Tree Talk

…content, are you…though my tears cast shadows upon thee…tears whose weight and multitudes you were neither courageous to have carried, nor worthy to have caused?

…odd and overcast be…this, your lot…connecting you to your willing wickedness…try to fell me…try…here on this truthed ground I stand…am what I ought to be, whilst you are not.

(Inspirational Credit; “…In a real sense, all life is inter-related. All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny….”
— Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “Letter From a Birmingham Jail”)

Dear Graduates

I feel so disastrous, then how is it I sing?

Might it be my surroundings, these graceful youth-filled souls

Maybe that it’s this One Time, these dapper-Dan’s and Gals

The cotton-candy low-sun skies and promising new lives

Despite the struggles of this year, which brought fourth omni-tears

Farewell, hello, dear graduates, our hearts tethered despite

Avoidant

The usefulness of tears
Like goodtime words
During midnight promises
Overrated, I promise

Necessary, nonetheless
When human tendency
Atom energy
And Universe certainty

Collide

Horsepowered

One warm tear after another

Fell shocking me after I’d whispered my name aloud in some man’s voice I no longer know

Tears as heavy diamonds, flawless and innocent, from my right first then my left

Each with the viscosity needed to let love flow through this muscle-car I call my heart

This, coldest of winter’s night

June Will Be Okay

Deciding this morning whether
To be afraid for our weather

For this Earth
For its Underlings

I noticed triumph
Its and Theirs

I saw green, cold tears
Gladness!

There was little left to do
Open wide the window

Cry out
Three cheers for a cold victory!

The Dark Side

I cried, how dare I!
I cried over cat food today
How it covered
Her nose and eyelashes
My hands and my vision
How it lingered
The way snowflakes might stay
Were we not dark princesses
Standing at the sink twice today
Cleaning her face and my heart
Hoping that tears and time
Will somehow free us
From the stench
From the mess and disaster
Of our love