The Monarch

I'm in a car with 2 others
male and female

A large Monarch butterfly flies onto the windshield!
It is huge and beautiful! It's body is big!
It has a beak like a weapon!

The beak falls off... it is soft underneath.

My window is slightly open and it tries to get in...
I am in awe and slightly fearful of this Monarch because I don't know it's intentions.
The man in my car punches it in the face and I am appalled!

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The Monarch body is in a white cloth bag.
It's been beaten and is lying on the ground...
I take the bag and begin to caress it's body - furry and colorful - giving it life and love.
It's body is warm...
It is coming to life...

Complex Reflection

A gentle breeze
enters morning
in her complex
where pools are
gated and calm
crystal clear and
surprisingly shallow

ENTER MORNING


2 doctors leave
this complex
where sick people live
Rest, they say
We need rest.

EXIT MORNING

to quicken their step
she dives into
a shallow pool
her cry for help
drives away the doctors
they seek rest
from the complex
where sick people live

Where is the beauty in my words?
SHE ENTERS MOURNING
HER WORDS ARE DEAD

Her car hidden
behind a tree
Her favorite place
to park

Please don't ask if it's allowed to be there.
She wishes not to be moved

GOOD MORNING!
GOOD MOURNING!

HERE
they are tired
they want to take a break
from her complex
where pools are
gated and calm
crystal clear and
surprisingly shallow

HEAR
where sick people live

Boomerang

I bubbled with determination to meet love's words.
That determination melted into my forehead releasing pressure fumes that intoxicated my sorrows to sleep.

As they traveled through my body of being, I traveled closer to the breath of Truth, embraced by a heartbeat I once thought was mine.
But soon realized it was the beat of the world- ALL worlds - ONE world - YOUR world - OUR world.

I felt shakey with pinholes tempting tears to vaporize my heart into the atmosphere and embrace all of you so NEAR and FAR. Just an innocent longing. Elmo said it, so can I.

I sunk into an aisle of dreams and confession- drifted and woke in a daze of little nudges of priced time trying to furrow my brow.

But the intoxication of the WORD fume LOVE fume kept me strictly in embrace and I let it.

I looked around startling myself with acknowledgement of the multitude of complex planets revolving with each other as in dance and I began to fall in love with each.

That one in our solar path awaiting a next call in line and a partner to return. That one full of feeling, of love, capable of worlds within world. How beautiful my heartbreak!

That one working so hard, with a female professionalism, mask of competence and a vein of motherhood and strength. Oh she can be tender to love and feel all worlds as I do! I'm in love.

That young planet boy, development immersed in curiousity, freshness, and raw emotion, hidden emotion- oh how you will suprise yourself as I suprise myself. You feel all too! Don't deny it!

All you stranger planets so close to me my heart- if you ever knew that our worlds are as one and I love you knowing we know not of each other, except in the deepest reveal and bareness of void. We see in the dark that our love is stronger than any of those nudges of self-conscious culprits carried on our shoulder whispering numb smoke of across our hearts and our eyes.

I was so startled to find You- once again in my breath and beat.

5 Million Dollar Chandelier in a Cave

We stood
around a circular well

Dew drops fell
upon our tongue

As we spoke
of our day

Our hardships
Our fortunes

fell upon our tongue
and traveled to
a circular well

where a 5 million dollar chandelier
resides in a cave

We stood
with open arms

awaiting our twin voice
to fall
onto our tongue

As we spoke
of our day

Looking across

My twin voice

Resides in a cave

Looking above

The whites of your eyes

Reflect pure asking

a 5 million dollar chandelier
in a cave

Looking below

Our feet in mid-air
No ground

But a circular well
Where dew drops
fall from our twin voice

as above...

Gingko Nuts

When earth opened up
and belched lava
the molten flow
blanketed the land
where forests stood
The trees
green and wet
No oxygen present
to permit them to burn

So they turned to stone.

She cradled the weight
as if her own
He carried the stone
as if his own

everywhere she taught
the weight of stone
as if her own
everywhere he taught
the weight of lift
as if his own

No oxygen present
to permit them to burn

So they turned to stone.

the earth opened up
and belched lava
lifting the stone in heat
a wet blanket fell

as if from nowhere

steam arose

as if from nowhere

everywhere
we are taught
the trees
green and wet

Happy Birthday

My striving
a state
stormed over California
the side near the sun
shocks me
with unexpected tones
the kind you hear
on the inside
where my no's and yes'
cannot survive

you want me here
the side near the sun

we burn together
in unexpected tones

don't march this way
away from here
the way you hear
our sounds apart

we rest together
near the side
my striving near the sun

a state
storming
toward the west
a setting
of unexpected tones

hear me sing with you
happy birthday

Flotation Poetation

I received a text this morning at 9:24 am:

"Help! The bad guys are coming!"

So in my grogginess , I threw him some lines:

Burning eggs keep
an island moving
Floating garbage along
the shore of a stair
Where bad guys await
the sun
the burn
Chasing you
through safety shadows
The black twin
of tall trees
I burn
In between
Shadow to shadow
Chased by black children
Taking flight
Higher and higher
The black twins shrinking
Brave burning
In the sky
Over city shrieking
Look straight
for the arrow
It points to your downtown
Your city of angels...

Did you catch it?
Are the bad guys gone?