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.

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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.

Perceptions

 
 
 Tendrils from the vegetable wild
 prowl unchecked 
 as they whip and rouse 
 the stoic boulders,
 unmoved by predictable tides 
 and petulant ocean tempers.
 
 Foreground/Background play
 hocus pocus alakazaam
 on the plane,
 seeding doubts
 that what you see
 is what
 you get.

Adoration

 
  Adoration,
 a fool’s heart smack,
 begs for more,
 while love endures
 its loss.

Ancestral Dream

 
 Unknown photographer.
 ancient camera,
 another lost memory along
 the family highway.
 
 My dad - 
 in his late teens, high school drop out,
 newly minted soldier,
 sweet incomprehension,
 shipping off to the Theaters of Europe
 and  North Africa -
 posing with his father.
 
 His dad,
 in gangster pose;
 made a good living as the neighborhood
 grocer - 
 always drove new black Buicks,
 paid cash, of course.
 A basement bootlegger during the Great Depression 
 he supplied bathtub gin to his side of the town.
 
 With his stern, suspicious Eastern European stare
 he wordlessly says:
 "My boy,
 you’ll find out soon enough.
 There will be nothing for you
 to smile about 
 when you return."
 
 These two impenetrable ghosts,
 contrasting gravitas and innocence,
 are branded in my wiring,
 with meanings still unfolding.

Cathodes

 
 
  Cathode legerdemain: 
 emptiness made incandescent,
 broadcasting ancient translations,
 aural harmonies,
 plugged in truths.
 
Electric shamanism transmitting
 the early precepts of confidence,
 unleashed modules of song,
 tattoo space with drama and invention.
 
Sonic concussions remain
 indelible in their
 expansive reach.

August 9, 2019 – London Eye

Boat Dreams

 
 Boat dreams,
 lofted by some 
 unreachable promise 
 of adventure and calm,
 and making a fluid escape.
 
 You thought.
 
 Deluded again
 by the huckster idea
 of the good life.