Half

Birthday for a sweet young girl

Works for Housing for the Homeless

Social worker right out of college

She is my sister, the best of the genes

Right Back to Iconography

A tiny brass Ganesh in my pocket every day

to remind me (like a string on the finger) that

there were huge obstacles in my personality

So many years later I grieve the elephants

killed for their ivory tusks and only want to

share a few conversations with a swami

Talk To Me In My Dreams

Sleep is never a quiet time anymore

My psyche wants to feel loved

Maybe I’ve never been capable

of trusting that people love me

without all the upsetting conflicts

A sane man is one who can allow

people to love him, it feels ok

Hangover Taxidermy

Funniest thing that only a demented mind could love

Badly preserved dead animals as way to illustrate

hangover types..brain cells not required

 http://http://www.buzzfeed.com/floperry/types-of-hangovers-illustrated-by-crap-taxidermy#oom0on

Oilholes

Off with their Heads!

Even physicians are gagged

Not allowed to tell patients that

their illnesses are caused by

frack water contamination

Let the jesters at them!

Love as Conspiracy

I know I know, it is not healthy to keep dredging up the past

Then again there are so many juicy pieces of slop in the

latest “poetry”/ cryptic not Boyfriend messages, it is delicious

Wondering what this cult leader/ endless love thing is all about

Maybe some love spell or that you are that interesting, true that.

She’s Getting “IT” for Free

 

Doreen told her to keep luring you with her “sex”

Not any forty something will do, she’s found that out

I’m sure that the women at tea last week are crazy

there is no telepathy going on, that’s just bonkers

It must be extra sensory perception, pay attention

to the connections between here and there, fascinating.

Influence from Distance

Word Press wished me a 2nd year Anniversary

Hasn’t it been decades since I laughed with you?

Transformations are neither good nor bad

they needed doing so the teacher arrived

Inviting Reality

She said I taught her Earth Science in my first year.

That whole year was a blurr with a 6 month old baby

being weaned, as I worked on classroom management

with fourteen year olds experimenting with mind altering.

In a crowd of 12,000 people she beamed that smile at me

I was cold stone, yet missing from the fellowship for months

A greeting from the great out there to where I feel realer. 

On the Train

What was I thinking?

Taking my social anxious daughter

to a throng of crazy people in a crowd

We made it to the 11 pm train home

She fired up her laptop and began

to tell me the days News

Texas women have choices

The world makes sense sometimes