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Dancing
On the ceiling
Two-stepping
Waltzing
Gliding to music
Unplayed, unheard
Songs of fervor
Notes dangling
From the chandelier
—–
From the chandelier
Notes dangling
Songs of fervor
Unplayed, unheard
Gliding to music
Waltzing
Two-stepping
On the ceiling
Dancing
clarinet sounds blue
and violin plays purple
piano yellow
we planted by the
light of the moon
guided by the pearly translucence
when the astronomical signs
say earth is most fertile
and results premium
ignoring the whirligig doublespeak
of scientific gurus
She pedaled until her shoes bled red
Riding away from nothing
In particular
Riding toward something
Yet unknown
She peddled until the wheels fell off
Riding away from
The familiar
Riding toward
A stranger
She pedaled until her brakes locked up
And she was thrown
headlong
Into the here and now
it was a treat that
bag of chips to
be savored
eaten over days shared
with friends but
once i heard the crinkling
paper and the tear
of the foil vessel that held
those crunchy chips once
i felt the whisper of air
as it escaped that bag
of chips
once i smelled the
potatoy saltiness of
that bag of chips
once the first chip passed
my lips i knew and
when my greasy fingers
scrapped the bottom of
that empty bag
i made a familiar treaty
with some unknow being –
never again
Men are not from Mars
They are from
Across the street
Across town
Acoss the country
Across the pond
We find them in unexpected places
A coffee shop
A school
A factory
A train
A plane
We wed them
Befriend them
Send them packing
Hold them close
They break our hearts and
We break theirs
I called but you didn’t answer
I spoke messages but you never replied
I talked to your closest friends
I checked in with bodies you hung out with
I consulted a directory and found out you
Are no longer listed
Where are you hiding
Pluto,
I still love you
caterpillar lies
beneath pussy willow leaves
secret hiding place
lusciuos,red and ripe
waiting to be picked, plucked, bought
by handsome stranger
lying on emarald bed
watermelon seduction
She had secret, unbidden musings
Musings uttered only in the lines of a poem
A poem full of razor speak and gossip
Gossip that alarms like lightening strikes in a storm
A storm that bathes sour, thirsty words, softening them
Forming them anew like bronze in a sculptor’s hands
Into burnished intonations of love
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