Secular Ghosts


 Secular ghosts
 radiate phosphorescent
 ennui medication.

Point of View

 Topsy turvy triumph,
 get-up-and-go
 giggles
 in the upside down.

Endurance


 On the beach
 amidst tidal serendipity,
 through impetuous hours and days,
 time is measured by endurance,
 and friendships sustain
 within their being.

Look

 Look into my eyes
 Big Boy,
 and read my thoughts;
 just don’t pee on your shoes.

September 29, 2019 – Devils Lake, North Dakota

Rough Sleeper


 Rough sleeper,
 pummeled by the poor timing
 of bad luck bounces;
 knocked undead,
 surrendered to the futile fates:
 options gone,
 hope gone,
 faith gone,
 dignity gone,
 illusions shattered
 into shards of turmoil
 in the absence of affection
 and play,
against the hardened grime
of invisibility.

She Falters

 With glassy-eyed resistance to speed,
 nostalgic, not ancient,
 she clutches her childhood ideals,
 while a flurry of long distance messages
 broadcast over time.

 Her past drops,
 kissing her innocence
 like the first falling snow
 in winter.
 
 Raw bone and cinderblock cradle
 where she becomes apart;
 she falters between home
 and the impersonal,
 grasping false security,
 as she falls
 
 away,
 away,
 long distance message
 far away;
 falling
 into the life of indecipherable messages
 hexed by cupidity and charm;
 against the hope that her life
 is not in vain;
 
 while she awaits 
 inevitable change.

Wonder Bar

 
 Duck into the secular church
 of imminent oblivion;
 drink deep, 
 drown the Blue Devil,
 play the pleasure trick,
 and watch your ingenuity blur.
 
 If you can.
 
 Cash in,
 bleed out,
 retreat into the
 grandiose unclarity of your
 uniqueness,
 
 while you chase the love
 unconditional
 that you’ll never know.

X-Ray

 
 Skull slang radiation
 through a four flush 
 brain mist,
 cool blue mosaic
 of bone schematics.
 
 Soul cockpit 
 of a twittering machine,
 made visible,
 sports the question:
 
 what the fuck am I
 doing here?