Thursday, July 24, 2014


The road
bulges gray, cynical and dusty.
Spent by sugary
cake eating denizens
spreading the good news.
By archaic beliefs
pious cloth.
(Remember to wash before wearing.)
By hell-fire fans
down at the local Dollar store
derelict pennies
who  roar once more
over the obsolete
Five and Dime.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Another Way Out

There is a way out
But you are not even looking
And even he despises you for it
Can’t believe you are that stupid
or that lazy.
Woman, get out of your own way
the door is unlocked.
Prove them wrong
Prove to yourself
that you are not that lazy, beaten
or that occupied.

The fields are green
ripe with golden fruit
Clean your eyeglasses
and look
Remember the full moon.
Prepare for winter’s fall,
But do go.

AND find your passion
Breathe the salt air, taste orange glee
Pick the pink wild flowers
Place them
gently in your hair
and sway to the rhythm
of your purple heart.

Put down the crying towel
it is meant for another
It is meant to be a temporary solace
a place to reflect
pool your options
dream and
finally, to turn away from.

Open the door

and find
another room to dress
to plant those flowers
bring your good cheer.

The other BIG GUY upstairs
expects so much more
from you.

Do leave lollygag hill
and find your true self.
She waits
by the old cistern
filled with muddy water.
She knows your smell
and she still waits
and marvels at the time.

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