granite vinyl floor
false wood boxes
mac and cheese coffee tins
purple bran cereal bowls
window facing south
just the five freeway
somewhere on the fridge
the phone buzzes Van
shimmies face to face
with those wild nights
cat food plate just a few
orange crumbs left
of the meal she ate
water boiling rolling steam
tea leaves lemon and green
zen light amongst the top of tree
tail wound around her paws
a few splintered thoughts
snug between my head
two souls listening
as the city birds chirp
for her and me
esta noche
rosewood arm wrapped tight
moon slice robin egg blue black freckles
beyond the shadow of the spider’s web silvery dew hangs
the heart stopped years ago so quiet it is the invisible steps of the spiders weaving up their net amplified in the violet breeze
my glance molded inside the grip of the cup bitter and heavy
life weeps through the slits of my old old eyes
breath too weak to move spider threads evaporate into a darkness

dream a little dream

thank you Kritika @
Undressed Thoughts
https://undressedthoughts.com
for nominating me for the

and so i write as i wait and i wait for that time with each letter each word key formed i discover a new me at times polished most often tarnished but i wait quietly…
bloggers who make me swoon
Ben Naga https://bennaga.wordpress.com
Everyone at http://godoggocafe.com
Stephen at http://fullbeardlit.org
Casey at http://writtencasey.blog
Everyone at http://braveandrecklessblog.com
Nick at http://nickreeves.blog
And everyone who visits me. Much appreciation for sharing and reaching out to me. Xo
bench to Nod
rest slips from
me not today she
said there is still work to be
done internally dive deep and see
sweet surrender colored weak continues to elude you the piece of eternity sliced for you is not yet served

the haiku is unwritten
four in the morning
we sip smokey espressos
Joe Strummer and me
becoming undone

it’s brewing
continuity
questions are stewing angry
we wait part doers motion suspend
muted red March April May rebirth unto death pull us forward bit insane masking new life restless buried ashen run to hide
dreams of Patmos
it starts like any other dream i’ve had since around age 11 with the Black Clergy and the Orthodox Cross of course Ivan the Terrible riding on a school bus horse in the diary for today there is written about John the Revelator who in my opinion had the dream to end all others forever more my phone screamed the LA County Emergency System warning safer at home lock down starts and the tranquil panic ensues can’t sleep the rapist may come blowing trumpets can’t eat boogey men come with sanitizer to wipe out my individuality can’t complain i’m doing great in contrast to so many of my brothers can’t stop thinking is this war Patmos makes me hungry in the soul talking to churches down the hall but we can’t help we are human no i say no no no sweaty panicked girl remember Big Bird and the age of innocence in limbo as the only romantic countries rage with the the horsemen double plus cut on the loose around the neck of Hemingway’s beloved
le dive bar
neon beer signs
fire door mural cop
harassing drunk patron junk filled basement
last heyday in 1950s
cheap luncheon bar feed
John Fante tattoo
don’t eat the nachos
jukebox no one can hear
two whores boxing
wino pissing
across the street
one shoe on the other
hanging from the wire
that brought the city down
they work on instinct
they are all prison taught
he whispered candy ass freaks
tell me to suck their dick
just for walking on their street
chasms blur all out
the kingdom gone
the will be fickle
find the beauty
of the bones
encased in jaundiced laughter
if i lived on Mars
