an acolyte torch striking fire and brimstone
a modern day Arrian.
a mystery of many dimensions…..
a kaleidoscope with ever changing brilliant views
validating infinity and who god or “od” is.
shocking honesty and quick to correct!
sharing differences with the same timelines –
tip toeing around the gardenias
so they can hear the Max Richter’s Vivaldi
“I think it’s strange you never knew”
plays in my head because you put it there
a man without a current face
but one in my head
loyal – true
a smokestack over the monongahela
high at the top of the steps
intense descriptions to hold close
to save & scatter upward for superior suspension
I “get” you
always an astonishment
which may be wrapped in crinkled newspaper
but oh what wonders
the neighbor is
stealing service benefits
a lawyer no
married to an adolescent
still thinks she’s cute
a yard full of paper plate flowers
and dollar store treasures
cries for her meemaw
vaporized by that passing train
“First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak out for me.”
by Martin Niemöller
and dyed into
without knowledge of
the transformed difference......
not the what
but the who -
and I don’t
or the reasons
but i will
if an answer
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you know who you are
you know - what to do
we both know the difference
a commencement – a debut
a need to share
for one who cares
and lives the dare
i am there.
a mute trepidation........
hangs on the wire
a beginning to end
what will transpire?
“Out there things can happen, and frequently do,
To people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don't worry, don't stew.
Just go right along, you'll start happening too!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You'll Go!
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of mute silence holding
you inside of my heart
Putting aside the exhaustive
and night terrors reserved for
A halo of deleterious pain recognized
by members of the club no one
asked to join
i hear you calling for me in the store,
in the dark, in my head...
Saddle shoes crashing down the
little pink mittens attached to ribbons
on the floorboards
Silent Night Silent Chaotic Crowds
i hate hollow ho ho ho’s
uptown girl downtown bus rides
complete cessation from
never letting you out of my sight,
out of my arms,
yet the reverent search
for an authentic angel
vacancy void vacuity
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