. . . . .

I have

under

stood,

for myself,

the Muse

is neither

Sainted,

nor whored,

merely on loan

to all those

Sensitive &

needy of

the Word

like a

crown

of thorns

. . . . . . . .

2023 JUN 17

I'mma mule

for Norm,

on that worn out

fenceless border

'Cause I know,

I carry habits

Good 'n Bad

in packs 'n bags,

and memories

not my own,

upon my back.

I know the

Name 'n Face

on the I.D.

I'm supposed

to show and

I'mma carrying,

nice and cold;

I can kick---

but ole Norm

doesn't know.

2023 JUN 13

Would that we

would

memorialize

what we

would like

more of...

cause it's

thought that what

Thought

we emphasize

multiplies

thought

similar in kind

and aftershock

Then why

then

do we

not now

then

focus on

civil progress 'n

remember to

remember

the living

rights attained

Remember...

the future is still

unmemorialized.

2023 MAY 29

Impatience

is several paces

ahead

foreboding

the future

and Its

attention

to detail;

Something

about the caring

for our environment

struck

a chord?

within the ear

in perimeter &

calculation of

the areas

hummed

inside our heads

unmeasurable.

One might insist,

for the drapes

we're drawing,

to decorate and

make our detours

more private &

in company

unoffended;

in one sided

wonder

I believe

the holdup

to be for

and not against

& I appreciate

the patience,

of Impatient

if my thoughts

are slow...

but running

2023 May 24

...the push

has Lifted

me up,

and now

pressed low,

down so, to

the Concrete

...I can see,

more clearly

in Truth;

...it only

makes

sense,

to Dig

deeper.

2023 MAY 19

So we are

Sidelined?

the seat pulled up,

from under the behind.

Didn't hear it all comin'

the way the heralds

were out cheering and

Freeeedom in the ears

was drummmin'

But the muse has

hands and tongue tied.

Blinders on

and merely nods,

while the puppetmaster

pulls the Threads along.

2023 MAY 13

Said the Obtuse

to the Acute

we seem

so out of

rhyme

and yet

we still

do some

how align

is it

a question

asked

or a

thing done

that cinches

the write

2023 MAY 05

Like the fiber

in the fibers

of the optics

of the Trust,

unliquidated

in the Think-

Tank in which

our thoughts've

sunk, all great

blue whale like;

We don't mind

the invasion...

odd as such.

...if we are, the

grist and mill,

then there must

be some-thing

to filter us...

Life.

2023 MAY 02

the committed Weekender

hates the fragmentation

of self, the bereavement

of Lights Out

in every frame

of seconds

that

do not

come back around

like blindness, deafness

comfort this:

the stars

take time

to shine

from zillion

years off

and still

we admire

the Now

even when

the matter

over there

is already

gone dark

2023 APR 28

In the attic

lives an addict

reflexes ticked

on automatic,

Glocks locked

thumb 'n index

crackin' betwixt

both shutters...

it's only me in the fringe

of these eye lashings...

shadowing the Pulse

in the tattered hood

making contact

with the pavement

and dis-ease

slithering down

the throat and

around these

ventricles...

to the twist

in the innards

of the stomach

2023 APR 25