Milkshake

 

I bring my own gifts to the table,
A single entity defined by unwritten rules
nobody cared to explain.

 

28.02.2020

Soul Food

You buy me books.
You don't always know this until after the fact
the traces of my purchases
internet footsteps,
fingerprints visible on your credit card bill.


You give me words,
words are a food source I need to survive,
the lingering afterglow
of alphabetic sampling
collated forever within my memory.


You hear my stories
you sometimes tune them out because ...repetition
my creative tales
a lingering kiss
whispered eternally into your ears.


You buy me books
You don't always know this until after the fact
allowing me worlds
into which I escape
From the sadness which followed me home.


29.12.2018

Just the Facts...

When the counterfactual

is the actual.

The people die,

as the leaders lie.

when the news is fake,

or on the take,

the world burns,

while the planet turns.

As the death toll rises,

there are no surprises.

When the counterfactual

is the actual.

03.05.2020

This poem was inspired by this tweet....
https://twitter.com/mc_hankins/status/1256913132439703553

Love Virus

We inspire to be more

than the sum of our bones

drifting in time

Einstein's quagmire

sucking us in

stretching us thin

worn hard by the unexpected

yet at the mouth of this singular

singularity

is light

which is bright

every shifting

Giving hope

even as we dance on this edge

aching with the loss

of those fallen before.

Still...

their

brilliance lingers,

their laughter echoes

ripples in the cosmic puddle

because energy knows no end

it just changes shape

with everything it touches

and it touches everything.

03.05.2020