This (Is Not My Crossing Over)

Lungs that ached

another snot-filled head

sleep that ached

as COVID-19

fucked fucked and fuckedw/me

Houston became

hellnight after hellnight

after hacked sputum went

from clear2foamy2angry green

this is not my crossing over

who the fuck

do u think i am2 lie here

on a soaked matress

and have u squeeze life outta me

like some living toothpaste tube

this not the end of my touch

of my fight

of my laughter

even though my ribs ache

and my face looks like death

fuck u and u and u a thousand

times

can u hear my laughter

neath my wheezing?

the sun still warms my face

and tans my naked ass

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photo: post-apocalyptic hot tub (Lewisburg, 3/20)

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)

Thankful

from within my soul
from around my world
words become stanzas
letters typed in html mode
one picture added in visual

eyes reading my words
minds visualizing my worlds
souls embracing my feelings
allowing our poetic essences
to mingle ‘cross virutal
space in a timeless dance

here and now please know
i love you all
for looking into this soul
this life this journey
i am grateful to you all
for reading more than my words
and accompanying me
if only for these few momemts
if only in this forum

blessings to you all
beyond this day of gratitude

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photo: November Spa in Rain (Lewisburg, 2019)

On the Morrow (When I Go To Jersey)

on the morrow
when i go to jersey
and reunite with the boy
i never got to be
in the rolling hills
among the barren trees
i will again be him

on the morrow
i meditating all
along miles of I-80
through farmland
the poconos
and the water gap
itself a perfect symbol
of the transition from
my first couple lives
to infinite next ones

i will stand barefoot
on their graves and feel
their energies mingling
with the earth’s as
pain becomes strength once again

at times
i had made this sojourn
when depressed and defeated
by the weariness in my soul

at times
i had arrived cloaked
with soiled shame and
self-loathing

at times
i had brough questions
silently asked of headstones

once, our energies
stopped my watch
shut down my iphone
and so made me laugh

so, now i go in bliss
in abundance in faith
in surrender in acceptance
of answering their calls

their plots a tile in life’s mindfulness mosiac
where Fool, Magician dance
where High Priestess, Empress sing

fuck, i love it there
on the morrow
when i go to jersey

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photo: Top Shelf (November, 2019)