How Dare You Quote Whitman

Sonny, (I can call you that because I’ve grey and am much older than you)

You don’t look like a man who’dve (proper grammar? I surely don’t care)

Said what you said (but you said it, and it stole my heart)

In Chapter 25 (chapter twenty-five., to be precise)

Or even a man who’dve been able to “focus” this long (though you lay claim to seeing its virtue, so I’ll believe you)

Given the amount of time (I’ve spent more than my fair share of it and secretly believe it’s ubiquitous)

And number of exhalations I know (I know) it took away

From your habitual daydreaming (I’ve a penchant for it, too)

I could (sadly, I will) continue sharing unrequited love-jabs here

But it’s late and the (glorious, but damned) mosquitoes have made their entrance

So I laugh (always — most often at myself), and tuck your bookmark (thanks) in my bra strap (ha) instead of your book (your book, bravo) and go inside for the night (and, how dare you quote Whitman?!)

Goodnight (goodnight)

Higher Self

Ask about my windows, World!
Inquire of my peace
Be vulnerable and take my hand
Let “what if” worries cease

If this seems manic to your mind
Then see me with your soul
I’ll take you to dimension five
Your ego slave to Whole

Darlin’ Dear

When I wronged her months ago
She spoke to my calamity
With kindness
With humility
To her surprise, she empowered me

My ego now in overdrive
We’d make the Thousand Mile Drive
And I’d stay silent, in my self-defense
And punish her for her offense
Of trusting me with honesty

She wanted what I’d promised us
My best from me

Instead I killed her, once back then
Plus each day since
Her, my best friend

Her ghost grieves to this very day
But I am okay
I walked away

Fired Up

You’ve mistaken me
Forgotten I’d told you

My childhood day-to-days fuel me still
Hope beyond reason
Vision despite the midnight blue
These ever-present gifts to me

I’ve years to your Days
In your all-knowing, understand this

You’ve nothing to give
That I haven’t got

Not Natural

Black diamond, I’m afraid
The day draws near
You’ll allay alone
You scare them so
They’ll ask, aroused
They’ll linger, then loiter
Then, taunted by some ego
They’ll tumble
You found them
You called them
Out

Tunnel Visions

You are the wrong kind of torque

An un-fun velocity

A ballsy, bitter ride

In an ego-driven coupe

I’d prayed to survive

I am the wanted-to-walk

An emotional dallier

A noticing, freak-of-nature

In a too-long skirt length

You’d failed to ally

Teeter

On somedays, like strong days
And bright, sunny days
I stand up to my ego
And dictate that we go
To right places with kind faces
Where smooth to the rough faces
But on the long days, oh my soul