Growth
And again I aspire,
To bring myself higher,
To wing away, set sail.
Anon, my dear dreams,
Restored, so it seems,
If ambition’s fully derailed.
Evening’s effervescent breeze,
Gifts sweet, simple liberties,
To beautifully plumed birds.
And grafts tight readers’ words,
With pearly petal drops;
Pink, orange, probably white
Rots when realizing treasure’s
Relative worth births pretend worlds,
Also dried blossoms as keepsake volumes
Yesterday, I pulled my pen across a page
Forsaken, even orphaned bits deigned
Fantastic things, brought along
Delicate imaginings;
Your likeness lay in fragile pieces
Long before they taught me how to catch a raven,
Watch a dolphin blue fish swimming blues,
Recall clouds, I learned that optimists are very busy souls
Deciding in which keys we sing our common grace.
Good talking in public needs good thinking in private
Educational elitism suits only the hegemony.
Heart’s Preamble (a droighneach)
These cold-feet Decembers,
Resolve to remember,
Select April afternoons,
When hearts’ preamble
Meant to surrender livingroom
Romances kindled, though belated dreams.
Stances unguided beside movements
Unchecked, elated bound sentiments, united
Two parts merged. Such union
Commanded fresh promise,
Retained wishes, found hope’s
Dominion upholds fidelity’s bliss.
Bodies Roll
Bodies roll, their penurious features compelling more than economic
Platforms. Rather, cultural plateaus get blanketed together by oblates, clerks,
Dollar store managers, also anodynes manufactured in garages or in large lofts.
They roil for purposes of staying bilious conditions, fallen limbs, and rotten teeth.
Putative rabbits breed like nobody’s business, their obeisance pain
Expressed in tufts of hair, large litters, maybe also torpid guard dogs.
Consider that when tyros mind the store, beggars’ alacrity, pimples, sores,
Like new-fangled protests, make short work of all available social workers.
Those conditions, in turn, encourage the nesting of perspacious eels.
Slithery sorts tend to enjoy flitting among other, lesser, unstable stations.
Seemingly, only conterminously, such invite conflict, upturn civilizations,
Make hazards from twee, worn string, sometimes soggy newspaper logs.
If I were to proposition old goats, seek refuge among picayune heroes, cry a bit,
The resulting manners of dance, fireworks, lubricants, would undue me.
(Praetorianism remains underrated except in the lairs of Komodo dragons,
Gray wolves, culpeo foxes, ospreys, goonches, and used car salesmen.)
