Poets Parade #poetry

Among the lost I am
indistinguishable –
We all wander alike

In small circles

Occasionally
thrusting our arms
ecstatically skywards
’cause we almost had it
there for a second
but our lime green
gelatin dreams
have yet
to set so the
March for the Muse
continues
and we punctuate
the air with batons
of empty spoons

The Boy Who Was King

Playing backyard football
in the park, scuffed up
and dirty until just before dark
in the cool October breeze
of my teens, all the colorful
leaves tumbling along
rustling songs of promise,
of first loves, of dreams,
and all the learning I
have mastered since then
has not added to or
surpassed the wisdom
of that time, when all
the world was mine

Death is a Black Dog

I saw the
black dog once
exhausted on I-64
between Richmond
and Norfolk
Running right at me
So large
I jammed the brakes
my heart leaping
in my chest
then it
wasn’t
there

Disappeared
but it was
solid, real
until it wasn’t
Years later
I heard the
trucker’s “myth”
about the
black dog
Why a black dog?
The tale left me
at a loss
Speechless
knowing one second
off that night
and I would have
been lost

Death is a black dog
and I saw him some
thirty years past
and not once since
but he will come again –
of this I’m convinced
he will not be denied
when it is time

Of Fish and Cattle

We used to fish
there, under a
short bridge spanning
a silver sliver of the
cow pasture, an oddly
monikered river
to be sure but
chubs and
horny heads
galore could be
wrangled ashore
most any afternoon
between bites of
prepackaged 7-11
ham and cheese
sandwiches
I have to
hand it to the
cows, though,
such crafty beasts,
not one bovine ever
nibbled my line

Paradise Lost (apologies to Milton)

I am there
on an old map
of the world amid the
yellowed parchment’s
crumbling continents
but you can’t see me –
mystery that I am –
far away in the East
in the deep
beyond the legend
“Here There Be Dragons”
and if I stay there
I fancy
I’ll live
forever
bathing
undiscovered
in the fresh
sea air,
swimming with
giant turtles . . .

But someone must take
out the dogs to pee

Surely I’ll be seen
and once confirmed alive
larger forces will insist
I age and die

How easily grand plans
dissolve in the glaring
light of life!

Yet I am
resolved
to swim
again
with the
turtles
tomorrow

Wholesome Prison Blues

My spirit is home
to the
fathomless
blue
that
blue
more blue
than the
shrieking indigo
trapped in the petals
of a Poorman’s Weatherglass
A blue deeper than a
gravedigger’s dream
after the last Mass
and two shades below
the belly of
foreboding storms
The consuming
blue
of the
infinite void
where to sink

Suspended

Contained

Saturated

Sustained

is the sublimest
of joys

Fly

. . . only lived two days
A perpetual motion machine
first this way
then that
sampling everything
he could find
until the end
which he spent
hopping along the floor
and even then
he found something
to like –
a leftover crumb
from the dog’s
marrow treat
big enough
for all six
of his tiny feet
and that was that
Drifting into
a tiny fly dream
he never came back

Swim for your Life!

Time
is still

A black
bottomless
expanse from
here
to
there

Places
undefined
save in
our minds
and we
swim

Swim hard

Tiring we tread
and all that
remains is to
float until
we slip
beneath
the surface
to the
unperturbed
deep

Neatly absorbed

Not a ripple
cast
No time elapsed
or passed
or flew

Only we moved

Noisily

Splashing
through an
unchanging
immeasurable
truth

Head Scratcher

How to live life
I wonder
thinking of
The Duke
Bottle of tequila
most every night
Chain smoker
Lung removed
but he laughed
a lot with his
many, many friends
and long after the end
still so beloved
Cancer ate him up
It ate up my brother, too
who didn’t do
any of those things