WORST BEDTIME STORY EVER
If he’s truly gone
He fell from a tree
Night-vision just finally darkened black
That might happen, if it’s true,
When he would move forward to a new branch
I found an opossum on my lawn
& if he’s truly gone
His odd defense
Odd Lazarus gifts
Of cessation, resurrection.
Odd mask of death did drop?
We’d ask if his time was up.
Give him a kick
BIT OF A RECLUSE
It could be I got bit
Three times by a recluse spider.
Here in the sub-tropics
Where recluse spiders are a risk
But I’m a bit of a recluse, too.
I like the dark,
My own time, & whiskey.
Oh, the friends and kin they call me;
They go “Cool Guy!”,
Man, they might “Night Falls” me.
When there’s three red moons on my arm,
They all do enthrall me,
Almost with their own flow chart.
It’s dangerous art,
Three red, full moons on my arm.
CAROLINE VALENTINE’S EYES
lovers, when asked about lovers
all I can muster is, "Is it likely
I even have likers?"
But I've known you like me,
& I'm too fond of you.
I'm too fond of yr. brilliant squinty eyes;
It's faceted blue apatites,
Aquamarine, no, blue topaz,
Wild emeralds, a hell of a violet spinel,
No, tear sapphires, for real,
I'm urged to end virtually all this spelunking business
What? My time's up? (& dearly departed?)
I just did "eyes", I just got started.
STILL, THERE WAS THAT NIGHT
She won't remember when without a word we wandered dark collegetown neighborhoods.Where were the dogs & cops? I wondered.We were thrilled for the night still.
Still, there were all the satellites. And very still, there was that light in a candlelit
picture window. It gave a silhouette, a shadow, she was readying a bed.
Buffing up a sheet, she showed us, (my sister Janny and me)Her heartstopping Beauty;
A silent ballet shadow show that we acknowledged, her walk-stopping
ethereal naked lines.Then we continued on, still wordless.
Then, getting stiller yet.
PAST THE BARRICADE
I bet, when it's time to settle up
& I’m front & back up against the barricade,
I bet, I dare to gawk and glare
Past the barricade.
I’ll scarcely be scared
The least bit biblically
Humbled by heaven.
I could not certainly see
The foals and fawns there,
& All our infants.
Eaglets soar there
I would not mind waiting.
BREAKDOWN. GO AHEAD GIVE IT TO ME
Stoicism is a prison
Though I break out
Though I break down
Through the pull of a merciful act
Then I’m old and too weak to hold back
I can imagine a troubled
Panicked angel tangled double;
One cat caught in a grate
A girl unfair in a wheelchair
Nears and dares her balance, her endurance, her tolerance
Strains all of her weight
Shows the pain that she’s used to on her face
Then relief, and they’re both free
She and the cat both refuse to
Like those that might see.