Orian and his Belt

Don’t explain to me
You fool that
You found the
Stars in
The night sky
Their spots of light
Even when moons
Are full, and friends
Eyes are Fireflies
 
Don’t explain to me
What they do
In simple terms
Like astronomy and I
Haven’t taken off
Orian’s belt so many
Lonely nights
For so many dark decades
And no one knows but you

Just Keep Living

 

Coin

Proof

Love, I'll need proof, to me it's kind of like Aliens and UFOS people say it’s out there, but I haven’t seen it.

Ha Ha Oh, pay no mind to me...

 

I don't know

 "We had the first run-through on this stage, and I felt so good. I ran upstairs to the dressing room, and my first thought was, 'I've got to call Rob'... I don't know if I want that to keep happening or I do want it to keep happening." -Billy Crystal on the Death of Rob Reiner People Magazine

Ingenuity

Genius
Pierced a hole
In my heart
 
Ingénue
Filled the void
With golden jewels
 
Humors
Replaced pain with
The need to pain
 
Genuine
Stoned comforted
Distraction until
 
Curiosity
Asked why stop
At ingenuity?

Day Off

 

Kitten

 

Kittens with Milk

Perhaps as a
Little lady
I found compassion
With the kittens
 
On the farm- like
Baby Jesus, warmed
In the manger
By blankets of straw
 
Perhaps I found
Pearls of beaded
Cows milk on
Kittens’ whiskers
 
Unpasteurized like
My Grandmother and
I am her age, now
With softer skin
 
Her dried hands
Fed the kittens
With milk, poured into
Margarine containers-
 
Containers collected
In the memory of
Depression.
Waste not want not
 
I had the depression
And no one understood
So, I sat on a bales of straw
Counting kittens
 
I left the farm
To a place of
Higher learning
To play Shakespeare
 

Wasted and unwanted
My life sealed andLabeled: 
I can’t believe
It’s not married.
 
Later, I took kittens
To my grandmother
Beneath my over coat
A photo in my pocket
 
You like cats
Like I do, she said
Instead of; what no
Great grand children
 
Perhaps, as her ashes
Were tossed into the sky
Caught by the hand
Of adult Jesus
 
I found nourishment
In the emptiness of
Her hand denied to me
As she fed kittens with milk.

Nope

And what is your favorite colour

Nope, she answers; Nope.

 

She lives differently

And doesn’t answer to

 

You to your silliness

Boundaries up

 

We teach our children to respect no

To say no, and she begins

 

Nope: to questions like

Favorite colour

 

What do you want to be

When you grow up

 

Nope

And I accept