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A Funeral
Last Thursday, a man waved white,
but the grass was painted with war.
Everything he kept inside his ship
had tipped over into the red sea.
Today, the orchard ceiling of the church -
In All Things Wonderful
Look around you at the blooming body of our mother.
Look at the sky and at the birds gliding in her breath.
Look at the river cascade while politely trafficking the fish. -
Sober for July
Tonight, I am present with my red cup
filled with water. In the woods my friends
dance above the shooting fireworks.
When colors hit the sky I cringe rather
than look up with my mouth agape in awe. -
Ode to my Hair
Thick-skinned and unruly, oh, you are the epitome of a daughter.
Break down your well-crafted follicle walls and let me nest
on the head built from the chemicals of Westerner's breath. -
Upon a Bushel of Wild Berries
Upon a bushel of wild berries
you claim this small clearing;
and you lay aside your old wearies.
As you eat the Earth's offering,
you mumble softly with yearning,
"Thank you for the gift of summer.” -
A Heavy Breath
June breathes its dry heat into your mouth.
You are filled with the lungs of summer;
and to your lips you press April nicotine,
wondering where March is now.
The nightstand has a penny’s worth of dust.
Loves
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Don‘t you wonder how they all were you?
See, the sea is crawling, over these mountain tips far west
and when I go away, to it
I see fiddling with my old hat
playing with the worn out shoes
with all the past faces, lying spread out on the ground -
I seek beauty, peace and happiness
Warming the skin,
Sun you sicken me
As with every loving branch of light you extend to me
Reminded am I of the warm love we once had
Together and close
Pure,
Naive? -
loneliness
savor companionship,
for if it gets lost in a foreign sea,
the world turns gray,
dark and bleak.savor companionship,
for if it gets frozen in time,
the world might catch on fire,
and the pain won’t subside. -
Waning Moon, Fleeing Soul
The moon is waning,
slipping away into the night,much like my mind.
As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and —
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Mother to Child
From the day you were born I loved you unconditionally.
I loved you every second, of every minute, of every day.
When you were born, I was reborn alongside you.
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Because The Monster Writes Poetry
The Monster is massive
with fangs and with claws
all lacquered and sharpened
sticking out from its jaws
The Monster is ghoulish
with deep, sunken eyes
it speaks whispers of wicked