satellite

 

I am satellite
I am orbit
I am zeal

the enticing mounds
the plush valleys
the luscious rift below

I am salivating anxious
I am directional hypertrophy
I am tremble and ache

then hovering to descend
then descending to peruse
then despondently drifting away

(image from NASA)

the junglings

milky sunshine 

blanketing through

brightwoods and leafythrills

to this side and that

sentient skylings

swooping and circling

downmists and splashups

sparkling the lea

a birdsong weaving

a chippergrin melody

mothsoft and slugslow

the canopy sways

vibrance in the duffmesh

swimsprouts in the riverreeds

casual plentiness featherfair'd

and all the good of these, glowgleaming

(image from comteskyee.deviantart.com)

no remorse

there's no great remorse 

in killing a mosquito 

a humble beetle, perhaps 

or a busy bee, for sure.

tidy up your little sins

for the long haul upward 

or downward perhaps.

better memorize your alibis

(image from istock.com)

these almost goodbyes

look at us

tousled in the wind again

unable to hold onto

anything of solid security

our loving lips parting

to speak of jealousy

and wrong assumptions,

still wet with days-old

passion and exchange

look at this distance

and the short time it takes

to fall back into its trap of

feeling isolated while apart

the mouth of hunger is

unfed and aches to be

satiated

look at these

smooth memories of

hellos and long kisses

and wonder why we 

trip upon these

almost goodbyes again

look at me

and stay with me 

we're almost there

we're almost home

(image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

never'd

we all lined up in boxes,

some of us were scattered 

regardless

the flowers grew

  O how they grew 

and much like us 

before all of this

some were ugly and

some were beautiful 

the weeds invaded with their

devouring crawl, and the

insects took over with their

relentless march 

in decay or ash

we fed the earth

and we fled again 

into the stars 

we knew not of our 

whereabouts

or where we came from

or where we were going 

transients scampering in the

hearty soils, enigmas riddling 

the ever-expanding skies 

unloved

unkept 

undiscovered

as if 

never'd amongst never-beens 

we just wound up in boxes 

or scattered

aquatic chaos

aquarium calm

fishfeed floating

and fluttering down

harmony in twos

like tango or chase

and lips protruding

one spiny presence

three undulating angels

five or six variants in

swirlings and flurries

magnified littleness

in blur-motion low

viscosity

filtered fragile

frenetic

then in a moment

aquatic chaos

and bubbles

lingering effects

some of the storm still lingers,
it always does

I'm not right yet
and neither are you
  but we survived

a little destruction brings
reassessment, rebuilding

testing the strength of our
bond cannot be done
only in perfect weather

  look
  look how strong and
  beautiful it is here
  now that the storm
  has settled

it always settles
it always does

though some of the storm
still lingers

(my photo)

of sweetness

rainsplashed and sunlathered

your wetness and heat

I bathe in you

all essence and fragrance

upon your overs and unders

inside your ins and outs

how fulfilling

of sweetness

  you are

  you are

honeywater delightful

and heavenly scent

  you are

  you are

(image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

through after-rain lavender

how do you protect
a heart that's opening
as it begins to take on
more and more wounds

freefalling from the
bluest sky through
after-rain lavender
into heavy smoke
and fire

newer hells below,
traffic at the intersection,
snarling teeth within
the briar and the thicket

the rose is prettiest
spread wide in full bloom
but closer to its death;
please don't leave me now

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hangover

the day after

sucked backwards down the
abysmal pitch of night

lucidity wanes, lost in a
spiral-smeared foresight

detritus soaked and splattered,
food for thoughts

taking the shape of elegy and
ghost-myth prayer...

there's a circle of stars in the 
forthcoming sky

almost there, almost...

  one day
  when you don't have to
  leave anymore

  say you'll stay

(image from rare-galaxy.com)

bound apparitions

her eyes turned from

love me  to  fuck me

between uneven heartbeats

and the fall of a single drop

of sweat from my forehead 

to hers

there was a pause

there was a transformation

there was an unbecoming

and a becoming

we no longer touched...

we dove into each other

we swam in torrents

we fought against currents

we were under 

and in 

and above

the pleasant drowning

the full-bodied breath into

craving lungs

the floating climax into

sudden weightlessness

her eyes

and mine

were long gone

lost together

in

bound apparitions

(Image from usman119 on steemit.com)

retuning

vibrations shake the core
into dissonance
and trill

a loss of balance and
intonation,
a constant retuning

  who hears the song anyway,
  who really cares to listen

this is not meant for an
audience,
there’s no ear comfort or
structure

and the lyrics are
heartbreaking,
I cannot bear to
sing them out loud

  so I struggle with the
  instrumental
  soothing the sorrow
  by humming along

(image from giannantonionegretti.com)

crossed wires

my wires are crossed.
I wish I could remove them,
lay them down in straight lines
and figure out where they're
supposed to go again

I'm not sleeping much.
heaven is much higher than I
expected it to be,
I don't think I'll ever be able to
reach it,
my goals have changed

I'm adversely inadequate.
a copy, a modification

you can't change
the template,
you can't devalue
the original mold

reach out,
flip the switch
and you will see

(my photo)

least

the day falls in its
preset routine

a slow golden drop
and a fiery burning red
consumes the view

I tried to fall apart in
a peaceful place
but something took the
moment from me

I am not in control,
not even of this

amalgam of thoughts,
they will come some other time

most likely
when I am least prepared

(my photo)

nature and prose

(image from fravery.tumblr.com)

the Philippine Violet
and the Beautyberry,
the Hibiscus the Rose
and the Blue Ginger,
the Bamboo garden
and the Mango tree,
the Palm the Azalea
and the Southern Magnolia

I'm grateful for these
as we stroll the grounds
her hand in mine
her perfect existence,
I'm grateful for the
nature and prose of things,
the freedom and flow of this
inexpressible love

the breeze the lake
the bench and her lips,
the small sounds of closeness,
the voice-fall to whisper,
a kiss... the energy of
half a life without her
and everything I've never known
about happiness rushing in

nature is our witness
our welcoming and our guidance,
prose is our expression
our free release into each other,
an unexpected synergy
an unannounced arrival,
we didn't know it before we met
but love had already found us

(image from fravery.tumblr.com)

elements of unfunctioning

its like the tide that
never
comes back in

the hammer that
consistently
misses the nail

the bus that arrives
but never opens its
door

the wet match,
the bruised fruit,
the broken chair leg.

pieces of the almosts,
the unreliable,
the unfunctioning

the body without pulse,
the stagnant river,
the dull aphrodisiac.

somethings remain
unresolved, incomplete

each step on the ladder
breaks a rung

we get nowhere
or come crashing down

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rough edges

(my photo)

scraping the last

crumb from the plate

and downing the last

inch of coffee

everything else is quiet
and she is still asleep
( I smile in a
  luminous silence )

the sunrise is beautiful...
a fog hovers over the pond
and drifts through the trees

  I wonder why all of this
  has to end

  are we already in the midst
  of our smooth transition
  from vibrancy to decay

  or is this still 
  the beginning

no matter what, the fog will
disappear
and its inevitable that this
sunrise will become noon

she will gather up her dreams
and awaken
and we will love again where
we left off

things will end as they're
supposed to, I suppose

one way or the other
there will be some
rough edges

this path

twisted turns
and the dead ones
crunch beneath my feet

it's hard to find sunlight
through the canopy
and my will is gone

I'm at the mercy
of something venomous
something predatory

but I chose to take this path
so I will fight my way
back out of this mess

(my photo)

journal-21, I need a new shower head

sarcastically speaking, isn't life wonderful. I mean the timing of things sometimes is just absurd. like waking up one day to find out you're positive for covid and then within the same hour the only one you've ever truly loved says it's over. of course this happens on a Monday because like life, sarcastically speaking, aren't Mondays wonderful

I look for small escapes when I need them. like sitting in silence and staring out into the nowhere for a while. or taking a long hot shower, letting the water completely cover my ears, isolating me into a semi-submerged state as I stand there. the sound of the water rushing by mutes everything else. I hear only myself, but I'm not saying much. I'm in a depth, a distance from things, a vacancy

however, the dilemma... my new place has a shower head that disperses the water in streams that are too thin and too far apart to accomplish this. I tilt my head in every direction, but no luck. no small escape is provided

the weather upstairs in the heart of turmoil is fiercely hellish with the occasional gust from the polar mouth of winter. I feel frozen in place while burning up. I feel a virus is active. covid or love, I'm not really sure which. one of them I will surely recover from. the other, I'm hoping, will just completely take me down