no difference days or years…

no difference days or years

i’ve been wondering
if
that fly
on
the wall
has been watching me
or
just scanning
my
computer screen
for
the latest
world news
given
a housefly’s
life expectancy
i would think
it
would want
to go out
into
the world
and
experience life
rather than
just
sitting
and
staring at me
or
my screen
while
i spend
endless hours
reading
emails
and
writing verses
that
have no chance
of
changing
the
world
what
a foolish
common
little fly

 

 

innocent bystanders…

innocent bystanders

many people die
as
life victims
outpatients 
in
an unsympathetic void
where
the affairs of life
are rewarded
like a pet
receiving a treat
for
good behavior
whose mourners
celebrate
but
who’s celebrated
never
joined
the party

 

 

is there something missing…

is there something missing

have you found
your
dried tears
or
have they been
caught up
in the winds
of
time
circling
above
your tomorrows
but
falling
today
to blind you
like
an ocean fog
to
where
you are
or
could be

selling your soul…

an enterprising
young antique dealer
arbitrarily
decided
to stop
and
visit several folks
in
aunt bea’s
neighborhood
he was
talking
at
aunt bea
when
i arrived
he
said
you realize
that
all the things
you’ve cherished
these
many years
will
just be
boxed up
and
sold
so
why not
reap
the benefits
of
these treasures
while
you’re still here
aunt bea
politely
smiled
and
said
hon
that’s
just
what
i’m doing

contemporary degeneration …

unintelligent determination
brings
a sadness
as heavy as
the day’s sea air
listening
to
empty conversations
of
laundry sent out
and
returned with labels
attached
to seams
such
a major
inconvenience
while
beneath
the ship’s bow
the great barrier reef
struggles
like
a small drowning child
gasping for a breath
of existence

 

an ancient discipline…

an ancient discipline

aunt bea
warmly smiled
as i discussed
a recent
management workshop
on
centering
to maintain
personal life balance
she listen attentively
to my summary
and then
took
a deep breath
and
said
personally
i find
the warmth of love
to be
the counter-balance
to life’s chaos
a true
personal love
i can’t convey it
in those clinical terms
you just used
but
the feeling’s
like
a lover’s flesh
pressed against yours
as the new day begins
that moment
that floods your soul
with all
the inner peace
possible
meditating
on that moment
throughout the day
shields the soul
from thorny
events
and
people