Circular conversations Nonsense and sense Start somewhere End up nowhere Tear your hair Go on as if Normal This is the norm Day after day Parry and thrust A play of words That leads nowhere I never quite know Is this real Can anyone misunderstand This much Or is it an Elaborate hoax A joke on me On all of us I don't know If it is and Never mind Does it matter Anyway
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Crisp shirt blue blazer jeans Faded just right Silver buckles on fine black Leather loafers Even his hair Artfully tousled Salt and pepper He speaks A refined accent of Vaguely European origin It is this voice that Saves him from My scorn Distain for predictable Perfection He can't help himself He's European I can go back To my paper Save my vitriol For another victim Paddling on the Charles Running ahead of a pile Of storm clouds We try to beat the weather Crossing from side to side As we chase the sun until At last as we are Turning to shore The sun clears the clouds We stop and just sit Facing the heat Paddles at rest Eyes closed No talking We feel the warmth On our faces and arms And realize This may be the last Of summer And it is all the sweeter For this Chekhov said The center of gravity He and she Is it so for You and me Or do I spin alone and You also Two tops Or gravitrons Spinning in our own Direction and not Pulling on each other No I think not At least for the last Ten years Or so We share the weight Of years and days Even as we Continue to spin On our own path We gravitate To the center Together Whoever said Safe as houses When was that ever true Houses hold secrets Keep others out No one sees inside What is really Going on Good to not Have neighbors too nearby They might hear Screams and Might notice All is not well Inside The houses My mother loved me Even though she gave me away She gave me nothing But she gave me love My stepmother gave me everything But I was like Cinderella Told to fetch and clean and do But never told of love I love my daughter She will never feel my hand in anger And I will give her all I have because I have learned this from life That all is love Silk flowers
Tied to a sign post White painted bicycle Fastened to a chain link fence Flowers in the basket Plastic flowers and teddy bears Tied to a tree In front of a high school Each time a new Bunch of flowers, candles And bears Sprout at a busy corner or stoop or street sign Our luminous world fades A little bit more Almost dozing on the Porch little earbuds Droning a story gentle In my ears I lie For an hour between This and that Every time I almost Fall asleep I catch Myself and swing up Into the story again Then into doze again For an hour feet up Just marking the Line between one part Of life and the next A comma a pause Just an hour of Peaceful story time |