today's poem : man standing on his head at the end of the world

 man standing on his head at the end of the world

insects buzz hover dart vanish

past arboreal ashfalls’ burnt taste

spire weed breezes tingle lips, nose

grasses and evergreen scrubs below

shudder with birds wings flapping

inner and outer dimensions interswirl

air past ears skin of arm hair tickles

looped steepled globed circle-horizons

tiring, head-top set in tufts of grass

roseate view of sun through eyelids

the abracadabra of this world, those

litanies of sorrows and joys mingle

mangle memories like wash water-wrung

laundry of long ago water rushes afar

sleeping head clears breath outside-in

dreams mixing with emptied worlds freeing

streams running distant water falling

throwing everything at non problems

today's poem (cat in a windowsill)

 

Silver and golden

windowsill cat

past whose backlit

window-screen

seems to blaze as

motes float along

filtering sunlight

in laser streams

down to the floor

as the cat purrs

today's poem is Middle School Dance

Middle School Dance

Her recent charm discovers upward

the entertainment of eager eyes

as dancing she and he interlock, boy

who stands upright, full of fervor

senses a scented paradise in her sarong

languidly wrapped as her limbs ease, flex

and receive as both caress the shared vision

of a rapid jungle daydream rapture:

Youth is rowing into a slippery cove

where passion’s sweet tang slaps time

in tidal rhythm as each surge washes

across the festival gymnasium dancefloor

Mountain Dog - today's poem

 Mountain Dog

A dull boy on a walkabout sees stranger fauna

than back down home - menacing dark souls

and big wild dogs that lurk in biblical fog

and powerful ladies menacing and solid

 

The lax boy meets the bright girl in the fog

as a mountain dog on a crag barks resolutely

When the boy kisses the bright lass in the mist

she decks him with her quick hard right fist

 

The punching teen leaves him alone to perish

but steadily he wakes as the dog licks his face

whimpers and paws in the moonless darkness

He shambles down the path at the dog’s lead

 

He thinks Tennessee is just a microdot away

drawls slowly in down-mountain canine mentality

The holy boy, his mind doubled by events

like a horse is wary of his legs on slippery tile

 

Long exertion deposits him upon a boulder

with dog at his feet waiting for his recovery

till slowly sun dawns on broken jaw pain

and his spirit guide leads him to deliverance

today's poem is "passenger"

passenger

sometimes I’m a lead soldier  

standing in a dim locomotive cab

I see no engineer, a phantom

controls roaring nerve trains

 

the quickness with which I move

is befogged in the harsh din

derailed nomad in a spirit world

a moth trapped in a light globe 

Idling Across Great Expanses (today's poem)

Idling Across Great Expanses

 

as I eat my chili mac

super bus, my shiny metal friend

          goes faster than cheetahs

slower than a mistake

          crisscrosses country

                    back and forth

                       like La Nina   

            as forces of nature fade

 

on the Overland Express

 

my friends are all here

          dealing penny ante

poker, spades, hearts, canasta

                as we discuss our youth

not listening as the bus calmly rattles

             over prairies, bridges, mountain cuts

swerving roads on our curving words

                       ambiguous

          chowder for sharks

past graveyards, churches, steeples

 

                    I pull the cord

                    to de-bus

but there is nowhere to stop the travel

          as my nerves unravel

             tires spit gravel

                    O Super Bus

                      rumble through orchards

                            one last turnaround

                              to make a daydream spin

today's poem - 'between asleep and awake'

between asleep and awake

a note strikes a fan blade and warbles

bends upward then downward rapidly

shears like a drum beat seeks dimension

                                distending outward

                              as if a bird in a tree

singing sharply at dawn

ascends circular, elliptical to scribe her arc

quavering awake mid-air