"We'll Make it Right?"

Canvassing the neighborhood
Nearest The Trestle,
Our task was
To “Survey The Masses”
Sure, it was late, Ok, But by asking
The populace before they could wash their faces
Stressed that mostly, the utmost importance of..
Our goal was the very latest polling
Of very timely matters. Most of us
Took our glasses with us, I think,
We just couldn’t leave them
To be spilled in the sink.

It's the same thing

C'est la meme chose
Children fall down &
too quickly look for help,and pan-ache.
and men fall &
look to see that no one's seen
then too quietly ache for help,
quiet a noise as they can make

"Current Events"

In good faith, in fifth grade,
We were made to
Face up & interpret & comment
on “Current Events”
.
.
At work there was a meeting
Where the boss was reading
All the numbers to call in we’d be needing
When a national emergency or storm
Comes and falls hard upon our homes.
.
I had to add
“What about when
I’m just sick an’
I’m shovellin’
Manatees
Into oily holes
In my oily..
In my own
Backyard?”


South West Florida/May 4,2o10

A Single Signalling

I and It may not be monstertruck obvious
But like a catspurr can spur you through a thunderstorm
Or a night, Or origami maybe might
Amaze you in new ways for focus, and sight–
.
A single signalling;
A child of eleven
On a church swing
Offers “You’re funny”,
I’ll take it as honey
On manna from heaven.
.
The world’s love’s not worth leaving, all in all.
Mine’s a frontline free for all an’
It’s Mercy itself inside all this breathing.
An air strike has been called in
And tear gas’ got me weeping.
.
Same as a mammoth
Dropping to his knees
(I’ve seen it from my cave),
Or, a sweet whale sweating and letting go
Off the side of his seas,
Too far off from saving wave,
Or, one wheelchair child really feeling
Enough in him, not his flesh,
To reach especially hard
To a high gardenia.

Adaption

Ink can slip onto and stain a page
I think it can permeate a world around
it that can see it then re-see it new
and adapt it to the stage.
The symbals clash, the lights rush up. Both astound
A staring crowd. So start up yr. casual
stroll from the wings, not forgetting yr. casual
role

shackled in full moon's shadows

if my bloody feet
work the way
up my path as they
might, come day,
.
these falls, this stumbling,
All before my Moonlight
would be humbling
with goodly reason.

One Warning

It’s not only at night
One ought to be quiet
So as not to .startle
A sleepwalking man
.
So you stay still
Mostly I still do
I wouldn’t awaken
A sleepwalking man
.
He’s steering past scenery
He’s deaf to the dreadful din
It’s as if imbedded in him
An old ghost holes up
And mostly he still goes
All lost.
He’s explosive
World wrecking
But mostly he’s expecting
All lost.