Higher Learning

Black mirror, where does your despondency lay?

Have the winged southern bells returned to proffer contemplative advice?

Do they know your pools, somber and profound?

Does anyone accept our seas plaintiff and underrated?

Our mires and moats grow heavy with all that we’ve learned.

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Jubilee’s Stance

Crows have picked all sanctimonious bones from my husk, so over the hill

Doubts hurl about in the frenzy of drafty April’s afternoon

Theologians with their vestments of velvet billowing from the tundras

could never let their fibers flounder in the stance of this jubilee

This epiphany defies sectarian gospel

So much so, any shallow impetus…neither could not or would not, draw a rebirth improvisation from established misery

A sense of victory weaves as poetic vines in circles around the lies once fed

The earth does not grow beneath a prostrate bed

 

tree farm

pastures of juniper, poplar, beech and alike

oxygen snatches for the modest

impoverished by city lights…

wall flowers grow difficult to define

as lumbering, celestial, equine

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nevertheless an uncut, honesty… simple to mock

albeit their outcries to barking giants…awaiting in the night

Stepford Strangers

Belly to the bar

this is the place i could go

dancing in destiny’s afterglow

in a forest of folk and lore

cardboard sayings for a cure

no race to be won in the land of papered, big, book, restraint

in this dance life strolls with a limp

sobering how i get around…when drink is down

iron seats bequeathing intimate strangers

all making calls…24 hours a day…to other confidential visitors

each of us with our own bumper sticker philosophy

Existence of Kind