Hurricane Me

I am ready to be empty again

I could sure use some benevolence, some beneficence

I got one kneeler-knee,

Thank’ee kindly for all well regard!

Scour my beaches, scatter my shells

Dance off my chairs

Sever the me’s hanging on either side…

Plus, while you’re at it, got any spare wings?

The ones with good glue.

I will fill my belly with your potent winds

I will stand, or you will make me fly

Either or won’t matter

Since you’ve uncovered me.

I’ll be who I am no matter how you’ve sliced it.

There’s a Big Ole Me walking with a hand on my shoulder.

He was there all along, but now the veils are thinning.

Distill me, disturb me, get my breathing again

Spiritual CPR is good as any these days.

Empty me of artificial surmises,

Unseemly habits

We must make room for more!

Make me habitable for what comes next

Bring me to the place I may surrender to Divinity

  But never by dying if I may only Let Go.

Shatter my past misconceptions

I will put back all the pieces

By not being the me I am now.

Forget my seeking for what I want

Now rendered inchoate on the subject.

I will be left diamond & adamant

Being revalued. Being revealed.

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If I’m in my superconscious, I can spot the incoming thought a mile away

The ones with woulda coulda shoulda painted on the arrowheads.

I can hear the sound Dopplering up

I’ve gotten better at hearing them in regular consciousness, too;

They just need more processing time.

All which is not a Miracle needs more processing time.

I prefer the Miracle over not knowing which way to go.

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EPITAPH

The ink ran dry.

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THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

You know it, that perfect pithy pitched response

Thought of light-years afterward in

Retrospect & hindsight.

But know what? We got it now & that particular question

Will never vanquish us again.

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TAKE THIS PEN & WRING IT DRY

Every word I ever knew

Awaiting to be written

Yet it’s never what was planned

Choosing moments to decide

Which of the words to share with you.

Inside dwells in moonlight

Essential pearl intact

I’m not shy,

Just the quintessential word-wright.

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BEAU

You’ll look at me as though you know my face

Tho we may wear some other time or place

I’ll move inside your arms, for this we’ll know

You are the one I’ve journeyed to, my beau.

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SINGSONG SINGALONG

Bring back the singsong singalong

Let’s sway & move & clam & stamp our feet

And smile looking eye to eye to eye

Some voices will be high, and some too low

We’ll miss some words by going where we go

So let our voices carry us on high

Let us entrain to keep our minds on meet

And sweet the singsong singalong, so sweet.

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SUPERIMPOSITION

Had I a token for those who say

I know you from somewhere else

I ride the golden trolley every day

So let me be familiar

As you puzzle out my who

Ok, you know me now?

Of course you do!

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BELIEF

Belief is but a breath beyond your deepest one

That one before grabbing your nose to jump in the pool

I hold my own hands to complete the circuit,

You close your eyes & wish with all your might

For words so singular they must be true

The ones we say when saying I love you.

They will be there to greet you, day & night.

So cherish them as treasure in your head

Better words for all time can’t be said.

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