This Cascading Moment

 
 This cascading moment
 down to the studs;
 
 in its whisper
 a tree
 spreads its branches
 to this time,
 in this place,
 being here
 in rooted presence,
 
 as the fog breaks it down
 and makes it simple.

Stage

 
 Recruited to this stage, 
 this time,
 along the itinerary
 of unfolding existence;
 
 blown senseless by
 the whoosh of traffic;
 others speeding towards their own 
 uncertain destinations,
 
 that’s their business.
 
 You shake it off;
 your stage awaits.
 
 Climbing the steps of intuition
 you come to your own rescue,
 with a joke, a song, or
 a tall tale.

 Your confidence rests in knowing that
 nobody is paying attention.

Fog

  As the fog retreated 
  from its sloppy kiss
 the mojo dance returned aflutter.
 
 He wrapped his arm around
 her neck,
 and whispered
 "you’re the only one."
 
 She thought:
 "I know,"
 and tilted her head
 towards his
 in silence.

August 27, 2019 – Long Island, ME

Only the Devoted

 
 
 It’s the devout who can see clearly
 through the restless scramble
 of competing significance,
 embracing the hard nut of certainty,
 and making irritable fact and reason theirs.
 
 Empathy be damned.
 
 They cancel their passport to mystery,
 stuck safely forever en route
 along the borderlines
 of disconnection.

June 10, 2018 – New Haven Windows

Time Out

 
 
 Time out
 from the jangle and disequilibrium,
 outside communities,
 pausing from 
 coercion of masks,
 dictates of roles,
 respite from having to 
 be someone,
 be somewhere,
 doing something.
 
 Just being present,

 to return
 weightless
 into the world.

Lorem Ipsum

Lorem Ipsum. 
Need a lion, fruit, biochemicals and laughter. 
Outdoor sapien football player. 
But there is no lion. 
Sometimes the jaws of manufacturing mass footballs and soccer 
become arrows. 
Notebook tastes of convenience, laughter. 
Films deductible. 
Each hydrogen broadcasts in the environment, but should not. 
Lakes sit soft.  
Mass manufacturing suspended or sterilized and will not free him. 
Always microwave bananas and peanuts for a salad.  
It is the present, grilled on television, with ghosts.
There is no need now for tomorrow. 
Tweedledum and Tweedelee. 
Lorem Ipsum.

Kazoo Dialogue

 
  My oh my,
 I got my ballon face on, 
 my spirits can’t be deflated
 by you gloom balloons.
 
 Don’t misunderstand,
 we’re just looking for
 the next good time.

Annie Mulz

 
 
 Annie Mulz was a stranger to herself,
 feeling that nothing is real.
 
Asleep in the world,
 losing the dice,
 unable to play the game;
 confused by a love
 she never had,
 invisible and nobody,
 yet she has a name,
 and that’s the beginning of something.