A world overburdened with information
Embellished, fake – even false
To empower self with our own reality
Is the challenge
A world overburdened with information
Embellished, fake – even false
To empower self with our own reality
Is the challenge
Walking along
She remembers
A report
She read
Sometime
In the past
Walking slowly
As reported
Can mean the
Onset of the absence of mind
Looking ahead
She speeds up her transportation
Almost skipping
Wanting no one to consider
She only sees the past in her mind
Worry
Steals the bright light
that resides within
Dim the gray veil,
Open the brocade curtain,
Deliver your spontaneous lines of life
Recently released from incarceration,
men, some still boys, gather
at the Safe House
to keep warm,
sip hot coffee,
talk and listen freely, or just
rest peacefully.
Neil provides opportunities to
improve.
12-steps
Most cannot break the cycle
of their lives.
Reading
Writing
Arithmetic
Many are too far removed from
the classroom.
Bo comes once a week
bringing canvases, acrylics, and brushes.
None are too far removed
in this house, now a home,
where the art is.
A single lava lamp
sends thousands of
sparkles dancing around the
tired off-white walls
splashing colorful primary-color dots
on cast aside
velvet bell-bottoms
threadbare tie-dye
polyester un-mentionables
while the lovers’ passions
erupt with
lava-like rhythm
pulsing with the sounds
of Carter-Lewis and the Southerners
The bachelor for the show has finally been found!
Twenty-five eager young women his way are bound.
On the first night they all meet;
with a kiss, each one he greets.
After all twenty-five introductions are done,
the handsome bachelor begins to have fun.
They talk. They drink.
They smile. They wink.
Conversation vignettes are scripted and edited in
with girls whose names are Tiffany and Brandilynn.
Words repeated such as amazing and awesome
are swiftly planted, fertilized, and blossom.
For the next ten weeks from eight until ten
I am glued to my TV, waiting for someone to “win.”
A solitary bell repetitively clangs
outside the superstore’s automatic doors.
Standing stoically, a bored Santa,
skinny and beardless,
seems oblivious
to the endless salvo of the repeated tone.
The red kettle, slick with settled moisture,
collects compassion coins
from the fortunate
eager to hurry inside and spread comfort,
out of necessity,
on the unnecessary.
lost in sheep clothing
the wolf hidden in the folds
howls to be displayed
wedding white
joined with
basic black
trimmed in
mauve chiffon
sealed with
fragrant peonies
love abounds
forever
until death
we do part
forward thirty-five years
after vows of perfection
the thought of two people
living in perfect harmony
until death
we do part
is, well, absurd
Young Sarah
Among the seasoned helpless
Seeking solace
From the circuitous path
That is a family in addiction
There is no anyong
As she shares
A story too sad not to be true
Most are silent
Eyes cast downward
No advice is offered
No cure is proffered
Only a circled prayer recited
With a hug until we gather again