In this Rorschach Test life

In this Rorschach Test life

Never seeing angels

Or sweet butterflies in

Butterfly net tangles

In loosely formed abstracts

Searching for the basic

Often losing focus

And needing eye lasik

A cotton sheet flapping

A cotton sheet flapping

The moisture finding air

Sun drenched and wind swept as

The seeds disperse once there

Out on a laundry line 

Someone please reel me in

Live with me then wash out

A daily cotton gin

The past without postcards

The past without postcards

So quickly to erase

Golden light now pewter

Bare nature craves embrace

I dreamt of our feelings

In no hurry to shy

Without leaves our outlines

Two orchard trees and sky

Look at our hands and put

Look at our hands and put

The galaxy away

The warmth of together 

Unlike the Milky Way

A stroll between streetlights 

Where shadows are bowing

The earth may be spinning 

Just let it keep going

Friend, can I call you friend

Friend, can I call you friend

Both tempered and tampered

Marked by time so that our

Seeking each unhampered

Today open windows

The World saturated

Came across my sills and

Emotions related

Imperfect perceptions

Imperfect perceptions 

The battle of believe

Clear communications

Profess without relieve

Smoothing over smooches

Insincere conventions

The real Truth abandoned

Plagued with false intentions 

Allowing the wobble

Allowing the wobble

The dare to strike anew

Balancing umbrella

Walking tightrope debut

To ask and consider 

To feel the options raw

To be a morning dove

Instead of cooing, caw

Beyond night train whistles

Beyond night train whistles

A layer of dark clouds

The moon already set

As their single tone crowds

Waking to wide plane trails

Like soft Rothko tile grout

A cold autumn sunrise 

As summer lovers pout

Failures following me

Failures following me

Uneven sweater sleeves

Untied shoelaces and

Misconception believes

Still casting their shadows

Though they’ve lost their meaning

Now seeing straight yet the

Pisa tower leaning

At the start of a rain

At the start of a rain

The words fall like fall leaves

Hidden hearts like earthworms 

Are bathing on our sleeves

Like newspaper pages

Soaked through and not parting

Transparent articles

And visible hearting

What we built together

What we built together

Will not remain or stand

Flutters and flashes and

The mere touch of a hand

The words we hear and now

Realizations and dreams

The fabric will be lost

It’s fine stitching and seams

Our fishing boats ride high

Our fishing boats ride high

On Kanagawa blue

Freedom equally shared

Especially in crew

The melting pot bubbles

Remove the heat and stir

We’re better in a mix

Equal and not prefer 

Early discovery

Early discovery

The passion does not wane

Definition onset

Traveler not terrain

Reading hieroglyphics 

The symbols always there

The language of patterns

Seeing carbon in air

Having another go

Having another go

Modifying motif

The landscape and climate

The internal belief

Have altered the outlook

The cornerstone arching

Renewal excitement

The evergreen larching

Dumbfounded by knowledge

Dumbfounded by knowledge 

Curiosity slain

Inquisitive questions

And answers that explain

The beauty of ponder

Science fiction traction 

Lifetime as bystanders 

In realms of abstraction 

42 Gedney Park

42 Gedney Park

Statue on a hydrant

Jumping leaves by myself

Older sibling tyrant

The real super heroes

Nam soldiers in the war

Young activist fighter

Sensitive to the core

Ocean blue painted boat

Ocean blue painted boat

On ocean water blue

Like a cloud in cloudy 

Or like the u in you

Sea creatures far below

Can see I am in view

Floating on wavy glass

A single galosh shoe

The sharpness of it all

The sharpness of it all

The clarity of Truth

Questions seeking answers

The magnifier sleuth

Behaviors in hand-cuffs

A blue whale jawbone key

Acute awareness stops

Houdini escapee

Spinning plates are falling

Spinning plates are falling

Broken moons on the floor

Hard deadlines for go-lives

Working smarter not more

Prioritize and plan

Personalize protect

Inflation greater than

The pay increase neglect 

Lost in the folds in fields

Lost in the folds in fields

Like forgotten flowers

Trees that no longer stand

From the younger plowers

Mothers and fathers make

Generational heirs

What of the childless ones

In both singles and pairs

No blood falls on the floor

No blood falls on the floor

Black and blue are just skies

Wants of the parent are

Making children tell lies

Strange has a heavy weight

Boundaries not just walls

Come thrive outside the years

Of collective shortfalls

Saturday afternoon

Saturday afternoon 

Time getting lost in time

Autumn sun turning on

A nickel not a dime

The stoics slumping in

Melancholic lawn chairs

Moods without reference

And full of empty cares

Further out far to go

Further out far to go

Beyond the unclenched fist

The grains to change the self

The self awareness psst

Chewing on the left side

Positivity air

Proud on what I’ve become

Proud of your own aware

Perhaps ten to twenty

Perhaps ten to twenty

How are they to be spent

The fairytale cottage

The floor not quite the pent

From pica and elite

Value in a day’s work

To AI and robots

This massive shift berserk 

Our passions in pockets

Our passions in pockets

Where the stars cannot see

Skies in two dimensions 

Heads or tails moon marquee 

Dispersing our thought spores

Some ashes and some seeds

Vases of water dreams

Wait for flowers or weeds

Art is grafting on me

Art is grafting on me

As the glaciers recede

With the natural rains

And nutrients of need

My voice cares little to

Echo against these walls

Radio frequency 

Through galaxy dance halls

Universal basic

Universal basic

A new company store

Basic like just enough

No less than and no more

Surveillance everywhere 

They cannot take the guns

But they will spy on us

For discourse and who runs

Asters are ushering

Asters are ushering

There is more new to know

Autumn not an ending

Bulbs needing winter snow

Longing is lingering

Wanting to set root

Friends like a spring flower

Boasting a brand new shoot

So much without answers

So much without answers

The question marks are hooks

We must live with darkness

No science, art or books

In the sun two turtles

Photographing couple

Catch and release fisher

Two men with gray stubble 

There was the hope and not

There was the hope and not

Dreams derailed and plans set

A year in less of me

Neither plans nor dreams met

Circumstance and just cause

Forgiveness a forget

Sad expectation to

Perform without a net

Escaping in real time

Escaping in real time

Flowering just a day

No way of returning

No tidal or a stay

No profuse or flourish 

Not fingerprint or stamp

Even at the onset

The entrance exit ramp

An unusual flower

An unusual flower

Not exotic, not plain

A drifter from some hard

Climate or far terrain

Too rare for cutting and

Too risky to locate

Will it be here next year

Or in this spot stagnate

The orange held too long

The orange held too long

The pebble now cue ball

The feeling of the crags

Not happening at all

The memories are clouds

That pass without valleys

And without mountain peaks

There’s no dilly-dallies

Our time is limited

Our time is limited 

Enjoy this pear with me

Let our dreams carry us

No further than our see

We can tidy corners

And we can tend to hearts

Hollyhocks bloom this year

And we have daisy starts

Transparent statues our

Transparent statues our

Silver in golden light

Choc’lit, berries and cream

Our gelato delight

Laurie Anderson thoughts

Climb down on shiny webs

The pace of our walking

Into the day that ebbs

Choosing a happy life

Choosing a happy life

Flowers on the table

Standing in waterfalls

Pool where it’s more stable

It’s better to barrel

Rainbows are in the mist

Holding feels its power

Let go without a fist

We’re tassel to tassel

We’re tassel to tassel

But not in search of silk

No kernels are forming

To make sua bap or milk

Still striving for the sky

To signal a harvest

But shake out our anthers

To see who goes farthest 

Hearing with rubato

Hearing with rubato

A conversation lag

Processing the meaning

And feeling of the wag

Silently reciting 

Words and phrases with space

Then a hurried effort

To regain the right pace

Purple like royalty

Purple like royalty

Harsh kingdom called cancer

Strange patches on the skin

No cure and no answer

A Gorbachev forehead

A Picasso drawn shape

The strangulation of

Life by a mutant rape

In these old-fashioned lines

In these old-fashioned lines

Is modern and abstract

The minimalist brush

The landscape of subtract

To see the dark night and

Know stars are hiding there

Or the depths of water

Behind the surface glare

Trees are surrendering

Trees are surrendering 

How easy they give in

In autumn still counting

And holding hopes within

Another season here

Steps becoming shuffle

Accepting the could haves

Behind in the ruffle

Pausing for this moment

Pausing for this moment 

Leaves rushing at my feet

I remember jumping

All alone in the street

Sycamore and pin oak

The occasional elm

A child’s heart in my heart

In this great Overwhelm

In need of more repairs

In need of more repairs

The spirit is broken

Wading in the wallows

To willow not oaken

Growth and change are messy

Not purchased goods or thrift

Work in navigation 

The choice to not just drift

The painted light is here

The painted light is here

Under leaves silver white

Shadows strolling in blue

The sun a stringless kite

Horizon curtains soon

Will close across the sky

The dipper stars will wink

As questions multiply

In a virga sorrow

In a virga sorrow 

Rain that never washes

The useless umbrella

The dusty galoshes 

Feel the weight of weary

The hidden needs of roots

The ground water promise

No landing parachutes 

A cul de sac ending

A cul de sac ending

Day after day spiral

Gastropod creations

Geriatric vial

Slowly the water boils

It is too late to jump

Out of the cooking pot

And the deep hammock slump

How distant it becomes

How distant it becomes

Ashes can’t burn again

Arms full of kindling wood

To light the now not when

Living in the sunrise

The gift of a new day

The unchartered and wild

Is just one step away

Passing threads without knots

Passing threads without knots

Lost button, falling star

The world traveler or

Lightning bug in a jar

Days looking like statues

The changes are within

The same fingerprint but

Not the feelings herein

Vibrant velocity

Vibrant velocity 

Dreams in real time racing

From Canal Street to Park

The trains not outpacing 

Oranges in the market

Scavenger hunt list find

Joe Jackson’s Steppin’ Out

Is not just state of mind

Wanting to say much more

Wanting to say much more

Words harbored in the heart

Scratches on the surface

Of watercolor Art

A weighted blue ocean 

The sky lightened with white

Our flesh blurred into sand

Like gulls that can’t take flight

Snow Hill to this small child

Snow Hill to this small child

An invite for embrace

Yet fear of ridicule

Okapi in disgrace

A panic hope for rain

To wash out the gather

Forest retreat to be

Left alone the rather

Town crier on tender

Town crier on tender

Nights willing to listen

Shouts avoiding shutters

Words so loud they glisten

Verses mere c’est la vie

Perched butterfly flapping

Not moving onward but

Pondering the grasping

The harvest hangs heavy

The harvest hangs heavy

The golden light is gray

The monarchs have moved on

The geese are on their way

A preview of autumn

It is always the same

Except for the newer

And the fewer we name

A table and a chair

A table and a chair

Someone is left standing

If the point is to gain

Deeper understanding

Can we walk together

Sit closely side by side

Common is the weather

As moments coincide 

Words in wrapping paper

Words in wrapping paper

Torn up and tossed aside

I guess it is the thought

That counts and cannot hide

Children making handprints 

With rain left from a storm

Here hoping they will last

In some old fashioned form

The narrow path widens

The narrow path widens

Slim pickings to frontier

A shepherd without flock

The self to commandeer

From slip to an ocean  

Definitions to doubts

Symbols to abstractions

Pinpoints to thereabouts 

All the tenses are here

All the tenses are here

Soap bubble swirls and floats

Paint colors on houses

Outdated winter coats

The days in charcoal sketch

Old age in craquelure

Experience matters

Says a childhood mature

Building themselves bunkers

Building themselves bunkers

Some of the mice are rats

Doctor Frankenstein’s school

Building GPT chats

And destructive weapons

Out of their own control

While building surveillance 

Masses under patrol

Gloria we Ms. you

Gloria we Ms. you

The manosphere is square

Inequality is

Increasing everywhere

Brothers or museum

Men choosing the wrong Tate

Masculinity is

Not dictatorship mate

Louise Nevelson sleep

Louise Nevelson sleep

Into the blacker black

To then dream profusely 

In fantasy flashback

Wake and see locust trees

Some leaves small yellow dots

And bruises on your skin

Cancer causing blood spots

Sadness is dripping in

Sadness is dripping in

The pails out to catch it

Holes in the roof not fixed

May need to re-thatch it

The work is not easy

The pace of each new hole

Understanding reasons

Like playing Whack-A-Mole 

I was my own best thief

I was my own best thief

Dreams halved and halved again

A child’s blanket reduced 

To threads to make us men

Choices for the moment

Thinking that time is long

Time cannot be stored up

Compromises were wrong

Such an eerie silence

Such an eerie silence 

The skies without airplanes 

Two fingers of sadness

Fallen on old Dutch lanes

So many families 

The loss of yet to come

Miss Liberty witnessed

Yet she did not succumb

Lilies of the valley

Lilies of the valley

Beneath a dryer vent

Tumbles down the park hills

In Springs that came and went

The brief peony blooms

The daisies split and shared

The hummingbird moths and

The red cardinals paired

Blue, magenta and white

Blue, magenta and white

Love of another shade

Not the red carnation

Or paler painful fade

Not purple valor or

Black as a club or spade

But in the twilights where

The sun does not pervade

Arrested by beauty

Arrested by beauty

Migrating monarchs meet

Small swirls of powdered wings

Along a busy street

An older woman stops

And joins the scenery

In the shade on a bench

Blending with greenery 

Germany not again

Germany not again

The Alt Right is not right

Why are we so lost on

Supremacy of white

And it is not normal

For someone to support

A rapist pedophile

While innocents deport

I dream for you my loves

I dream for you my loves

Trees are heavy with fruit

The walk to oases 

Are kind in your pursuit

May you grow how you grow

An architect of you

An engineering mind

A heart as big as true

Say goodbye in a lull

Say goodbye in a lull

The fractions taking toll

Time was once a giver

But now it seems it stole

Silent persistent thief 

Where do memories go

Why are we witnesses

Surface and undertow

Territorial be

Territorial be

Acres of thoughts apart

What beautiful treetops

That rise above each heart

Let us meet at the stream 

Messages to exchange

Between the embraces

No emotions of strange

Friend did we find a fork

Friend did we find a fork

Not agreeing on kind

Necessary define

We are not of one mind

Not opinion but fact

This ignorance is brash

What of humanity

Our foundations in clash

Into the abattoir

Into the abattoir 

Children pulled from mothers

American Dreamers

Soon there will be others

Protesters stripped of rights 

By masked men causing hell

There is one exception

Young Pierre Damas Bel

Yes I am not the same

Yes I am not the same

Foreign language of change

I became fluent in

Thereby finding more range

The rotation of crops

Is better for the earth

The potted tree given

A bigger pot of girth

More worry for the World

More worry for the World

The planet a squeeze ball

To release stress on how

It has become so small

Command center couches

Flight simulator drones

Red Barons, play stations 

So far from sticks and stones

Emotional objects

Emotional objects

Nine/eleven fountains

A Japanese garden 

Your mom’s kitchen mountains

Today and tomorrow 

The elements of time

Hope for justice and peace

That can turn on a dime

Jesus would have been woke

Jesus would have been woke

Crucifixes today

Are worn like swastikas

Christians have lost their way

Mega sized religion 

Can I get fries with that

Fast food to forgiveness

Diarrhea and shat

These verses are handprints

These verses are handprints 

They are not restricted 

The format of fingers

Are beyond descriptive 

The journey through windows

Universal blackness

We’re only limited

By our sense of lackness

In a competition

In a competition 

Nine children are racing

Born on a fast track where

Speed outperforms pacing

On the course then bleachers

Forfeited finish line

Not once awarded proud

Private victory mine

Still holding a ribbon (Foundling Hospital Textile Tokens)

Still holding a ribbon

Days at first and then years

I cannot collect you

Textile token and tears

A bright pink nearly white

A bow on my finger

Each of us has two rooms

Of a heart in linger

Complete excavation

Complete excavation 

The mining tools set down

All the stones discovered 

Nothing more to be found

A hole not worth digging

The overburden gone

No pits left to follow

Conserve the needed brawn

So many left hand turns

So many left hand turns

Acceptance and forgive

Regrets for not trying

Or words lost in the sieve

Opportunities gone

Choices poorly chosen

The efforts to keep peace

By remaining frozen

Wade with me the waves are

Wade with me the waves are

Gentle time caressing 

Horizon full of Hope

Hourglass sand addressing 

The sun and moon at work

Ships floating without sound

There for each other our

Overboard cargo found

Dreams kept in yesterdays

Dreams kept in yesterdays 

Clothes now out of fashion

Pristine and perfection

Slightly reduced passion

Hopes continue to shine

Light on in the kitchen

Again time to retire

Tomorrow will pitch in

Transparent as the moon

Transparent as the moon

On this bright afternoon

We cannot erase nouns

As for the verbs, too soon

Reaching for back pockets

For the object before 

The answers always here

Like the creak in the floor

Swirling into settle

Swirling into settle

Clouds covering the sky

Large raindrops falling on

The sped up passerby

Owls inch closer to trunks

Safety not for granted

The heavens release and

The passerby panted

Silence sings its own song

Silence sings its own song

Ribbon melody thought

Nighttime has many shades

Levels of light and naught 

Faces are a timepiece 

Expressions a second

The hours for attention 

Worry wrinkles beckon

Whistle through a rainstorm

Whistle through a rainstorm 

Weather without control

Accepting gravity

Not a box, be a ball

Out here in elements 

The robins in relish

Living a celebrate

Without an embellish 

In love with a goodness

In love with a goodness

Authentic kindness roots

Excuse me and thank you

Sorry for muddy boots

Considerate and true

A healthy self promote

Trying to make better

With empathy emote

In a private lament

In a private lament

Snagged on a twilight star

Buried in passing clouds

The heart that felt too far

Feet in Antarctica 

And head in the Arctic

Soul on the equator 

Compassion cathartic 

In the ordinary

In the ordinary 

The love of the simple

The threads in a button

Landscapes with a dimple

The beauty of hand made

The hope of a mere glance

Happy thoughts we carry

The success side of chance

Childhoods are up for sale

Childhoods are up for sale

In these aisles of antiques

Cookie jars, dishes, Life

Magazines and Newsweeks

Dolls staring like orphans

In strange abandonment

Security cameras’

Parental management

The melancholy's blooms

The melancholy’s blooms

Have the scent of bedsheets 

The oversized sweaters

Of lambswool and soft bleats

The arguments with self

That aren’t unanimous 

These letters to the World

Patterns in randomness 

Light flashes can’t be seen

Light flashes can’t be seen

Explosions can’t be heard

New movies are streaming

And summer sports have blurred 

Market roller coasters

Insiders have no fear

Sailors wanting to jump

Because the end’s not near

Everyone a teacher

Everyone a teacher

The Overwhelm of learn

The hands full and empty

Much held yet more to yearn

Truth not distant mountains

White daisies in the yard

A seat at the table

In our one act play starred

Time is visible here

Time is visible here

It both grows and ages

Off of the canvas it

Is still turning pages

Day after day passing

Tangents merely touching

But concentric rings are

Expanding and muching 

The World is seeping in

The World is seeping in

It seems to never sleep

The sadness and its joys

Not long for us to keep

We press on and hold hands

Make it better for few

Why must we be strangers

We grow old yet seek new 

The golden light is near

The golden light is near

Impressionistic paint

Like a stained glass window 

Or halo of a saint

The sycamores waiting

Crickets and katydids

Provide the swan song for

The summer and its kids

Remember Vietnam

Remember Vietnam

Draft numbers by birthday

Happy to thoughts and prayers

Candle wish to mayday

Random numbers decide

Is my brother listed

Who wins this lottery

Emotions all twisted

In a lake of thoughts

In a lake of thoughts

Ontario for now

In the plunge for meaning

Beyond the present bow

Intimacy changing

Still sharing the one coat

Patinas of aging

And the feelings that float

Brown pelicans diving

Brown pelicans diving

Like crashing kites on sand

The must of survival 

Fragility of and

The genetics of us

Elephant memory

Even in our sleep we

Sense our nest family

A steel plate and traffic

A steel plate and traffic

Like a stethoscope sound

Irregular heartbeat

Cars rushing to leave town

Holding breath at red lights 

Like a swimming pool dive

On green lights they surface

With a random honk, drive

Ali’s pebbles pressure

Ali’s pebbles pressure

In both of these worn shoes

Days are passing through with

Moments stale of old news

Whirlwinds growing quicker

New York minutes a snap

Yet Sunday afternoons 

Still carving out a nap

Culmination countdown

Culmination countdown

Yet formative years here

A better us waiting

On the outskirts of fear

A Sunday together

Answers in sharing space

Safely finding resolve

Mere strides we can out pace

In this transparency

In this transparency 

Dreams floating to the top

The fist and open hand

The brush and planted crop

Reciprocated loves

The shipwrecks and the yacht

Silence escaping me

Hard breathing astronaut 

Feeling fear for others

Feeling fear for others

Sensing incoming storms

The Scream not emojis

Cruelty sporting norms

Freedom is not on scales

One for you, two for me

Equality is Just 

Unfair to disagree

As the path narrows more

As the path narrows more

The view becomes wider

Snow banks is still flooding 

Water hanging tighter

Have we frozen ourselves 

Thinking blocks of granite

Do we chisel or chuck

Sculpt Art or just damn it

A quiet conclusion

A quiet conclusion 

Private resolution 

Greater understanding 

A riddle solution 

Up from the reflection 

More pursuits with purpose

The trapeze without net

No clowns at the circus

These fugitive pigments

These fugitive pigments

The passions now pastures

The calm of retrospect 

The station of past blurs

The changes given time

The third eye cataract 

The vibrance of Egypt

Stripped in the artifact

My propeller compass

My propeller compass

So many lessons learned

Gut reactions gutted

Or delivered as earned

Wisdom not from aging

But assessing results

Weighing criticism

Affirming and insults

We made a secret with

We made a secret with

Ourselves we kept for years

Rejection came early

From both loved ones and peers

We learned to scan crowds for

Acceptance and safety

It began at the start

Conception not lately

Out of the past tense to

Out of the past tense to

Feel textures of today

A living memory

Still adding newer weigh

Love is in the moment

Does it have any tense

It is the Overwhelm

Heavy metal sixth sense

Where is the sigh we seek

Where is the sigh we seek

There was a summer once

Days of guarantees of

Freedom and joyous hunts

Years of jousting to get

Ahead but further from

A time that wasn’t made

But dearly all the sum

It was only a dream

It was only a dream

No one knows it is lost

Clouds die everyday if

Crystals can’t hold their frost

Not casting a shadow

Thin air like darkness stood

Future in the past tense

Was that wasn’t, dead would

Why are we walking on

Why are we walking on

Ukrainian eggshells 

Why do we not defend

Them against Russian swells

Are democracies just

Falling out of power

Not partners in lies like

A dictator coward 

Out of the brush into

Out of the brush into

The rocks and crevices 

A hearty flower blooms

Known as Whatever Is

Thriving and green with a

Touch of improbable

Sturdy and yet subtle

Rooting in obstacle

Narcissus is drinking

Narcissus is drinking

From their own lips below

But sipping of themselves 

Does not pull back the bow

Greatness needs inflating

Hot air balloon sucking

There lies the problem of

Their chaos and fucking

In a baby doll dress

In a baby doll dress

And thrift store red converse

On your gravel driveway

The two of us diverse

There with the peeling paint

We did not try to fix

Each other or explain

How we weren’t in the mix

Simplicity and grace

Simplicity and grace

Words and heart not apart

A summer drink to toast

In the winter of depart

All that remained was love

And an ask here and now

I wanted to share time

But did not control how

Moving ahead quickly

Moving ahead quickly

Landscape rushing in leaps

Little unknowns leading

To larger unknown deeps

Purpose is self-propel

No monarchs to be with

Habitat these worn shoes

Learning the living pith

I dream for your dreams and

I dream for your dreams and

Hope for your hopes as well

No invitation made

Our hearts are made to swell

We can wallow in woes

Share worries and wonder

Be happy for happy

Without stealing thunder

Not seeing the planets

Not seeing the planets

Saturn has moved along

Rainclouds have made their peace

Winds are no longer strong

Who makes wishes when dark

Clouds stall across the sky

The pendulum and gong

Action or standing by

A reminiscent rain

A reminiscent rain

The few lines memorized 

Of a conversation 

That cannot be revised

Soft rain recollections 

How we vowed but instead

Happiness is a choice

The words I left unsaid

In late days of tango

In late days of tango

Eyes still in their embrace

Understanding and full

Linear face to face

Yet we are both spinning

Because we are attune

Like the Earth turning and

At the same time the moon

The Overwhelm rising

The Overwhelm rising

Beethoven at the brim

The light bleaching from the

Medallion to the trim

The excess is waiting

Some distant thunder clap

Expectations heightened 

Topographical map

Learning to see the end

Learning to see the end

Never is forever

Promises broken bells

Guesses merely clever

Memories of us are 

Fish out of water eyes

Tomorrows are taken

But there’s still a clockwise

The manosphere is not

The manosphere is not

A sphere, it is a box

With crucifixion swords 

And a stockpile of rocks

Incels and yes, sellouts

Blaming women falsely

Man childs who won’t grow up

Mano, man oh, costly

The race continues on

The race continues on

Choosing to walk alone

Thoughts in a close corral 

One breath when glass is blown

Knowing when to resume

The common goal to run

Raindrop to waterfall 

Cotton fiber to spun

Further out in the primes

Further out in the primes

The stone skipping wider

Yet the centered main mast

Anchors without slider

Under night sky flowers

Celebration of time

The words to describe us

No synonym or rhyme

Not back after comma

Not back after comma

Nothing more can be said

Why add dead wood to trees

Or sew in more loose thread

A happiness knowing

Efforts ending at will

And no need for crying

When there’s no milk to spill

No pursuit in power

No pursuit in power

Yet fighting tangled weeds

No offspring to offer

But a sower of seeds

Captured by a moment

But not shackled to it

The freedom of a fall

Therefore opting to sit

In this vast openness

In this vast openness 

A morning moon still here

The stars no longer shine

The sky is blue and clear 

Lingering and hanging

Time pressing as it goes

Transparent and sliding

Reluctantly it knows

Not there on the back step

Not there on the back step

Or windows with curtains 

Smoke rising from chimneys 

Or safety of certains

A bird’s nest in my heart

Organic and make due

Twigs of life and ribbons

Faded green and sky blue

Protecting the beauty

Protecting the beauty

Not wanting to mourn loss

Urban renewal plans

The bare wood without gloss

Pulling the clouds back or

Pushing back ocean waves

Look again and see it

Moments dirging to graves

Looking back letting go

Looking back letting go

Shoes worn in young mistakes

Permanent report cards

Are now private keepsakes

Repealing perfection 

Raised with this standard set

And failure to be so

The leeches will blood let

Taking back the shaking

Taking back the shaking

Promises formed in haste

Writing on white clouds smudge 

A storm warning foretaste 

Words fall into puddles

And sink instead of float

Fishing expedition 

On the hook what was wrote

Spinal meningitis

Spinal meningitis 

This was my beginning 

The start of hearing loss

A loose underpinning 

Never able to run

Counting steps in my walk

Not telling anyone

The totals should they talk

Wooden bridge in the wood

Wooden bridge in the wood

How I wanted to stop

To play Pooh sticks and watch

Our twigs race after drop

Our stares growing longer

Silence in slow motion

We could have but didn’t 

Though I had the notion

Just over eight minutes

Just over eight minutes

Sun’s perpetual wait

Why count the stars when some

Are already of late

In the great expansion 

Markers made get buried

The pulse and the moments

Only briefly married 

Is this for rainy days

Is this for rainy days

Or late summer twilight 

Must we wait for gray skies

Or quietness of night

Are we avoiding sun

And will we run for shade

Can we give too much and

Our colors start to fade

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Winterpass

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A white sky above with

A white sky above with

A white plane passing through

Vita Sackville-West would

Most certainly approve

The brief peonies held

Their grand debutant ball

The corn is now knee high

Patient crows hold their call

For a moment the world

For a moment the world

Peels back to the sidelines

Like a Red Sea parting

Or a road through tall pines

But not for a painting

Studied and inflected

But a snapshot flashbulb

Frozen and collected

A small apple orchard

A small apple orchard

Near a clover hillside

No tourists for turmoil

Camping to gain inside

The days repeating like

Silverware and dishes

Sun imprinting time

Reflections and wishes

Feeling foolish finding

Feeling foolish finding

Inspiration from this

Granular and wood grain

The closed eyes and a kiss

This small object of yours

Pocket ephemera

Pollinating with me

In this etcetera

X-ray or dissection

X-ray or dissection 

The soul cannot be found

Not blood in our veins or

The fabrics we have gowned

It is not charisma

Or intellect and such

It is the essence of 

Self and the thoughts we touch

Unable to gift and

Unable to gift and

It cannot be a loan

A mere shift in light like

Flashing mica in stone

The loneliness knowing

The subtle change in tone

Something between the lines

Experienced not own

I moved on yet people

I moved on yet people

Are still using old maps

I have outgrown some thoughts

In my private elapse

I am growing and new

My old self now older

But you can locate me

With hotter or colder

In the valley of dreams

In the valley of dreams

Sleeping before lights out

Rumors and mere murmurs 

Like wind chimes strung about

Compassion compresses

The last echo rebound

The lullaby chorus

Now dirges to no sound

I carry them always

I carry them always

They have the weight of light

Less the weight of shadows

And the blackness of night

They swell without outlines

They are too big for sight

They are defenseless yet

Stronger than any might

Fearful of black rain on

Fearful of black rain on

Inverted tulip blooms

When wars are started by

Unjustified White Rooms

Persian carpet flowers

Covered in black mushroom

Humanity lost for

The lower cost of vroom

The intimate of us

The intimate of us

A forest of two trees

The youth and the weathered

The new wood and old these

The Braille in our palms that

We punch new every day

The quick glance of the eyes

That can speak without say

Slowly the unravel

Slowly the unravel

How has the evening come

The sun was above us

Now on horizon plumbed

How was your day today

Reveries in focus

Tasks handled better than

When the sun had woke us

From feather to cement

From feather to cement 

Everyday a downpour 

Our sense of touch is worn

No want of feeling more

Numb to the madness, did

You know numb has a “b”

The dumb corp dumbing for

The anniversary

An undeclared artist

An undeclared artist

These grasses are my lawn

The privacy of prayer

Without deities spawn

My scarecrows are failing

Those intelligent crows

Or any wildlife that

Stays untamed in their throws

Somewhere the imagine

Somewhere the imagine

Is beyond math and sky

The complexities of

Heart accept without why

And the World with its wide

Spins without sound in grace

And the collective sum

Is not equation base

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The hull sits on dark clouds

The hull sits on dark clouds

George Floyd an albatross

The wind has stopped blowing

The Stars and Stripes now Cross

Thoughts are everywhere yet

There’s not a drop of think

If the earth were flat then

Clearly we’re on the brink

Stevie Smith in my dreams

Stevie Smith in my dreams

He’s in the neighbor’s yard

He always comes when called

He’s out there standing guard

No questions or logic 

But this is not our home

I call and collect him

And together we roam

The burden of Babel

The burden of Babel 

Walden’s Pond with wi-fi

The doves are retreating

Opinions clog the sky

The empty playground where

Thoughts rise up, stand or fall

Our time was wrapped in us

And not a World at all

I cannot nor will be

I cannot nor will be

Yesterday is past tense

The bonsai battle fought

And the fabled white fence

The lotus shoes kicked off

No longer hosting vines

Not framed like farmlands or

Defined by posted signs

When the time stalled but the

When the time stalled but the 

Rain continued to fall 

Our emotions had found

No words left in the brawl

Hearts abandoned music

Each note circled the drain

We were washed up, left with

Our silence to explain

Lost myself within me

Lost myself within me

Too much color in paints

A muddy murky mess

Of my endless complaints

Fearing the dark Rothko

Evergreen branches pits

Yet always a lighthouse 

An Overwhelm light hits

Harder to have future

Harder to have future

Uncertainty about 

The inhumanity 

Of white Christian devout

If He died for their sins

He would not resurrect 

The wrongs so heavy no

Forgiveness could correct

Sadness that cannot seep

Sadness that cannot seep

A couch against the wall

For dreamers not asleep

Waiting for morning call

And in the hard repeat

A happiness appears

A rock without defeat

That melancholy fears

Looking for the patterns

Looking for the patterns

The why here and why now

The saturated Life

The stagnant meets the plow

And in the Overwhelm

Sorrow mingles with mirth

The fossils and the fawn

The relinquished and birth

A fierce independence

A fierce independence 

In secrecy or bloom

A white cloud in darkness

Or a parading plume

No more a dull pencil

I sign and underline

Wrong when wrong, not knowing 

Or simple change of mind

Old and still dreaming of

Old and still dreaming of

An abstract come to life

The grace of a soft edge

Left by a pallet knife 

A feeling in freedom

Love found in the knowing

There is more to being

And never stop growing 

Refusing to let go

Refusing to let go

Generation stampede

Beauty in the rubble

Excavation indeed

A moving train gesture

A spiral in small glance

The movement of mother

Greatness in moment, dance

Far from the bright pastels

Far from the bright pastels 

Beneath where willows grow

A river runs beneath

Fed by the melting snow

Feelings without fountain 

With no geyser or gush

In the dark, white water

That babbles in a hush

The surprise fallen tree

The surprise fallen tree 

Lying here now broken 

A last wave goodbye but

Our feelings unspoken

On roads that never end

At least that’s how we felt

The World's random shuffle

And our two jokers dealt

A slice of Memphis pie

A slice of Memphis pie

Confederate placemat

Christians defending what

He would throw sandals at

Supreme Court, Supreme God

Where do you truly stand

On professed Judgment Day

Your shit will hit the fan

Under a yellowwood

Under a yellowwood 

A single boat adrift

Real as a reflection

The memory the gift

The orphan of our love

In the ripples of grief

Continuous heartbeat

Of together too brief

Life at a window sill

Life at a window sill

Curiosity friend

Where answers are dancers

And questions never end

What are you feeling now

Did happiness garden

Will these seedlings survive

In the outdoors harden

These layers of living

These layers of living

Seasonal but still true 

In this fertile of green

Both parts yellow and blue

Giving then giving more

But trees often lose limbs

It comes as no surprise 

Sometimes it comes from trims

Again, it is not love

Again, it is not love

Just some sad beginning 

Of a dying beautiful 

Pausing constant spinning 

Behind our sets of eyes

Consequences or not

No longer on point and

Far from my centered spot

So long and then longer

So long and then longer

A Friday will follow

Then a week and decades

Centuries will swallow

Today not feeling well

Blue skies grow cloudy gray

This is an afternoon

On another Sunday

Songs pulled up like bedsheets

Songs pulled up like bedsheets

Dreams with bright flags waving

Arriving end of day

History engraving

Hologram emotions

Together filling space

Three dimensional moon

Existence full of grace

Happy as sycamore

Happy as sycamore

Resilient to weather

Shedding from a life lived

Tough grain locked together

A ripening fruit that

Softens in the winter

Good shelter for others 

And not prone to splinter

I swallowed a forest

I swallowed a forest

An ocean in my eyes

In a scarf of gray clouds

And a hat of blue skies

I waited for twilight 

Sundial in my hand

Useless without shadow

Tally marking the And

Crossing the park and road

Crossing the park and road

And into the doorway

Car headlights like comets

Cross the ceiling two-way

A streetlight cast shadows

Through the windows and door

Angular Mondrians

Bend from walls to the floor

Yellowwood chandeliers

Yellowwood chandeliers 

And soon the eighth of May

Two decades and a half

May as well be today

The love tide came in and

It never went back out

I am here in the flood

That will never go drought

Catapulting forward

Catapulting forward

So much progress ahead

Making realizations

Beneath the dreams embed

The future is present

Make the moment exist

Near as the next heartbeat 

Far as the pulsing wrist

Goodbyes after grafting

Goodbyes after grafting

The original tree

Awaits the returning

To the roots of the me

I bloomed in your presence 

Pollinated by bee

The fruit forming is a

Culmination of we

Raindrops like falling hearts

Raindrops like falling hearts

Innocent people die

Fragile ornaments break

Ballistic missiles fly

Might is not always right

Some invest in the war

At the risk of losses

Not in money but your

Art needs but a small space

Art needs but a small space

A dibble in the mind

A homestead garden and

A randomness streamlined

Pages from our own book

Scattered and unnumbered 

Glances and World glimpses

Refusing the slumbered 

Sensing the sediment

Sensing the sediment 

The fossil being made

A sighing setting sun

The brush strokes of the shade

White flowers in the lawn

An old, fat Buckeye tree 

Loud birds in hiding and

Togetherness of three

The horizon in mist

The horizon in mist

Waves crashing far from shore

Seagulls in the sand bar

Eagles in search for more

Old flowers still budding

Birds building nests again

The passing passages

Of time and here and when

A conch shell lullaby

A conch shell lullaby

Spring sunshine is staring

Together in moments

Creating and sharing

Time is unraveling

Memories being made

In Wolf Kahn scrub trees that

Brighten themselves in shade

Blue above and below

Blue above and below

Waves wrinkle and press out

No need to be dreaming

With great beauty about

The world is releasing

As the moon kneads the sea

Happiness is breathing

With a rock and some tree

Happy and all is here

Happy and all is here

Rainstorms in NYC

Lost whiskers of Stevie

You and me and our we

Spades hitting random bricks

A Hewitt’s Double’s blooms

Porcelain Teacup walls 

Alive in so few rooms

Habe ein Déjà vu

Habe ein Déjà vu

We terrorize our own

Christians demonizing

And casting the first stone

Concentration camps and

Masked men masking their crimes

Children being hurt by

Nazis in modern times

Without world or others

Without world or others

No parents or rearing

What am I all alone

In essence of nearing

Melancholy molten

The rising climb of me

Liquid into solid

Changing when I need be

Benevolence bounty

Benevolence bounty

Keeping your own reward

Breaking the boundaries 

With a pushpin dartboard 

Nothing of love, nothing

Just a much needed chair

When I roped off my seat

A deadly empty stare

In a lull between hills

In a lull between hills

Gas station lights humming

We found our happiness 

Intact in the numbing

Two moths realigning

Reversing their propel

Choosing new directions

Beginning with repel

Forever ends today

Forever ends today 

So many of my days

Blank canvases again

My own parting of ways

Racing to get ahead

Did not make better time

Here I am standing still

With gesso as my prime

Curiosity has

Curiosity has

Dirt underneath its nails

The inquisitive peak

The ask beyond the rails

The artist and process

Inspirational spark

Imagination that

Illuminates the dark

Days of polka and fugue

Days of polka and fugue

Moonlight Sonata yearn

The tug of war ropes that

Blister, rip through and burn

Remember apple mulch

We spread on tree acres

Our corner of the world

Where we were caretakers 

Too many broken things

Too many broken things

Don’t lose a drop of milk

No ripples in water

Like tousled yards of silk

Seeking new not repair

Another cornerstone 

Rugs like Rocky Mountains

Life in precipice zone

Too many canals dug

Too many canals dug

Duty and the bent head

Pages written bluster

Majority unread

Hourglasses are making

Sand art of our days whence

Gravity pulling grains

As displaced air assents

My prized possession is

My prized possession is

Rooted deep in my heart

It is the pi of love

Forever from the start

It thrives in light or shade

Everyday a new shoot

It arches high and low

Both net and parachute

Closer to privilege

Closer to privilege 

Having little support

Allowing and mixing

My own clay in the thwart

Growth in frontiers without

Fences or rails and posts

By dressing my own wounds 

And confronting all ghosts

The universe cycles

The universe cycles

From birth to death to birth

All is temporary 

Our sun and planet Earth

We funnel in and then

Funnel out again new

The black holes and red dots

Each a probable clue

In some random future

In some random future

An accidental turn

We may come face to face

The stagnant and the learn

Your opinions unchanged

You may say they’re unmatched

I have left the nest while

You’re eggs are still unhatched

Blustering winds are here

Blustering winds are here

Magnolias too soon

The late days of winter

The occasional June

Soldiers of Vietnam

Bouchard on my wrist cuff

We say never forget

Not enough is enough

Our dreams blow across these

Our dreams blow across these

Zen-less gardens unraked 

They can be planted here

Regardless of mistake

Wise children learn to cope

We bloom in the hardest

Aloe to ourselves when

We are Avant-gardist

The snow shovel now rake

The snow shovel now rake

Last year’s leaves still linger

Giving Spring a handshake

Counting change, each finger

Time again moves quickly

The trotting robin’s urge

Gathering the fragments

Without sensing the purge

Somewhere north of Canal

Somewhere north of Canal

Before the tourists creep

Out from their hotels to

Parade and purchase cheap

In front of three traders

Elbowing holding styles

To their joy and laughter

I gave them each free smiles

Arrived and still longing

Arrived and still longing

Living in the almost

Unquenched by the here and

A thirst for the utmost 

Now happy in rural

The butterfly flight path

Far from sidewalks, the loom

And the abacus math

Our brief flowers and stems

Our brief flowers and stems

Hand printed hieroglyphs

Spores of our present breath

Before stone monoliths

Fruition or rhizomes 

Solitary or clump

The vertical forest

To fallen tree and stump

Morning left the fog here

Morning left the fog here

I watch it as it moves

Across rigid skylines

And building window grooves

Remember our bright day

I’m unwrapping this gift

To weather this weather

Until the fog has lift

Grandiose helium

Grandiose helium

Your need to touch the sky

The ego inflated

Draws in the passerby 

Here in the open air

On feet not meant to fly

Your helium balloon

Grows smaller to my eye 

Curiosity strikes

Curiosity strikes

Exploration fish nets

Unknowns becoming known 

From the action of let’s

Why’s and wise are in chord

Mysteries we can solve

Your ocean, my ocean

One water will evolve

From concentric to skew

From concentric to skew

The kudzu vine ripped out

The sunlight again shines

The leaves about to sprout

Years under the carpet

Eggshells turned to powder

From valley to alpine

Our shout is now louder

A painting without red

A painting without red

At the end of the hall

An intimate portrait

Every detail a sprawl

With two blue hands holding

A green ginkgo bouquet 

Ancient before yellow

Fossils in pending clay

Here behind the pylons

Here behind the pylons

Detours and caution tape

Under construction with

Pitfalls and rough landscape

Surveillance cameras

Private property signs

Walden Pond armory

Empathetic confines

Envelopes and letters

Envelopes and letters

Loose sheets of thoughts and blank

Given in the darkness

Written on the edge plank

Pressed flowers in these words

So travel is not lost

And do not fall in love

With clouds at any cost

Time pinched between fingers

Time pinched between fingers

A winter fog sleep walks

Trapped in a photograph

Of last season’s cornstalks 

All of the decades are

Compressed in decisions 

Children’s books to memoirs 

Missteps and precisions

The chosen path is not

The chosen path is not

Wide and now seems too short

The mother and father

And their late life abort

Knowing what I know now

The effort without fruit

The impossible love

No matter the pursuit

Rejecting recollect

Rejecting recollect

Not fearing present tense

Or fresh flashing forward

Not the hoarding of whence

Discovery default

Small buttons of wonders

Sharing of perspectives 

Humor at our blunders