If
you’re
dancing with wolves…

is that a
fox trot?
When Daddy Died
I overpaid the
Mortician. . .

told him to
“keep the change”

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)

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.
Hal & Lula were
really’just
disciple’end…

they
refrained
alla time.

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.

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.
