field
stirred to action
by electrical impulse
coursing through veins unknown
I long
to explore with wonder
and to accept
with grace
what is yet
to come

Acceptance

Whenever I accept
my own humanity
with its countless limitations
& imperfections

I regale myself
with the strength
& kindness
of love’s compassion

This is the love of self
that fuels our capacity
to return to the world
brimming with loving-kindness

Never

Uttering: never
seems a naive way
to self-soothe
from the anxieties of
life’s complex possibilities,
an arrogant posture
attempting control
of the uncontrollable

The only time
it may ever make sense
to consider verbal investiture
in the absoluteness
of this simple
retrospective stance
is upon realizing
that
never,
bears fruit
not ever

Daily Chores

I prepare
for the day’s infinite possibilities
while a subtle
sense of dread
throbs throughout my body

By setting down
the familiar
true encumbrances:
fear-based misgivings
buzzing like wasps’ wings
building a nest in my mind

With each and every out-breath
I unload
my neck & shoulders
pierced with the pinching pain
of my saddle bag’s
sharp leather strap
weighted
with rarely-used
just-in-case
sundry items
purporting to ease
my existential angst

I am released to the day
new
with hopeful innocence:
placing them down
is daily a challenge
but a chore
to which to tend
with delight

Manca di Ripresa

Sluggish and tethered to my lettino sull’adriatico
dopo il mese in gruppo leccese
victuals & chemicals spinning
in vortical flow throughout my exhausted poisoned body

Sucking at my brain precious with thoughts
of self-directed ageism,
of paralysis
by an unwanted pregnancy of
self-mutilating friends with
stingy tongues cutting like rose’s thorns their words of prejudice & denial about life’s possibilities

Cowering like court jesters
before the cruelest king
that mere consideration of
entertaining
a philosophy
that pretends Life’s purpose
to be
just
to live

Inundated
within a vortex of
uncentered thoughts
evoking expectation,
desire & disappointment
projecting fears for future plans

An artist’s hand
sets the cherrywood tear drop
free
falling
into the perfectly centered
nipple of ghiaccioed cola blood
of the inversed chalice’s
umbilicus

And I am healing
from a world wrought
with inherent contradictions
in which lies
my salvation

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?