Private mythologies
archetypes accrete
layering from earliest impressions
magic incantations
ever whispering
twist, evolve, reorganize to fit
ghostly swarm through amniotic dreams
enter worlds in play
Nobody famous
or of note
Yet, we all are stories
There were folks
Homegrown homily gals and blokes
Ready for ever another round
of hugs or chokes
Round and round this spiraling wing
Up here the air is clear, exhilarating
Spy, scry, dust, dinge, smog on down
Smudge, decipher, sinking ground
to map, to remember, to codify what’s done;
to see that journey made while on the run and
where it’s taken, what it’s written, how it spun
a tale of destiny
12/29/17-1/12/18
There were cats
running, jumping, climbing little acrobats
no less vile, childlike, kind than their
primate familiars who tried to set their scenes,
keep them fed and clean,
let them yowl and preen and rumble
for dominance
1/7/18
relax into the grief, the pain, the panic
feel emotive energy swish and cleanse,
be free
to dance into the magic,
to be the friend who holds your dream
12/17/17
song to cry by
my friends have moved on
my dreams have all died
I believe I could bear it
with you warm by my side
but these days I wander
cold and alone
with no place to stop in
no where to go
12/8/17
Don't engage
Let go of Rage
float
not so much racist misogynists
as lying cheats --
based on the traits admired
12/7/17
Remember, remember the 1st of December’s
betrayal by Congressional props.
The People have reason to charge them
with Treason,
but the Oligarchs own the cops.
12/2/17
