saturday morning

a cascading cacophany of plastic bottles
perform a percusive duet
as they bounce arhythmically
on to white porcelain
after exiting
a mirrored medicine chest
announcing my attempt
at a quiet
early
exit

sorry

sh*t

mumbling

muttering

replacing

chest door squeeks closed
after opening silently

shhh

geez

...

damn

and no birds sing

while you sleep
do you dream
of me
of secrets shared
of games
we played
I sat you on
my waiting lap
and nothing else
saw all the day

while you sleep
do you miss
my touch words laughs
while we're apart
as I marvel
at your lovely brain
I do forget
you have no heart

I can hold you
while you sleep
but
you're cold
you're quiet
you're darkly pale

le beau dell sans merci

you never
knew me
not at all
you only held me
in your thrall

alternative

In the garden Euritredes
Flaxen Armouths pure delight
Nips the budding Viscaredes
Tends the trailing Anterbrite

Oh,my Love, Thy clans misfortune
Brings the Flindered River nigh
Close to our Beloved Disportune
Flooding plains of Basaryghe

Canst thou see the scattered Brashes
At once Pure and Vilified
Heaped with sweet Esxenocrases
Now with bitter Wispens lie

Round our ankles swirl the Waters
Swift retreat to Andercry
Love, Sweet Love, Sweet Youth, Sweet Daughter
Rest for now in Lullaby

silly me

my garden's a glade
where nimble fairies
leap and laugh
from leaf to blade
hear unsurpressed giggles
tinkling through
a morning mist
in my window
trills of warbling
reasonable song
jump onto my pillow
eager as dawn
wakes me as sun
pours her newlit beams
through feathery whispers
of sassafras
pine dappling fairieland
in a patchwork of dreams
running up porch railing
with my honeysuckle vine

mind children

hold playmates captive
in perpetual childhood
on sidewalks of memory

crisp old snapshots
faded home movies
black white color

fast takes
slow motion
frozen frames

imprisoned
in synaptic cellblocks
no growth no change

kept inside me
to play with
in everlasting summer

Ms. Appellation

Who am I?

Do you know me?

I do not know my name.

Grandpa stole our family name
on WWI's battlefield,
no one ever spelled it right.

My patients call me nurse.

1st husband gave me his name,
gave it to our son.
I became Mom.

I lost my middle name along the way.

My first name really belonged to my aunt.

2nd husband gave me another name,
gave it to our 2 boys.

Now, Hubby gives me his.

I am Mrs. so and so's Mother-in-Law.

For some reason I have yet to fathom,
my neighbor calls me Janet.

I answer to every name I've ever had,
and then some.

Who am I?

Do you know me?

I do not know my name.

broken spell

at museum exit
I must transition
from climate control
to chaos

a wild summer shower
engulfs me
as I pass through
this portal

an ambulance hiccuping its way
along main street
toward hospital
alerts me
I must wipe away
my raindriving fear
as a blade dispenses
a windshieldful of droplets

I yearn for safe irresponsibility

my passengerside door beckons
as I hurry across parking lot
but I must remind myself
no
I am alone today
my fate is steering wheel
engine
decisions

home is where I long to be
to empty my ice-tea-filled-bladder
now pressing against seat belt

more

I need to be home

done with this road

Arcing

I was possessed
by possessions'
black ice
fingers,
that day you forced
me to unlock
promises
made only to myself.

Where you are now,
piloting
an open sea of dreams
fearful of blockades
and mutinies,
I have been,
circumnavigating
old wounds,
half remembered
love affairs.

What is between us is limbic,
otherwise irrational.

The answer is always
transparent.

Nearly poisonous.

Libidinous ghosts resume
their unforgotten forms,
eager to continue,
forgiving and friendless.

That hunger,
(like a snow covered walkway)
which drew me to you,
that I recognized, first;
then mysteriously ignored,
disappeared.