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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

There is a party going on...





There is a party going on…..

There is in this vast spinning
cerulean marble
a party
going
on
and
an
and
on
You need no invitation
Stay until the very end





Happy New Year -





Happy New Year

Party so hard that your legs fall off
Party so hard that sweat pours down
your back and between your breasts
and your breath comes in gasps as
the room spins and the music pounds
and you dance banging your heels into
the ground.  Party so hard that your
skin flames onto bone as your features
slide into melt. Party through the dark
night under strobe lights of the mind
Party - so that tears will not fall into this

New Year






Sunday, December 28, 2014

Ready

Ready

She sits alone in her room – her bed neatly
made - waiting with lips closed with the same
silent penitent patience of a novitiate – waiting
in a clean old-fashioned dress–claimed,cleaned,
pressed just for this finally arrived day.  Grand-
mother’s locket glows golden warm on the scar
between her newly burgeoned breasts. Listening
to the screeching laughing of the others scoring her
mind – claws of stray slit eyed cats – ferociously feral,
screaming enemies of struggled sacred, holy, peace.
She sits alone waiting for the chime of the doorbell just
down the hall at the front door –  willing its pure peal –
Breathing in and out – Out and in – calming the cat calls –
clearing the tumbled trouble times until slowly the vast blank
quiet plain of mind returns stretching as pale wheat waving –
as she waits for the chime of the bell and for him to take her
away from this silent screaming heinous home.
She waits, alone through the afternoon –
As sun falls she rises and looks over the field to the
road and a pinprick of light widening curving ever closer
to her – and when, and only when it is but a single curve away
she smoothes the bedcovers and runs to the door on tiptoed bare-feet.
Bong-Bong. She flings open the door - is already outside running past him
her shoes in hand - a sigh on her opened lips – door slapping behind her –
Ready – oh so very ready to ingest whatever he offers in place of all she has silently swallowed for far far too long. And when they are moving far out beyond the fields, the house a fading memory already erasing itself –
She leans out the open window fingers stretched to catch handfuls of soft cool breeze – shakes her hair free and howls. One single joyful howl – laughing at the silver moon – Full, fresh and sumptuously round in this sanctified sky flung with shooting stars of far better tomorrows.







Friday, December 26, 2014

Sands of Time





Then - there was
a tumbled swirl of
scattered smiles
sparkling- as limbs
stretched and time
gathered memories
filled your firmament
as a steady flame -
all that was, all that
is and all that is still
unspooling as a satin
ribbon into the future
Today - there is
A Happy Birthday
to savor and enjoy

With love abounding



Sunday, December 21, 2014

Mother-Child Disunion




Mother-Child Disunion

Talk swirls about them
She bends and lifts adjusts
And fusses in a thousand
Ways – wiping a sticky
Toddler chin on the edge
Of her apron carefully with
The tip of a fingernail freeing
One of the aunts’ sweaters
Who caught its soft loops on
A nieces’ jangly bracelet
Talk swirls about them
And food and drinks and
Hours slip and if they don’t
Melt they don’t bang either
She continues to perform her
High wire tightrope walk
Without help – all alone
In the jumble of happy family
A small puddle of panic-sweat
Gathering behind her neck,
Sliding between her shoulders
As her eyes meet that one
Child finishing a laugh and
A clap on an uncle’s back –
One child – her child – now
Grown staring at her the smile
Slid from his face – eyes dead
As he shakes his head at her
Tentative step toward and mouths
“Your bad – Your choice.”
Though it is neither