20210630.0430

The news has come again
Friends are moving on along their ways
Seeking new adventures and delights
But this time
I am not among those left behind
Moving myself
And I am not sure how I feel
Having been the stolid center for so long
A mossy stone now set to roll
At least a little

20210629.0430

Twin woodpeckers seeking out
The tasty grubs within the trees
Hammering away at the pulpy source
Hoping to find something juicy
Sweet
Nourishing within
And somehow avoiding whiplash on the way

20210628.0430

Five scores of scores
And half again more
The paces trod herein
With some steps broad
While others nod
Only now does work begin

20210627.0430

No matter how much I drink
It is never enough
The dark liquid soap had from coarse remains
Never seems to wash away the signs
Stains upon the face gotten from
Looking too long at what I ought not
Perhaps
To have seen

20210626.0430

Flitting little things
Marked in black tracing patterns
Repeated again and again with variation
Pregnant from the fertilization by
Some strange cylinder
Tracing out in lingering fluid
What it wants to say
They flutter away as soon as seen
Alighting on the leaves
Swiftly forgotten

20210625.0430

You have let half the year go by
And have not bet begun to buy
The gifts by which you think you will find love
From friends and family alike
And now that you've been reminded that
The holidays approach and
You have to buy things for them
I wonder if you wonder if
They really love you
Because you are not sure you really love them
Are you?

20210624.0430

Running as quickly as I can but
Not gaining any ground, I
Pant and heave and go less and less
Quickly with every step
Taking just a little longer than
The last as the
Distance lengthens in front of me

20210623.0430

Not Claudius about his business
Stained with the second sin
Still I stand in pause
Where I shall first begin
And it is far more than both
I neglect

20210622.0430

Again embarking on a quest
To see if I can pass a test
Undertaken at behest
Of nobody but me
I wonder if I will succeed
When I have not yet learned to heed
The long-heard statement of the need
To let myself be free

20210621.0430

Do you do you
The same when you read
As when you fuck
And if you do not
Do you really think
The writer does the writer's self
The same
When the pen is in hand as
When a dick is
And if you do
Do you satisfy as much as you are satisfied
And how swiftly do you sleep
Face falling between the open pages?

20210620.0430

As Aestas dances in today
She dances ever as she may
And I celebrate as I am celebrated
The one these many years
The other fewer now
And for long
I hope

20210619.0430

We gather soon to lay to rest
One whom many would say blessed
And I go at the behest
Of those whom I well love
But that small grief amid the day
Does not much in me belay
Knowledge of the holiday
That was too long in coming.

20210618.0430

Having sat idle long
I stretch to regain my old strength
Stamina and flexibility
But sitting still has rusted joints
That formerly moved freely
And the piston that pushed so proudly
Seems to have leaked

20210617.0430

Jiggling fluid sac
Trapped between the fleshy layers
And the dead
Poked and prodded
But not popped
Yet

20210616.0430

Seated once again in
My accustomed place
I know I will soon
Stand and move
And not return
Fate going ever as it must

20210615.0430

Once again in the hot seat
Sweating it as Aestas approaches
And she is not the only dancer
Showing more and wearing less
As the languid summer comes
Though it is she who will grind most
And others wear down

20210614.0430

How little time upon return
Do older ways take to return
Though we may for other practice yearn
It's no new flame in which we burn
And we are left to smolder

20210613.0430

I am returned from time away

And soon I will have more to say

But for now I must delay

20210612.0430

The long road beckons again
And I will answer its call
Trending after the solar course
Though far slower than the Helian procession
And somehow still less stately

20210611.0430

Facing once again the red wooden rod
I make to cross the Father of Waters
Hoping to be spared his wrath
A more vengeful god than those they pray to
Dwelling beside Lupe's home
The virgin stream

20210610.0430

Where shining sits that jewel
Between the softly rolling hills
That seem to want mounting
There would I plant my seed
And if no fruit would spring therefrom
Still would the sowing be to my delight

20210609.0430

Standing where I
Am part of the very ground
And have left a mark
Others have read
I was eased and
For a moment
The world made sense

20210608.0430

The words are eggs
Laid and harvested
Beaten and scrambled and cooked until
They look nothing like the layer thought they would
And they do not seem so fluffy
Speared upon fork
Shoveled into mouth

20210607.0430

The summer light streams in
Throwing shadows away as it enters
Earlier than perhaps it ought
But I press on towards its home
Ready to break in there as it broke into mine

20210606.0430

There's really not a lot to say
About the meaning of the day
That many went into the fray
And forty years have gone away
Since my parents said "I do"
And have not said "I don't"

20210605.0430

Once again
She begged for me to
Go in
Insert myself into the
Feminine space
She already occupies
A place where I fit poorly
But I know well enough to keep my quiet
My calm
And she has yet to learn such skills

20210604.0430

In wrinkled citrus yet does it appear,
The Stupid God, and many, eager, hear
Its lesser avatars in this late year
Who strut and boast and bellow, squealing sows
Or clucking hens or farting, lowing cows,
And as each, done performing, takes their bows
And stoops to scoop up roses cast on stage,
Floral offerings of glad outrage
That they give who think themselves encaged
Because the heirs of those who once wore chains
Who felt the cracking whip and suffered pains
Therefrom no longer sing the old refrains
But sing instead the songs of its despite--
They struggle, dragging all away from right.

20210603.0430

The shining sun slides westward, dropping
And night falls heavy in its wake
And soon the place where my head rested
These many years I will forsake

20210602.0430

Sitting again in the canopied throne
Looking out over the goings and comings
Blooms borne back and forth
As Aestas dances in visiting Ostara
Teasing the show she will put on
Now that the silver curtains have been drawn back

20210601.0430

Now that May has gone away
She starts to croon, the sultry June
Where wetter April played before--
And still might she show us more!