Swear Fealty

I did walk
Unknowingly
Into some feud
With a self-appointed lord

Who fought to the edge of reason
Against me
What false fealty, he
Who sought no reason to fight
For me

With then, my One, True Lord
Into some grace
Finally
I did walk

Solstice in June

Life I don’t recognize
Here nonetheless
Borne out of The Summer of Love

My first days
My always
Enamored with Solstice in June

Seek True North with me
Kick ass in the dugout with me
Help make love familiar again

Sandy-haired

I summoned you so hard
So in earnest
Sent out all my Super-she energy
With such sheer-will
With mountainous hope
Which always worked so well for me

But found only my own enlightenment

It can only be the powers that be
Felt fit to see
You find yourself
Crawling
And not
Mountain climbing

Sandy-haired, please find yourself

Webster’s Hill

Dictionary me
Plentiful of words
Heartfelt pronunciations

I’ll speak monosyllabic, if you’ll listen:
“I-loved-you”

You there on the hill
Webster’s Hill
Hardcover edition

I spoke King’s English
Plain English
All languages I knew

Prayed black-letter truths
Whisper-wished my marrow into you

What fateful stormy day
Opened you up
Revealed your empty pages

What phonetic wind
Took your hand from mountaintop
Carried you from me?

victors

his harem and the hell of it
writing our hearts out
we
playing nice, polite, naïve
negligent, thus failing
sorrow shrouds our intrinsic prettiness
our intellect

O, Ego
His-n-Hers

God gave me this house
yellow, yes — at first glance
diffuse your gaze, step back and see
sentience walks these halls
juicy details of pain, love
striving, ceasing
success and victory

go or stay, either way
none of it’s yours to peruse