Suspicion

My mother said: “You can’t go to the fair because there are undesirable people there”.

Little did she know just how many undesirable people a precocious, small, curly-white haired, pretty, little girl could encounter before the age of seven. Or, perhaps she did.

I have never been suspicious,

Because I have always been cautious:

Caution;

But I call it intelligence.

And I avoid situations in which

Intelligence doesn’t seem to count.

I avoid a lot of frustration that way.

No one sees me as suspicious.

I am seen as nice, obscure, intelligent,

In an over there – what is she writing

About -  kind of way,

I am both.

­Poetic Aside on Suspicion:

As a poetic aside - in general;

Regarding citizens of America:

Many now see suspicion as being wholly justified,

And something we need to keep perpetually

In our repertoire of democratic defenses.

(Just to keep one step ahead of the politicians obliterating

The foundations of the social contract).

Not just suspicion but outright rage seems justified -

From ignoring the last thirty years of corporations, politicians,

Siphoning off percentages of every previously hard-earned,

Ethical choice and  benefit that was mistakenly,

Then – that’s right America -

Taken for granted – (working too hard, if you are busy you won’t notice).

So see, you can’t do that.

Caution is a constant searchlight, like the eyes of Ralph Nader,

Roving over the ocean of corruption, greed and bad habits of human beings.

So stalwart is the word; don’t turn off the searchlight,

-And remember the lighthouse.

Too Late

Some people tell you it is too late

For something.

Well, just don’t listen.

It’s never too late.

It might not have been

For you.

If some arbitrary deadline has passed

Just try something new,

Forget what has passed,

You will probably come up

With something better for yourself.

Too Late 2

Once I woke up my brother

And told him -

I would see him on Sunday.

But he never came home.

And it was too late,

Because he was forced to

Leave the earth,.

And couldn’t say goodbye.

Reveal

 

When a painting grows

Out of the surface by

Layers of paint and thought,

It reveals more than

Its physicality and

Stands between the

Artist and the viewer,

As a statement of belief

In the fact of beauty.

Exchange/Alchemy

She held in her hand -

A golden emblem of desire.

Her warm fingers encased this

Form in its own glowing softness,

And the essence that came

From different elements combined -

Sank deeply into her skin.

And this exchange

Made her heart fluid

And transparent

Like water.

Reveal

When a painting grows

Out of the surface by

Layers of paint and thought,

It reveals more than

Its physicality and

Stands between the

Artist and the viewer,

As a statement of belief

In the fact of beauty.

Velocities

This velocity could be criminal.

How the notion condenses from

Almostanidea to full blown action.

How it bursts through - 

All objections and mental tie-downs.

And continues to sneak through in

A moledular, biological manner,

To its goal of complete control.

Love Poems

Love Poem

I was going to write you a love poem,

But I thought better of it,

And spent the time writing about -

The difference between dawn and day.

I was considering writing you a love poem,

But I wanted to paint a new color,

That was not blue or green,

But had the inference of violet.

I was going to write you a love poem,

But my friend, Maria, came by for a coffee

And we left before I had time to develop,

Any sense of what that feeling might entail. 

Love Poem 2

Because I am who I am -

I have loved you from a distance

As much as if we were together

Today.

Like fish in a great water,

Traveling together and through

The blue, stary cosmos of time,

I see who you are and know,

You are physically, far away -

But for me, you are here.

In memoryless spirit and heart

Having affected me,

Forever.

Dangerous

She knew it was forbidden.

She knew it drew her inexorable forward -

She tried several ways to stop herself.

She wanted to stop.

She needed to stop.

But she couldn’t help herself –

Her steps moved forward.

Now, at this moment -

What she thought was the last fence,

Between her and complete seduction,

Was leaning to the right, then to the left,

In the wind of this dramatic hurricane,

That was her desire. 

Kind

There is no need to be unkind.

It spells out the unkind persons

Proclivity for narcissism

But we are unkind.

So reel it in and get a mirror,

To view your mistaken self -

And make a change.

And be happier.

Excess

Defines our times.

There is no need to list

The myriads of inclinations

That move to addiction

In our culture.

It is a large, ugly meteor

Sitting tenuously on a mountain

Ready to roll over all of us.

Friend

I wander from room to room

And field to pond.

When the wind whips up,

I park myself near the house.

Fragrances hit me like a train,

And overwhelm my senses,

Driving me towards desperation.

When you talk to me, I listen.

I kindly acknowledge your desires.

You brush my back.

And there are things I like about you.

But instinct rules my nature,

And if the pack came today,

With little reluctance…I would go.

Water or Water

There is little choice,

In the case of water.

It runs downhill,

And hides underground,

In rivers and wells,

Where we seek it,

For life.

We count its parts,

And wonder why -

There is too much copper

Or lead -

But in the end,

For us,

It is water or water.

Tenuous

His references were historical philosophy,

So he was at a deficit to begin with.

He looked at me regarding death,

I told him -

That was something with which

He did have to be concerned.

He looked at me wonderingly -

As if I had appeared suddenly,

From another country.

When The Light Came

When I found my murdered, beautiful brother,

On the steel cart in the Los Angeles morgue,

I saw the ball of light,

That came to me from him,

And entered my chest,

And all the anxiety I felt,

Disintegrated like magic -

In a fairy tale of an ironic dream. 

Entropy

S=KlogW=Entropy

We proceed from order to disorder,

Daily.

The paper unravels before our eyes,

The kitchen makes its transition,

The plants on the balcony,

Grow beyond their containers,

And reach for forever -

Before they are trimmed,

And asked to maintain decorum,

In our search for control.