Bare Feet and Feathers

My poem is my virus. I am the parasite. You are the host. I violate your membrane with perverse imagery. Your soul is eternal. Mine is not. I will leech into you. I will bleed into you, all of my DNA. All of my relevance is in this syllable... What sound do I need to make to destroy you forever? What is the rhythm of significance? I am as arrogant as a plague. No effort can sterilize my filth. This disease is as certain as death if you have read this this far. then it is too late. You are too far gone. When I die, you will carry me with you into dense crowds of loved ones, into temples, into courts and classrooms. The infection will spread to your tongue. Your voice. Your sound. And you have become the parasite.

It was Sunday when I was kidnapped by bees and taken into the soil, told to contemplate my cuticle... Contemplate your cubicle and tell us what's fair, Loving the myth of the millionaire of loving the truth in the air? Bow down and be low, be among, be within, be with us, be in the Earth and love the soil. Know your food and celebrate. Celebrate the simple. Damn the fool. Damn the Chief. Damn the cool. Damn the thief. Sieze the power of your palate savor the taste of your ballot. Celebrate what is ample make yourself an example Love the whole and the real. Let your neighbor grow your meal.

My tomboy listens My girl pouts Those shadows beneath her lips. How open can open be? As open, as open is she. One in ten? One in twenty? Too, too many are set free without ever an apology. See me. See me, see me. Let me waltz through the lobby. Announce my arrival. Be my Siren and blare a triumph, a secret, our love. love me love me love me My tomboy. My siren. (my secretest secret wish...shhhh) Homosexual molecules loiter somewhere on the horizon. Needles march a cadence. Black cards dispersed into the galaxy. It is a sinister tarot that tells me to take fifty dollars and let a man take me, and put a needle in my arm to win your sympathy. So, let my head fall into your lap brush my hair and hum me a tune. I know... Middle class white boys need not apply. Yours is a passion that rides whitecaps Mine is one that rides the undertow Middle class white boys dance to revolution songs "The night is made for lovers" I danced barefoot to Gloria....

Rambling like bittersweet At our garden wall In peppermint air Beyond electric bees Out of a campfire’s spit Beneath lilac and lavender Within a grape’s dew Among the outsiders Inside the world of us Between the in-betweens Under nebulae, novae and galaxies Rambling like bittersweet Over our garden wall After all these thoughts Beyond a halcyon dream Alongside peace on parade Across a forest stream Amid soldiers marching in socks Toward the tug of you Near me in our us land Despite the clutter of images Past the rush of nouns and verbs I’m back. (written for One Single Impression Prompt #169: Rambling)

Unbroken smooth between before after bruises bashes and shatters Beyond humid shocking kisses rather a cool lasting that matters. You are the one safe place I know. Fingertip gravity cheeks to lips Returning coming going and home Never leaving steadfast praying grips the exploding expanse of a poem. You are what I will never give up. Arlington to Golgotha, offices to factories Shoulder in, eyes forward, chin up Quiet unspoken shared stories lingering lost ring of a coffee cup. You are my favorite ghost. (written for One Single Impression) http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/

Skitter scatter and scratch Stop to tap, tap and tap Poke, peak and tap. Tap, tap and tap. Divine persistence will pay little feathered brother tap tap tap tap tap Divine persistence will pay that's what the Earth will say Keep it up, keep searching Keeping wanting and wishing tap tap, and tap skitter and scratch. Good luck will come your way. Yours is a feathered faith. You are faith covered in feather skittering about on a tree. That's a faith like mine like ours A scrambling faith A searching faith. faith that clings to bark faith depending on what lies beneath faith that could fly but lands back beneath the branches above the ground but below the sky Suspended. I n l i m b o faith from HUNGER and hungry Faith that flickers out of view. flickers into view out of view. Panic calls and peace presides. just like my feathered brother...

Bread on the counter Mayonnaise spread Cucumbers suspended Green,green aquarium...with salty green vinegar cloves bouncing and teasing... (and my mouth is watering). RAYMOND! Grandma is spent, She's a flapper Jars aren't jazz and her Grandchildren are wanting. Pickles are pucker. Our cheeks know it. If only Grandpa could... POP! Goes the top. Grandpa is strong. Will I ever be like him? Posted for One Single Impression "Top" http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/