sitting at Koffie Cafe

open air
open square
this is so nice
when I
am so nice

boo D

pecking at the tabletop
sipping up the spill
hopping on the tabletop
smacking tiny bill
pops onto the pavement
spring turned into sun
off on grand adventure
ignoring everyone

places of entanglement

places of entanglement

acidic juices

that eat at muscle

these admonishments

at the very place

where our hands

meet our dreams




could we pull back

to view the crash site

knit together

with so much wonderment

those spots that are

stuck




could we get our minds

down where the dirt is




repair our disagreements

making them liquid

again

worse and worse

The poetry gets



Worse and worse



Down the hole



Down with sarcasm



When it’s 100% snark,



There is only bile left,



Only the sound of



My impotent raging



Against all the things that



Hold me



Back



That I refuse



To own



That I put there



In the first place

telling a tale

telling a tale
on others
it all comes back
for in your slacks
is a pocket
with a secret
don't let it
spill out
don't let it
slip
don't dare
tell your dearest
ally,
for flapping
loose lips
is as addictive
as eating
potato chips

no more Judas kiss

of all the promises I've made
the most important ones
are the ones
I've broken

every few moments,
a new breath
every breath
a new life and death
on the precipice
of a deeper world

strokes of pen
wars of men
a baby cries
lives collide

a breath comes in
goes out
I return to my resolution
I will not betray you
this lifetime

advertisement for life on Earth

the beginning of the life
we want
will come
through acceptance
of the life we have
have not
the meanings
been misconstrued
and meters of melancholy
wormed through
auto lots
and promo spots
like rotting vegetables
handfuls of mouthfuls
seedfuls
of empty
we will wait until
there is no more
wait
in us
and then leap
out of our skins
gosh, we will say,
aren't you glad
that's over with?

on perfection

perfect eyes
perfect hair
perfect kiss
ask me
if I care
perfection is in the eye
of the heart
is in the Socratic method
is in the Pilates body
is in the lotus posture
is in the bent back
of the gentle yenta
who picks through yams
at the market

on waking up

"the mind of love
awakens itself" -- Therese Jacobs-Stewart

my
fist
unfolds
having fallen
asleep
under my head
while I slept
the ache
of weakness
as blood flows
through and through
my eyes open
to pain
what did I do
to deserve this
great good
fortune?

tall mania

bright morning
exuberance
tall mania
reach the clouds
the feet of the clouds
the tips of the mountains
do not reach as high
as my afternoon high
without drug or drink
with naught but coffee
and freedom
and grandiose delusions
I am up above the clouds now
looking down at the future
where my body
lay on the ground
broken by the fall
that will surely come