hiding

the other side of the fence
where the grass is greener
over the rainbow
under a rock
across the river
an ocean away
where the sun doesn’t shine
over the moon
the ends of the earth
hidden in the shadows

is that where you are
hiding
afraid of what we might do
if those shadows fell apart
would we collapse into each other
two eager lovers
fearless
yet, afraid of everything

if I found you
I’d pull you from the dark
with such force
you’d have no choice but to bend with me
though the reality of our slickest rainbow and blackest shadow

it is not you who is hiding…

wood nymph

wood nymph

sailing on a kiss

his lips are as close as my skin
there, the moment
the kiss begins
I sail across the sea
clouds billow like the bright sails
of some enchanted schooner
endless waters spin into golden swells
waves foam and crash blinding white
wayward my fleshy compass
and I don’t care
lost is the most exquisite place
I could ever hope to be

swirl skating

swirl skating


party on, Nina

those eyes still haunt me
huge echoing eyes
and that small painful smile
you had so many other smiles
why is it the small one I remember
and the effort you took to make it
just for me
if I focus, I can see the bright smiles
your black shining eyes, icing on the cake
back when you were healthy
before life decided what it wanted to do with you
as it will all of us
God, I miss you still
Glenn Miller helps
singing and swinging up there on a cloud of pasta
and chicken soup with tiny meatballs
party on, Nina
party on

My Charlie

My Charlie

Charlie was a great pink stuffed dog that Nina gave me many Christmases ago…

Mildred and Oliver

Mildred: Did you see my glasses?

Oliver: You’re wearing them, dear

Mildred: Oliver, did you happen to see where I put my house keys?

Oliver: They’re in your coat pocket

Mildred: (Searches jacket hanging on chair) They’re not in here

Oliver: That’s my jacket, dear.

Mildred: Oh. (Checks coat hanging in nearby closet and finds her keys) Did you bring the mail in?

Oliver: No dear. You did this morning. It’s on the kitchen counter

Mildred: (Looks on kitchen counter) It’s not here, Oliver

Oliver: Yes, it is dear. Folded inside the newspaper you also brought in

Mildred: Good, (she adjusts her glasses) now I can read it

Oliver: Did you happen to take the dog out when you got the mail and paper this morning

Mildred: We have a dog?

Oliver: (shocked expression) What! Are you serious?

Mildred: (chuckling through her reply) Never. It’s why I’m still happy. And yes, I walked Bumpus this morning

Oliver: I love you

Mildred: I know

Oliver: And don’t you ever forget it!

Mildred: I won’t

Oliver: Good

Mildred: You won’t let me (chuckles again)

Purfeath

Purfeath

art flown in before

commandeering a seahorse

have I lost you
is there no going back
will a bat-signal to Superman
reverse the planet
and give me one last chance
I’ll be brave this time
leaping into the frigid waters
to commandeer Aquaman’s seahorse
I’ll telepathically summon all manner of swimming creature
to aid my plight
then I’ll leap from the waves
higher than Lone Ranger
donning Iron Man’s suit
and jettison into the night sky
once in the black, I’ll lasso every star
ricochet the multitude across the oceans
to illuminate the entire planet
and when you’re found
I’ll rip open my flying cape and show you
the words sewn into the lining
hidden there
for fear I’d fall from the sky
if I’m honest now
I won’t need my flying cape

just as long as you’re a superhero too

Seabiscuit Shell

Seabiscuit Shell

other than being a somewhat seahorse, the art doesn’t really jive with the words, it will have to do for now until I have more time to create more art – sorry:)

insatiable appetite

like a rogue lioness
I would have pounced
but that was then
(I’m not going to say)
and this is now
too predictable
both in word and deed

if I’ve accumulated anything
by virtue of the sinking sun
the lioness
is never predictable

as low as her folded hide may hang
as glazed as those golden eyes may glow
that broad chest of hers will never ferry ancient artifacts
each day of each year feeds her feline ribs
with fresh promise

a lioness
has an insatiable appetite, my friends
for pulsating life
for playing to her strengths

and so it goes

back then I would have pounced
but now I’ll observe awhile
before deciding whether or not to jump
on your flesh

say, aren’t you lucky
LionessI was listening to Glenn Miller while brushing my teeth and this popped into my head, I pounced down the basement stairs;) and released it here
I like this lioness – I’ve shown her several times before
I did use a reference image but I can’t remember from where, sorry

bird in a box store

like a bird in a box store
flying above the steel trees
plastic plants in the far back
protected by strange stiff men in long pointed hats
and sickening grins
if you alighted on a nearby polished snowblower
you’d see the gnomes twinkling eyes
maybe a little happiness there
painted in by foreign hands
confused as you are now
there is expanse to fly
bountiful food on the floor
pools of little ponds
temperate climate
infinite grey to ease those once vigilant eyes
but no elegant altitude
no cryptic nimbus
no aqua-blue currentĀ 
must the grey below become black
to inspire you beyond
the sliding sheets of smudged glass

born you were to fly
but not in a box store
warblerwas in Lowe’s today and heard the little sparrows on the light fixtures

words are never empty

empty words
no such things
words have never been
and can never be empty
heavy, yes
thick, cumbersome
devoid of life
platitude dense
all these things words can be
but never empty
they are full
sometimes so much
their very weight
drags inspired arms
to the floor
gentle hands
lose hopeful grip
souls, hearts
cannot defend themselves
against cutting letters
so don’t ever tell me of empty words
there are only hollow thoughts
where your heavy words
have collapsed

Harem Eyes

Harem Eyes

art previously published

no one was injured in the making of this life

when does the mellifluous voice-over sing
no one was injured in the making of this life
where is he and his satin, solid chords
he guarantees I won’t expire if used correctly
you won’t void my warranty if accidentally bounced around
did I tell you
I want out of my contract
I’m old merchandise
used up
I just want to leap off this fucking shelf
land on that lovely yellow-tooth enamel floor
and beat it
far away where products get a second chance
not a shelf life – that’s so 2015
I want a new paint job
and old money
where is that guy
who can buy me shiny
now see, I’m not talkin’ diamonds
hate ’em
no gems, furs or initials like some brand burned on my ass
nope
I want pure unadulterated gifts
those
that will touch my heart
in ways
only deep can reach
so bring your old money
and your wet lust
but stay home if you’re not the real deal
I want it all
I’m used goods and my time is precious
so much more so
than those greenbacks

M's Tears

M’s Tears

ah, my brain is exploding and the words are vomiting, sorry…