This band is playing on five different stages at once
He left quietly in the middle of the night
Abandoning mum and me with finality
Ripping open the primal wound of this adoptee
In my grief I’ll spread blame around.
The band plays on sad and angry

Tomorrow morning the cock will crow
As if today is the same. The earth like mum
Watches all this unfold and she knows
Each and every one of us must go
How great her grief!
Cicadas leave empty husks on their way
Up and up and up
There by the grace of God go I
The band plays on denial and acceptance

Under a showy azalea shrub
Mother’s Day blooms abound
There this cat awaits to be found
The cat is an angel
The azalea is the sun
Suppers ready it cannot go cold
Waiting for us to table come
As we are the same in dust
We are the same in everlasting life
If we are anything, we are one

I’ll never see my farmers face
I’ll teach these kids of this grief
When I too get up in the middle of the night

Which one of us will go first?
What will matter when that day comes?
What’s left when matter disintegrates

We have some words that point to that
A pervasive sameness like background
Microwave radiation. Science and faith
Two roads to the same town

You’ll find us there, me and


update:  sent this over to the poets pub for open link night.  check out some of my fellow poets!


reductio dichotomy

we say this is a three dimensional place
but up and down dont go very far
and north south east west just
come around again after some distance

so tomorrow we will go back to the office.

even this is too much
so we picture this as a plane
our day to day is basically a flat earth
and move between home work and the mall
the market or the river or the well

there still too much there
so much to experience, to feel
that we block out even more
shrink those planes to a line
or two (of coke? poetry?)
right wrong
black white
left right
red pill blue pill
choose the parameters just right
and decision becomes easy, obvious

we make machines that help unravel the weaving
navi to reduce all roads to the one we need
music to cover the wall of sounds assaulting
beating on the ear drums
tv to numb and provide perfected thoughts
social media to reinforce what i think i know
(rather, what i got from the show)

and yet there are woods and streams beyond the city
)there is always a forbidden forest near the castle(
roads beyond my current route
and up there, space.

rockets demonstrate the longing
kitchen cabinets and walk-in closets too.
in open floorplans, in every successful sales pitch,
there are signs. (like this one)



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