Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Muttering Under One's Breath

Think I don't hear muttering under your breath?

Insulting me with projections?

Peerless chick magnet you; all the right moves

With illusions throughout your pretentious life

Bitterly recounting the strayed wives 

The financial strife you skirt to this day

Mountains to hang from and glide away

 

This passing sun shower that tickles my back

Each drop of boredom excites and thrills me

Every drop trickles into the river of retirement

Affluence so satisfactorily eludes me

Women unattached with gawky reservation 

As you fly high as a kite in the wild blue yonder

I come up for air from under blue water

 

It’s all slim pickings without Zen and a pension

Why would I want to resurface without?

Unless game existence is mutual, no doubt

Why would I trust someone resenting?

When two men walk they take turns listening

Not one narrative will unwind

Lying to one's face would be so unkind

 

Nam-yo-ha-ring-aye-quo let the feeling go

Be in this world but not of this world

Born to sweet delight or the endless night

I would chose the former for my lot in life

To a fate in an unchangeable mind

For those unable to help themselves out

Few choices are left that they can find

 

The natural world refreshes me

Mountains, canyons, deserts and seas

The natural world resounds

Jostling for position, terrestrially bound

And the rain falls on mankind

With shelter or without

Survivors understand and save their doubt

 

Each to one’s station along the long road

Each to one’s ability to carry or unload

Living life only for a paid vocation

Trapped in a haze of borrowed frustration

Takes the joy away from others

Takes the joy away from thee

Such a pitiful apathy

 

At noon on the bench the turbines stop humming

The Han in my ringing ears meditating

On bird calls, cicadas, a gentle stream

Cumin pumpkin soup at home with cream

Caramel droplets for ants below roaming

Keep us fueled in all the right places

Penetrating the red dust with your graces


July 15, 2020

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Sunday, July 5, 2020

Floating In and Out of Senses

The sweet taste of sugar pleases my tongue

Like the orgasmic sensation of being young

As white river noise runs through my eyes and ears

Backed by cicadas chirping crescendo

In a momentary meltdown when to mantra I succumb

With embankment roads free of thoroughfare

Thanks to the overpass under construction yonder

No vehicle fumes yet up my nostrils

Nothing to make my current mood hostile

Monday’s factory a distant memory

Gone from distraction to my satisfaction

Nothing in mind can entwine my enchantment

Lead it away from the ledge where tall grass sways

In humid breezes barely budging

From the promised late afternoon downpour

Clouds coagulating listened to within sense

Where I can find peace without being there

Scenic in a landscape unescapable

Oblivious to a fate un-retraceable

Alive in a rainforest with memory notched

Like a record wound down awaiting ejection

I must lift my needle for the next song to play

Or be stuck in the inner groove of another day


July 5, 2020

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