WHEN TOTEMS COLLIDE – 1/29/22
Calendars are fetishes
We wear them for the same reasons
Totems are grounding
Isn’t that the definition of calendars?
Now you wear time on your wrist
How could anything else work?
We hid our power in the creases –
Power now inked upon the skin
“Wearing your heart on your sleeve”
Was less obvious in my day.
Secrecy as currency
Dispensed for display.
UNTITLED – 2/12/22
She lived her life in minutes
While hours thundered by
Sometimes attentive, she slapped flanks to hurry their
Return to pulsing seconds.
We almost galloped ourselves
Until age returned us close enough
To make a study of time worthwhile.
HEART, CAN WE TALK?
I don’t know if you’ll cause my death
Or if I just will dismount one day,
Handing the reins to some alter-self
What I know is I’ve not been Here before.
The world gone kaleidoscope, & calliope,
When that Spiral only goes two ways –
SO, IF I’M NOT ROCKING SIN, I’M A SAINT?
I understand why
That card reader
Said the word, “Posthumous”
When I questioned Fame.
My timing began to stagger the 2nd time I broke my right arm.
Repetition never bores a universe.
Destined to “repeat it?”
Or did I just replay it
To see if I’d missed much.
As I was, I folded up even more
Squeezing off fear of death,
Entering that perpendicular
It didn’t happen the next day, though
Actually, a decade went by
Before I unpacked it fully.
Sitting as it was, on the suitcase stand in my room.
ONCE UPON A TIME OF EVER-AFTER
We were crowned with living butterflies
Stars winked in eyebrows
Powers transported us with leis
Of lily & frangipani
We rose into that eternal clarity
In full power & reason,
We sailed easily into that divine
I’m headed back there now –
Having seen enough here
To know I need to maybe think it out again
Playing “hide & seek in the desert”
Never sequoia, only tumbleweed.
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