In the Neighborhood

Leaves of rust dot an aggressive sky

The blacktop and yellow lines that divide us…are covered with dew

Such as a, cold sweat from a fever that will not break

Friends to the right teaching from a treacherous dream

Tired and worn neighbors to the left…correspond to the dead

Across the great dissect…acquaintances no longer fed

With watchful eye, I sit on a weathered deck pondering…’where has my neighborhood gone?’

A mortgaged life singing her swan song

Original sin and I…obeying the wrong

the Queer and the Fine

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These times are lean

for many.

Not for only the queer and fine.

Not for only those of disabled mind.

For all human and…unkind.

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Cannot help but feel a chill in the air.

Cannot help but wonder…

the depth of waters,

free flow.

The river’s edge no longer inviting.

Vacant tables seem

splintered.

Less confiding.

Brighter times misguiding.

The size of things and secret matters left to a court jester and mad hatter.

To fend distant thought,

I watch in admiration,

as my dogs frolic.

Their antics blissfully unaware of the impending need to panic.

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Whispers to a Scream

Ice caverns scrapping and scraping the back of my mind.

Respect a disillusion that I can no longer find.

How do I speak to trust…when whispers turn to face the screams.

Tell me, how is it the embedded with bedlam human claw marks…know where my faults have been?

I am just a faded albatross playing a clairvoyant…wrapped around a keeper’s neck.

Over and over. Under and under. Through and out. Nothing in doubt is what it seems.

Young, old, all spirits carry their own ashen crosses to the forehead of make believe.

Make believe in the air. Promises of graffitti etched in membranes of friends, long since gone.

Persons and their bundled parsonage chisel a tunnel from my ethical dreams.

Shame, Shame, Shame

Shame, shame, shame, shame on you
I bet you think that you’re a big man now
But I think you’re a sick man now
And you don’t know how to be a good man too
Isn’t it time to call this big dog out for our misery?!

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