will u b my4ever blue sky

will u b my 4ever blue sky
of endless possibilities
punctuated by wispy clouds
of transient doubt
?

will u hear w/me
ghosts crying nightly
mere memories
not prophesies
?

as 2being1
will u speak truths
only us2 will hear
in our souls
?

will u come& go
with me
neither leader
nor follower
?

will u blossom
as i bloom
wither
as i falter
?

will u b my4ever
sun
my4ever
moon
my4ever
stars
?

“yes,” we said
the Word
resonating
in our4ever
soul
.

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photo: my4ever blue sky (January, 2020)

upon (sound) healing

become the dust
flow through my pores
soak into my blood
alter my dna

my eyes materialize
within your darkest night
paired sunrises or sunsets
only you know which
in each passing moment

touch what you will
you will touch me
we two mingling in breezes
cascading before the sun
in our rainbow
only others can see
only we can feel…

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photo: SunSetsoon (January, 2020)

Pencil in a Spa

planes that fly away from me
as the sun leaves my sky
dont know what i want to be
when i finally grow up

who was it who made me
one day at a time
back in the good old days
before my nights had eyes

im not sure i know me
as well as i know you
theres too much
i dont want to see
how my mirrors need cleaning

someday i’ll be all gone
vacant from my body envelope
just floating on the ether
waiting for time to end

’til then i’ll just float
like a pencil in a spa
waiting for my next words

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photo: Pencil in a Spa (Lewisburg, 2020)

didKnot feel like dyin2day

snow turned winter brown2white
muffled sounds of goodyears ‘gainst pavement
as i sped along backroads
fetch erranding LoverWife’s parcel

didKnot feel like dyin2day
instead found a song
4 inspiration 2 write
another feature screenplay
&
wrote a poem ’bout pTsD
watched TV and a film
with LW

five weeks until Sedona
flying A321@PHL2PHX
smiles (of course)
who cant be happy
@30k ft (tell me, tell me)

2easy2ache4others pain
no: bSelfish2day
had2holdMEtight in life’s embrace
so much life2day
so much beauty2day

hell around isKnotting others
fingertrap and gordian
tying us all down
when 4getting
we doKnot feel
like dyinInside2day

live2love2unravelKnots
peaceB2U
loveB2U
slipKnots
&UBfree

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photo: squallB4passing (January 2020)

blue screen poet, etc

the President said
kill the General
the People said
kill the President
as Australia burns
and the Senate churns

whose sins did Epstein die4
as blue screens invade our space
and damage our brains

i cant remember what i thought
must have been important once upon a Time in hollywood
enough for Weinstein’s perp walker (from coast2coast, his SexCrimes are the most!)

i got #metoo’d at 18
my rapist guy now Life Coach
in Big apple (mick and his boys sang ’bout being shatter’d)

shadoobied all upside and down with razor to my being
no perps had walkers back in the good Olde day

’cause guys only get raped in prison or in war
but i ain’t killed no General (so what’s that all about?)
& aint done no crime
but doin’ all this time

just a blue screen poet
watching the world die
eternally optimistic
trippin’ on whatever wherever (cause drugs are so-o-o Seventies and pot gives me legalized munchies)

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photo: good morning poet (January 2020)

LuvB2URoad

January 11 2016 PHX PHL WFL 673 Modfied

Miles to go before I can pause
My companion the road holds me safely in its embrace
Asphalt lover unwinding beneath my tires
How I love to be grounded and rolling

LuvB2URoad
Where all is possible in your flowing lanes
Where adventure and possibility are waiting
Where miles evaporate in Mindfulness Meditation
And my muses dance on the pavement
Rubber, creativity, and road are the happy trio
As I grab my voice recorder and take another note

My mind dances so freely between those lines
That make up each lane
I feel it speeding so rapidly no matter
The limits imposed by signs I whiz by or drift past
Ensconced in my moving pod
I playing songs over and over again
As thoughts, images, and lines of dialogue
Burst forth and make their way to my lips
And digital recorder

Transient car and truck cities moving inspire me
As we jockey for position
Swearing laughing and smiling at each other
Though the professionals pay us no mind
For them the road is a thirty-thousand pound office

At times, a million miles left is a welcome break
At others, one mile seems more like swatch of asphalt
Stretching infinitely painfully beyond breaking
Over so many damned hills and equally as damned valleys
Never surrendering a hint as to its hoped-for end
At those times, it is a vapid creative purgatory
Limbo untouched by favorite songs or phone calls

LuvB2URoad as you simultaneously take me
Away from and lead me to wonderful worlds
Corporeal, imagined, and metaphysical
My journey limited only by the gas in my tank

Going, going, going
Flowing, flowing, flowing
While fully swaddled
In my rolling meditation temple

 

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Photo: Infinity’s Road (Lehigh Tunnel, 2015)

 

So Me “O” (Social Media Orgasm)

October 1 2014 053

selfies are the binary microdots connecting our souls
i use to build my day
and send to you
with a simple typing of my fingers and, *CLICK*
the bait is set

post and tag, me, baby
post and tag
post
!

now, for the endless moments stretching through dull stuff like driving, eating,
breathing, shitting, watching Netflix, pissing, or just lying in bed

all the while waiting, waiting, waiting
for your like, your heart emoji, and your words so rapidly tossed into cyberspace
that’s it’s really just your first superficial impulse
or maybe something longer that you’ve maybe even, yes, yes, proofed and edited

or shared across the So Me Universe, my memes, reactions, witty little put down
misappropriation of a So Me piece of So Me trash just drifting in cyberspace
going viral is the
So Me “O”
with millions of viewers taking less than five seconds from their wonderful lives as they drive, eat, breathe, shit, watch Netflix, piss, or just lie in bed
to connect the microdots and drop virtual acid in our world wide vapidity

a click
a like
a heart
a share

So Me “O” over and over again

until the next meme comes along…

 

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photo: Sleeping Selfie (Windfall, 2015ish)