Equinox

The season turns again

latest details

here

Floating along

aimless

but not

brainless

evidently

Brainless

The same door at the Kimbell

under rain clouds

Mercurial spirit

whispering

into my empty head

Retreating

I'll be seeing you
in all the new unfamiliar places
Hahahaha
I'll be on the move
(Oscar Mike)
until I get all squared away
& stop this incessant parroting
of things I watched on TV
& have a better grasp
of my own true voice
even if only bits of it
materialize

But I always always always
mean well.

You're my Blue Sky, You're my Sunny Day

There is a panel of blue sky
in the emergency room at Sacred Heart
& you sat there bundled into a flimsy blanket
shivering & scaring the life out of me

The doctor looked like Elvis
jet black hair
pale blue eyes
sideways grin

I suppose we were a novelty
the two of us
among the nosebleeds
baseball injuries
& noisy sufferers
the regulars

you said

We were the irregulars
paying the price
for living so well
except for the small detail
of dental floss
over time

Later, while you slept,
you seemed such an Innocent
there in Clear Conscience Land
I sat on the beach
making mental fun
of my many companions
admiring the real sky
the coral umbrella
(very flattering to the skin, that light)
the emerald fluff's eternal minuet
reflecting upon the sturm und drang

and I just could not help smiling
& bopping a little to the iPod choices
I made before we left
not regretting
a single one

Say Something

It could mean anything

it could say

mountains

or

river

It could be some forgotten

cursive
rendering
of original thought

It could say

This way to the dead leaf

or

I am usually invisible

It could be a parody
of Alfred Hitchcock

It could be shedding its skin

or feeling life wiggle

inside herself

& stopping to savor that

Viral

I caught something wonderful today!

Conqueror

An offer I could not refuse
this blue dragonfly
& unnoticed companion(s?)
claiming an outpost
on a battered post
sat long minutes
pondering

breathing

gazing NNW for some reason
known only to the dragonfly

Sloooooow putters on the green
lining 'em up like Ben Crenshaw

gave me time to play my own game