The Eye

The eye of the wizard
opens wide in the
blue hours
when night begins
to sense the coming day
The middle time
twixt the twain
with neither strong
enough to hold sway
Behold the eye
of the wizard
piercing the divide
Unbroken gaze
Drawing power
through the haze

Syrupy Tale

Today is
National Maple Syrup Day
Hooray!

So this

In its honor:
My dad would
take a butter knife
and get a goodly
amount of peanut butter
and smear it on a saucer
squirt syrup on it and
carefully mix the two
like a chemist
then spread it on
soft white bread
Best sweet treat
ever

Devoured (Hollywood Glamor)

She’s a bag of bones
chain smoker
with Botox lips though
an hour or so with a
make-up pro still
does the trick
but that won’t last
Sold her ass for
fleeting movie fame
and the game is damn
near over
When the pretty is done
they’ll pack her up and
send her home
Hope she saved some dough
for her looming obscurity

Except For Attica

My life prior to nine
is an unsolved mystery
Few pictures
and all memories
erased by an
undefined trauma
Save for one
The mind
ever odd
held tight to the sight
of a riot I saw
on grainy color TV
I was seven
It was ’71
Carnage at Attica Prison
in New York
Strange what a brain
deems noteworthy

An Ancient Breath

The wind that lifted the soil
from the face of Kansas in the
thirties is still here
It’s never escaped our
atmosphere
Perhaps near
Perhaps blowing
down your street
is the wind that
touched soldier’s cheeks
at the Somme
That writhed
through the jungles of ‘Nam
Every breeze a living relic
of human history
newly experienced

Untethered

The air around my head is
fat with sopped up messages
I love yous
and who died
and angry political tirades
about one side or other
Words and thoughts
no longer confined
to race through
copper wires or
be imprinted by
pounding keys on paper
now surround me
continuously
The ether suffering
the assault of the
human virus
The very air itself
infected with
mindless invective
and the pressing
emergency to express
what’s on our plates
for lunch today
Wrecking our cars to
expound nothing at all
or what could
have waited days
to say or in truth
no one would ever
had said in the not
that distant past
when a walk to a
phone hanging on the
kitchen wall was
a prerequisite
to call
Now untethered
from our mooring
cords we announce
our every act as
abnormally important
There’s nothing for it
I suppose
We’ve become
emojis

Warp Speed

Time speeds up as we age
No
Even though it feels
that way
it’s easy to explain
Twenty years ago
I was going to live
forever
and now if I’m average
only about twenty remain
Perspective narrows
at the close of day

Evening Run

I let my imagination go
Through a shining meadow
of star-tipped grass it loped
Up the hill that touched the moon
where it swooned and kissed her face
before racing into the forest and
dancing round a mound with the
Sidhe Fae then returning
full circle as usual

begging for a treat

Inertia

This day merited a
better fate than the
unprophesied way I
waded through it
Hours of slow pacing
staring at the rain thinking
I should go somewhere yet
remaining
Proving Inertia

But what of it?

Billions of people had this
day right along with me
Surely two or three
succeeded at
something