Thru Chocolate Eyes

floppy palm fronds
drawn blinds against summer sun
too distant beach

Please do not ask my thoughts on politics.
I really do not want to start a fight.
It’s the same about religious mystics.

We’ll only argue and try to be right.
It is not the best relaxed talk with a friend.
This isn’t the time to show me the light.

It would not matter who’d win in the end.
Let’s just not say things we’ll have to amend.

Each
time
my landings
are too rough,
I remember you.
You are somewhere giving me strength.

I wear this tie knotted
like a noose, limp around my neck
under my hundred percent worsted wool
navy blue straight jacket
and over starched collar.

So you will know how business tastes-
through a smile of pearl veneers.
Secret handshakes with the passing
of business cards; raised lettering.
Bumps graze your fingertips
to inform you that I’m special.

I do it all for my family;
telling them I am late again for dinner,
or pounding away on my laptop late at night.
Hand the baby over to take a call
while we are checking out the zebras
lost in the crowd at the zoo.

And I missed my daughter’s recital tonight.
Her tears fall like raindrops
on the smooth, light pink leather toes
she still clutches likes evidence of my crime.
She pulls them closely to the ruffle plaid nightgown.
Staring at the intersecting lines
of superimposed boxes
makes me feel like hyperventilating.

So I loosen the Windsor knot,
just before leaning over to kiss
her forehead under shiny brown bangs.
And comfort her. Say that it is just a bad time right now.
Things will be better next month. I promise.

I got wings;
with feet on my board.
Man! Freedom.
Catching air-
here shredding on the half pipe.
Like life; jumps and loops.

web
misty
dew drops cling
to hair as you
pass

I finally caught a grasshopper,
set him snugly in my jar to keep.
But ever since the night I caught him,
all he ever seems to do is sleep.

silt rose slowly-
corrosive layers sequencing;
broken holy

It was the wrong way
down a one way
and then
|c|
/r\
\a\
/s/
\h/

N O W there are no one ways anymore.

Eye m hear 2 pic U^P the peace is.
Their R no coald faces @ the trayns Eye no.
No train stay shuns C U calling Sinsin@E
but the streets…….

N O -W A Y- O U T

And the River Man came up to see me.
He walked clear across the cut in the hill
and the Brent Spence;
crossed that bridge with a pack of cigarettes
and a good poker hand, just for me.
But I don’t want my coffin yet.

Eye stair owt the win doe to Good Man Street.
Won door wear will the nurse bring (me)
Sea my buds w a l k too class. Go guys go.
Catch sum sho @ the Frog 4 me. Know worries.
Eye ull b OK.

It was a stroll I took myself for,
I hoped for a little fresh air -

I couldn’t stand that
hospital bed anymore.
But the wheelchair wheels just stuck.
it was the wrong way
down a one way and
|c|
/r\
\a\
/s/
\h/

Red hooded
enter the gate, wooded
with golden key for the vault in hands

Though the cloak covers intent, confusion expands;
now your mission’s awry from protection’s demands
so the blind can’t distinguish aide.

Take care to walk in shade,
with no blade.