She’s a figure in rags
who holds the house together
arms stretched around
this world we hold dear,
she’s the one
who held us together
in raging-flood night
and cooled the licking
flames of destroyers,
the one we never
noticed or spoke or
regarded
as a mortal being.
Oh look
Coyote
is dropping
an anvil
oh look
Coyote
is lighting
a fuse
now Coyote
is breaking into
my car
someone call
the police.
I dream of a province of request, an exoplasm of breathing lights, a banquet of consequences
unreleased acetates of a
marble index
white letters on nocturnal flesh
migratory soul of genteel contact
following love’s infinity
into the empyrean realm
a blissful maven.
Know what? I
just don’t care anymore
when all is so
Messed up here. I swear
I have lived four decades
full of stress. Enough.
I’ve had my fill,
taking my vacation from
even what makes sense.
In the words of Billy
Pilgrim, “Poo-tee-weet.”
I want to say
love you so,
across boundaries
across borders
across time & space
Let love unite
us as nothing else can.
The light of the world shines
through the souls,
through the smiles,
through the eyes
of all of its’ inhabitants.
And in time
All things dark will be illuminated.
Together we are brighter than the sun,
and we too
can shower this world,
shower this life,
shower this existence
with warmth.
It’s Mother’s Day
but I am only
mother to the imaginary
Goat Boy who lives
grazing in my mind
eating what he pleases
a sight
to injure the eyes
of other pastel dressed
doting parents.
I am on the border
of something new,
an unfulfilled old promise
tucked away, moth-eaten,
now waving
hello again after a long
hibernation.
dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile
in the icy wind
I write for you
you are an angel
smart and beautiful
sweet and strong
you are an angel
with a big heart and
gentle smile
you are a blessing
you are so special to me.
I many times thought peace was near,
when it was far away,
As a weary traveler deems to sight an oasis,
in the middle of a desert,
A lost voyager, ponders how many fictitious shores to go before finding a harbour.
Where was peace, all the while?
Roaming in wilderness or waiting for my homecoming,
In my high rise condominium,
Handmade miniature kitchen garden,
Or at my top-notch banking workplace?
As hopeless as I was, I even thought of buying it,
At Eaton Shopping Centre, in a spicy slice of time,
But Peace was sold out, invariably.
Until one day, I found it within myself.
Sleeping like a baby.
Awakened, sleepy smiling eyes recognized me.
Ah! Finally the moment had come,
I cuddled peace, and never let it go.
Now we both are home,
Everywhere!