Find the immaculate

Find the immaculate

Delving much further out

An untouched point in pi

From there begin to scout

And as I plane myself

Like water, reach level

An invite to the World

To join and to revel

Again another loss

Again another loss
It's a sunny Spring day
Unmarked graves in New York
The unclaimed pass away

Racing to return to
Life before the virus
With complete disregard
Van Gogh's one white iris

We are the new ancient

We are the new ancient
In the present ago
All of everything new
Will be something of know

Community fabric
Neighborhood tapestry
A mantle turning shroud
Transient majesty

We are not one people

We are not one people
But only one table
Are the golden children
And the scapegoats able

To sit down together
And agree to a goal
When narcicistic ones
Lack empathy or soul

Each of us numeric

Each of us numeric
Some number short of one
Zero then a decimal
Two meet and make a sum

Couples less than one may
Feel somewhat incomplete
And those greater than one
Exceeding their own feat

Regretting a moment

Regretting a moment
Or collection of days
My own fault or fault line
A fissure in my ways

A landfill or spackle
Wanting to mend my part
My actions did not speak well
Of the truth in my heart

A unique expression

A unique expression
Another currency
Poetic Pacific
Wide open fluency

To live a Life drinking
And emptying each cup
Ending in a hurry
The violin bow up

This is my Atlantis

This is my Atlantis
And on a dry spell day
It surfaces again
An island in a bay

An element, a bone
And never a surprise
It is always there, here!
And merely has to rise

Poetry haute couture

Poetry haute couture
A skilled needle and thread
Placement of syllables
In a wide open breath

The freedom of movement
A touch of avant garde
Constellation of words
On white paper black starred

Beneath the layers of

Beneath the layers of
Regret, sorrows, armor
Liquid fruit springs up from
The greatest source, honor

Spilling out it pureness
Giving future blossom
Even in darkness it
Sees like an opossum

A distance in rhyming

A distance in rhyming
And by definition
No similarities
Not even inflection

I came to fruition
You, a banana peel
I have empathy and
You don't know how I feel

Leary of weary world

Leary of weary world
Exhausted of progress
That gets us nowhere as
We deviate, digress

This social media
Is anti-social's best
No longer face to face
Anonymous protest

Begging for a corner

Begging for a corner
A turning, left or right
A break from an ago
Past tense without invite

A cross pollination
A blending, new crafting
And not the usual
Sever and re-grafting