Withering Smile

Once the hydrangeas have decided, there is no turning back. They bloom just for you. Intentionally. Enough sweltering days strung one-after-another makes them crazy enough to believe.

And delusional. They let you walk ever-so-near. They don’t see you’ve a gardener’s shears behind your back. And your intention…to display them on your basement table.


I live on a lonely block

Hope and Delusion my only neighbors

They never talk to one another

Something about a falling out many millennia ago

So I, the conciliatory soul, am the go-between

And am making much progress

Sometimes they loan me sugar

All-too-willingly, it seems

But I gotta pay it back quick

Else they threaten all-nighters

Dissonant music at full volume

“Is it worth it?” I often ask aloud

They reply in unison, of course

Grandiose Giggle

Some book or some manual somewhere
Warns of delusions as grand
As the ones
I believe
I’m OK
With the knowledge 

There are sunrises refusing to hustle
And sunsets equally reticent
But for my permission and wink

Rivers refuse to empty to sea
And winds wait in luffed sails
Lest my right hand’s at the helm and my left holds the lantern at 2:44 in the morn’

Artist’s notes will not paint
Or give wings to the heart
‘Til I dream that our feet give them grace to dance with

The Firework’s grand finale 
Along with The Checkered Flag 
For my nod
I am grand