The
Redemption
My eyes green
are 2 glass
windows
into the past.
I keep the
blinds
pulled down
tight.
Carnal
knowledge
is a Biblical
definition of sin.
I live in
darkness,
the shame of those
early years.
I pull myself
out
redemption in old
age,
a savior,
before the
grave,
I flatter
myself
in a mirror, no
reflection.
Alberta
Bound (V4)
I own a gate to
this prairie
that ends facing
the Rocky Mountains.
They call it
Alberta -
trails of endless
blue sky
asylum of endless
winters,
the hermitage of
indolent retracted sun.
Deep freeze drips
haphazardly into spring.
Drumheller,
dinosaur badlands, dried bones,
ancient hoodoos
sculpt high, prairie toadstools.
Alberta highway 2
opens the gateway of endless miles.
Travel weary, I
stop by roadsides, ears open to whispering pines.
In harmony North
to South
Gordon Lightfoot
pitches out a tune-
"Alberta
Bound."
With independence
in my veins,
I am a long way
from my home.
Tiny Sparrow
Feet (V2)
It's calm.
Cheeky,
unexpected.
Too quiet.
My clear plastic
bowls
serves as my bird
feeder.
I don't hear the
distant
scratching,
shuffling
of tiny sparrow
feet,
the wing dances,
fluttering, of a hungry
morning's lack of
big band sounds.
I walk tentatively
to my patio window,
spy the balcony
with my detective's eyes.
I witness three
newly hatched
toddler sparrows,
curved nails, mounted
deep, in their
mother's dead, decaying back.
Their childish
beaks bent over elongated,
delicately, into
golden chips, and dusted yellow corn.
Beach Boys,
Dance
They dance and
drum to their songs.
Boogaloo Boys,
Beach Boys, still band members die.
Revolts and
rebellion always end in peace, left for the living.
Even the smoking
voice of Carl Wilson dies
with a canary
inside his cancerous throat called "Darlin."
Dennis Wilson,
hitchhiking, panhandling with the devil Charles Manson,
toying with
heroin, he's just too much trouble to live.
Check their
history of the living and the dead;
you will find them
there, minor parts and pieces
musical notes
stuck in stone wall cracks,
imbibe alcohol,
cocaine.
Names fade,
urns toss to sea
dump all lives
brief memories,
bingo, no
jackpot.