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♥ Millennial Style


I need to be

win-dicated,

swell-i-dated,

unswitchable &

accounted 4

–times over. . .

No thumbs up,

or thumbs down,

but all thumbs &

all over–

clumsily. . .

I wish to be

added

& oared

in

life, love

&

boat style,

No pretext,

or subtext,

just context in

all’out

fashion. . .

I want an

app

to

‘prove me,

‘laud me,

and

‘prize me

–with all the whistles and bells that

open

floor

&

end

doors—

–is what I want

(to be clear)

Piece Sign

I think it is…

there’s store signs,

and star signs,

and cosigning loans…

there’s  designs,

and ensigns,

and street signs for zones…

 

there’s resigns,

and designs,

and high signs that hint…

there’s ass signs,

and time signs,

and buck signs from mint…

 

there’s signs that’s a language,

for those who can’t hear

there’s lines made of dots,

for signing sincere

there’s so many signs!

It’s easy to miss,

the signs

from above,

a kind of kismet.

 

4 Corners


 
 
I

Breathed out.

Loosing

Lizard Brain

that skittered

cross path

–tale switching
 
 
 
 
I

Breathed in.

Butterflies

folding

whitened flags,

–from which red had washed away

I

Picked a route.

–wary over river

in dew-soaked shoes I tripped

and righting–

every step I took

amplified the flow.

I

Relaxed.

Chary, still, of

distant

Rooster crow

–unaware

of dusk and dawn–

I

Felt

Pebble push afresh

in soul

–knowing

other

in another

I hadn’t noticed before.

I

shivered.

Wind combing

weight of hair,

sorting

snarls

unattended.

I

saw.

Leaves falling

to the left

inanimate and

animation,

wildflowers gilding right, and

dogged

behind—

I

Learned.

To fall

in ponds

To jump

in pools.

To

be the water and

fearless found

–an immersion so beautiful–

in truth,

I needed no

respite.

Half-Glassed

Living is bane—is hardship, is hexed,

If you think so, then it’s true…

Life is a gift—then, now, and next.

 

But what of the trials? The lessons that vex?

That change your world view…

Living is bane—is hardship, is hexed.

 

See them as challenge. You’re up for the test.

The outcome’s up to you…

Life is a gift—then, now, and next.

 

But what of the losses? That tighten your chest?

That make you feel so blue…

Living is bane—is hardship, is hexed.

 

Savor the moments, know each is blessed

and love be valued, too…

Life is a gift—then, now, and next.

 

Existence is hard, when seen as a mess,

But puzzle you can do…

Living is bane—is hardship, is hexed

Life is a gift—then, now, and next.