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As I swam in a fast moving spring,
a very tall man in a floppy, tan hat
walked his bike along the footpath.

His big feet wore shocking pink shoes
and I, shocked in turn, closed my eyes.

Photons collided against my lids in
warm, solar memory bombs
transported me to a picture of you
swimming in a pool just like mine.

In two weeks, my age will be the same
as yours turned right after we met.
It troubled you so.
Now it is here to trouble me.
But you are not.

the day the blackbird came
the eggplant hues shone off its wings
and all it did was beckon me
along the paths of decadence
old perceptions snuggled near
and I mused upon my younger sin.

then came next the red tail hawk
that lit so fast on my heart
that it nearly took it
when it flew away so quickly.

then sat the redbird next to me
and sang sweet melodies
that made me cry for I knew
it was not long before
it took the sky effulgent.

finally the golden eagle spoke
with reminiscent thankfulness
that made me remember why.

You’re a stone skipper
and a day tripper.
Somedays you’re just a little
sacred cow tipper.

You’re a deep thinker
and a cloud winker
Sometimes you’re too much
of a coffee shot drinker

You sing just like a bird
with all the beauty that you’ve heard.
and every single word makes me ping
baby sing, baby sing!

You’re a kite flyer
and a town crier
Somedays there is no one who can
make me feel higher.

You’re heart is made of gold.
such a beauty to behold.
but no one ever told you it’s not a ring.
baby sing. You can’t hold on to that thing.

You’re a string picker
and a cat fetch flicker
You always seem to know just how
to make this gal snicker.

There is so much left to see
for a soul that’s truly free.
Even the poison ivy’s lost it’s sting.
So baby Sing! Take to the wing.
Baby sing. Sweet baby sing.

I made my love
a simple velvet sleeve
and in it, placed a thistle
from on hilltop I did whistle
and bid him wear it as he did leave.

I watched him go
unto the valley fair
as he walked I played a tune
so he might hear the words I feared to croon
and silken ribbons filled the sunny air.

Time went by
and still my heart did yearn
as the whistle did resound
the notes did shake the gentle ground
but never did my lover return.

After two and twenty years
a husband passed and children grown
I climbed the hill again to call his name
singing to the one that never came
lost my footing and did cast aside a stone.

Underneath my clumsy heel
my hand reached among the rocks
I did find what I had craved
a package with my initial engraved
shaking hands did open up the dainty box.

A photo was revealed
of a lovely lady in her finest attire
and in her hand was clasped the tattered sleeve
the back inscribed “My daughter Genevieve”
“I could not leave the one whom I did sire”

Now with tear in eye
my whistle sounding strong
I did smile upon the choices he had made
knowing why he hadn’t stayed
and to whom his heart did really belong.

As I rose to leave
I did pack away my whistle
when a voice did fill my ears
I hadn’t heard in twenty years
as his hand took mine, I felt the thorny thistle.

A yellow crested companion
sings a joy song to the morning
over the fan hum of four computers.

Sunshine strobe-light
covers the west wall
and a hazy memory of
standing in the distant shade
of a Bell chopper rotor
spins a web of nostalgia
on my backbone.

Pigtails fly back
and the navy dress is scooped up
revealing white tights.

The little girl takes no notice and
a wide grin crosses her face as she
climbs into the big clear bubble with
the help of her father.

Her eyes dart lustfully at the clear floor
and then questioningly at the seat-belt.
Her lips rise on one side as her index finger
finds the release groove and she prepares for take off.

I don’t think that I can take this anymore.
I have lost two friends to this empty, tired war.

There is nothing left to do
when the dreams catch up to you.

Everyone I love will leave
but I keep loving anyway.

Every time my heart will grieve.
No one quite knows what to say.

Angel with wet wings on dry land
ever light and ever willing
Thank God for those who try to understand
lost my sight, the job is killing
…me ….so lonely

I don’t know how long I can breathe this scabby air.
The world around is bleeding and no one seems to care.

We are set on tick
but we never talk.
We are all wound up
but we never walk.

Why can’t we all JUST FUCKING GET ALONG?!
fine, I’ll finish my song.

Angel with wet wings on dry land
ever light and ever willing
Thank God for those who try to understand
lost my sight, the job is killing
…me ….so lonely

CM 3-6-2007

I look into your plastic eyes and see forever.
I know you the moment you are on my hand.
No one is closer.
No one knows me better.
Your heart is my own.

I build you, we are one together.
I fail you, I am crushed.
I am confused, I ask and you answer to my surprise.

My oldest friend,
we have grown older
and the years have brought words
to explain us.

But, nothing can separate felt from flesh
or feeling from foam and fur.

String theory is out, man.
Let’s get where it’s at!
Eleven dimensions.
Dig it. Daddy-O!
Parallel universes hum along.
Don’t cross the streams, Ray
even if they come in dozens.

fitful truth
piece within peace
marvelous dancer incarnate

found like sickle cells
on museum walls
in crimson and orange bubblets

drapes on my mind and shaking hands
a summoning cloth
my chest grows taut in silence

beat per beat
in fire drummer hammers
my eyelids collide with the future

garage doors pulling themselves
open with the Genie electric
call of my shotgun alarm clock

I rise and continue
and continue to rise
because the arrow of time flies forward