Bees

like weeds
we grow together
the magical garden
food
here’s a peak
good amounts of sunshine
everything
needed to know

this is our home
next to the highway
driven past daily
look no further
outside your window
take the driveway then
off with the shoes
and walk

you me and flowers
attracting bees

Goddess

born Amish
imagine that
hand picked
by the big guy
carry the mission
buggy and horse

born polish
let’s make some sausage
buy some intestines
filled with ground stuff
so tasty
imagine that

born Irish
the wall crucifixion
saints in every room
chasing the savior
reality in glasses
so simple so pure

Still life with pea pods

join the family
rough and gritty
locked into happy
Exclusive

serenity travels
passenger seat dreams
rolls down the window
with a button

turns the radio on

musicians
good will wardrobes
needed
a job to love
cooks up some
art

The kids

it rained
then it stopped
then it rained
then it poured
mystic sunshine
a sage
or a prophet
a woman with a shovel

harmony in the garden
silence in the courtroom
a holiday then
the circus came

unelectable god
role annoited
needs to work
who needs lies and promises
not the dogs cats
or children

Us

surrounded by learning
and opportunity
life on a crazy
planet
look around
unnurished in time

the bread was beautiful
success elevated tradgic
constant joy waiting
done before worse
and better

do it once
do it right
no need to return
always sometimes

I am a ghost
standing
right here kneeling
in front of
us

Rehearsal

why hesitate
everything you say
is lunacy
and rehearsed

Horse with a name

every night a mare
horse shoes at the window
going outside now
to gallop away

Smile

came from a prominent family
of sea urchins
one at a time
they would disappear

some
bought an island
while others
worked the boardwalk
in wildwood

it was season
it was crowded it was loathsome
it was magic frowns and smiles

shaped by multiple encounters
with tourists
the ocean was a postcard

said
miss you and
wish you were here

Phantasmagorical

15 years later
consistency means
missing you

your voice appears
let’s sing happy birthday
to you

Round and round one day

She had many names
different identities for
different situations
a cab driver
driving me round and round

was not a victim
only acting in a scheme
achieving the necessary
spy thriller

watered animals
for a living
made her way traveling
bar to bar
take notes for poems
she would later write
some day

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