living@102fps


steel shiny
rubber rolling
windshield worlds
click, click, click
of my smartphone
driving@102fps

hotel suites
staff know my name
packed lunches dinners
complimentary breakfasts

then suit-up time
buttoned-down or t-shirted
(superman had his cape: ive got my blazer) and jeans
this psychologist’s uniform

preparing to understand
kids yelling punching soiling @102fps
parents struggling denying
enabling offending

another deep deep plunge
back into the infinite flow
of young faces hiding
tortured souls and secrets
finding dna of their pain

“abused”
“neglected”
“in placement”
“rights terminated”
are never just words
bandied about

so many violated kids
i gotta gotta know
102 feet per second
day in
day out
barely keeping up

“depraved”
“heartbreaking”
“tragic”
all those realities apply

lived their prisons
felt their rages
knew their numbness
storms before my calm
lived decades before
lived lives ago
lived PTSD life
always fighting
always dying
rising up again
until no1Left2fight
but me

being part of their journeys
starting their evolutions
of making mountains into
pebbles on their paths
helping them find miracles

when the evals all done
it’s never barely mentioned
each a stranger again

afterwards i
slip off the sport coat
slip into the car
meditate and
send out healing
as i heal@102fps

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photo: untitled windshield landscape (Trout Run, PA)

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)

Outlaw Truth

words that cut
sharpened by truth
turn no deaf ears
in this morning’s light

warned by The Universe
to give us this day
its Daily Bread
i shall go armed
only with insight
carried on wings
of outlaw truth

singleness of purpose
battling injustices
profound and profane
under building storm clouds

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photo: Morning Reading. (January, 2020)

Personal Brand Aide (#2#)

lands burning
drones bombing
airliners shot down
politicians manuevering

never mind
its my selfie parade!
look at me
im just so wonderful
with all these things
surrounding me

im a blue screen idol
your personal brand aide
helping you work through
life’s annoying realities
because in my posts
there’s no war or hate or pain
just me, me, me
showing off to you

influencer me
im just so cool
im just so real
living #2#
living 2go viral

see me
click on me
like me
follow me

be me now
if just for one instant
make my illusion
yours all yours
touch my image
feel your soul evolve

let me be your drug
with a wonderfulness
you can only peek in on
so sorry it sucks 2BU
come drink my Kool-aide
and build your dreams
all around my drama

be happy 4ever
4get those fires
exploding drones
political airliners
or whatever

#4me
#4u
#4everyone

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photo: PHX approach (December 2019)

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)

Resolution (On New Year’s Day)

the newness of now of beginning again
seeing sunrises each moment
finding redemption in each step

i so want you to be at peace
laying to rest past trauma
embracing serenity and building your solitude

find yourself in this newness
like a reclaimed brave voice
in your own wilderness
that i can respect
though never fully understand

i see more than my words say
as i lie naked on the bare ground vulnerable in my own being

you dont need my words
you dont need my permission
just my lovespace
it gives you to fill your newness

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photo: Stairways (Williamsport, 1/1/20)