crazy old woman…

crazy old woman001

stumbles on broken sidewalk
heart pacer kicks in
unable to rise
moment of hope
sees young family
they stare away
walk around her
on the street
good parents
teaching child
not
to speak
to
strangers
bruised
struggles to find
her new iphone
tells husband
morning walk
has gone
awry

 

 

midnight torment…

night embraces you
in cloth of hidden shadows
with sequin street lights
pulsing through the growing fog
sanctuary for nightmares
moments unwanted
making you conscious of death
and unable to sleep

 

and the joke’s on us…

like
a proverbial joke
we can see
the light
at the end
of
the tunnel
but
here’s the punchline
it’s
death’s train
all the stations
along
the
way
life’s stages
were places
we
could not stay
no matter
how much
we enjoyed
them
so
here
we are
living
another platitude
looking death in the face

 

gnarled old trees…

been
rooted
in the broken promises
of
freedom
for
over two hundred years
so
it should be of no surprise
that
we have grown
roughened
in
our views
of
the future
and
misshapen
in
our attitudes
for
hope
and
justice
in
this nation
oh
when we were young
we could
easily bend
and
not break
when
the winds
of
ignorance and hate
forced
us toward the ground
then
we would rebound
and
once again
grasp at the sky
but
now days
we refuse to bend
nor
do we have to
we have
an outside
that has grown hardened
and
an inside
having knotty memories
of
the pain
of
our lifetimes
we have
grown
and
survived
like
african mahogany

 

interference patterns…

by just looking
at it
one might
draw
some
negative conclusions
for
the case
is
well worn
it’s
wooden shell
shows
its age
and
how
hard
it’s been
handled
over the years
some parts
are
tarnished
resembling
the color
of
gray hair
other parts
are
dented
and
i doubt
work
anymore
but
when you look
inside
it still maintains
its
youthful beauty
my old
kaleidoscope