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The future is an endless red meadow
rolling and rolling, calling.
I wait at the edge
of this maniacal carnival ride
and shift from left foot
to right foot
to left foot
and right.
What’s going to happen to me?
when I leave behind this solid ground?
Will I get seasick at the change?
When new concepts fly at me
like great green bats of brilliance
or insidious lies,
how do I hold on
to my tenuous strengths
when bouncing to the galloping, riotous,
dizzying dance of possibility?
But I can’t wait-
opportunity never does,
so I squeeze my eager eyes shut
and take a flying leap
into what I hope’s a good tomorrow.
I soar.
-April 24, 2001
Autumn for my mother
The fall here is painfully beautiful,
blanketed in buttery golden leaves,
the red brick sidewalks whisper in the wind.
My days are a poem in footsteps and breezes,
as the sun filters through amber
leaves like stained glass in a silent chapel,
sets, blazing, fiery red through garnet leaves.
It’s snowing all the rich gemstone colors of autumn
and there are leaves in my hair.
Redneck Odyssey
Did Helen want to go?
Sitting in her tower combing satin hair
look singingly out at Paris and smile
Or screaming and bleeding
was torn from her home?
Paris calls,
a motorcycle thrum in the alley
while Menelaus sleeps in a stupor
in front of blaring TV
So wipe the dishcloth slowly,
and set the cradle so,
then peep once more out the window.
Fair youth
He waits
And singingly you smile
January 18, 2001
I call upon the ocean
and summon out its god
come arm me now, Poseidon
and stand here at my side.
I reach out for the lightning
and prostrate ere its king
oh Zeus my mighty ally
come quickly,
and stay.
I reckon with the raging fire
until that River yields
the wicked god of underworlds
personifies my fears
Although the three are not alike
although they quarrel amongst,
as warriors they are mountain strong,
and I a mortal man.
Fight now for me, Olympus king,
send forth your troops, oh sea
and Hades burn the weakness down
that dwells inside of me.
Givingthanks
We are all awake now
our eyes open in the dark
crying
on pillows wet with last night's pain.
the last night
Today we watched out mother die.
and then we ate lunch.
bonds of brown hair and matching bodies--
we are the same in loev, and this love carries us
holds us
through what we now must face.
life continues, we continue, the nights will follow days
except at moments
like now
when we miss her so much it hurts.
-November 27, 2002
Sidewalk Shimmering Days
I feel the summer
The earth slowly relaxing
Like a languid sigh
Sinking warmly into droopy evenings
When the sun doesn't feel like leaving
And the moon just hangs around
It's in my shoulders
When the heat gets more insistent
And shoves me toward the ground
I shove back
The grass lets go and flops over
The tulips can't fight the scorch anymore
And we all sort of lean a little
And sweat a little
Let the buzzing evening pretend to be afternoon
It's not fooling anyone
Break Strain
This is my feeble tide
Floating in an ocean of disdainful stares
I know somewhere
Behind the melting anguish of my mind
That there's still hope
For me to fly
They pull, the critics, they drag
Beckon narcissistically for me to allow
Complacency
Never in this ocean
I will rise above
One last chance
To burn eternally shine my story
And as the quicksand sea, the doubting fears
Hold on with all their might
Last hope
Explodes
And I rise above
Like a flaming nova
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