Never alone

I had my '04 Forester serviced Friday  oil change. They were renovating the dealership, so I went to the Firefly Cafe in Kernstown - lovely place.

Waiting for Suby,

sitting in Firefly,

lunch crowd thinning,

passing the time,

lonely forms

at lonely tables,

listening to the top 40…

haven't since…..

Savoring a cappuccino,

waiting for Suby's

therapist to call

(getting fluids renewed),

passing the time,

could be home,

passing the time,

a lone form

in a lone chair,

though never alone.

These molecules

which touch me,

which I touch today

once kissed an Asian wet nurse,

a Capuchin friar,

a Cistercian nun,

Buddha's ass,

a monkey's filthy paw.

I am Jesus.

You are, too.

I am contrived of atoms

that once formed the shit

of dinosaurs,

of spermatozoa swimming vaginal canals

dying before reaching a goal only God knew existed.

Constant transformation,

eternal flux is this world,

mutating,

transmogrifying,

morphing continually

into a future only God

can dream of.

All is as it should be.
Oh, please,
Fuck ethics.

Day 30

'Tis Autumn

Trailing vines of

yellow-orange orbs,

a field of future jack-o-lanterns

and pumpkin pies,

spiced just right

to tempt the nostril

and please the tongue.

'Tis Autumn,

the Fall of the year,

harvest time,

canning time,

apple butter

and corn teepees,

cool turning cold,

frosted vines,

piles of tree hair

blown about by crisp winds.

'Tis Autumn,

Nature's time to rest.

And we should do the same!

Day 29

Signs

Scurries the auburn,

many-footed furball

seeking a safe nest,

lest winter's angry breath

crushes its life,

sucking out its portion of chi.

Humans wrap and cover,

animals hibernate,

insects hide in places unseen,

'til Spring's longer rays

wake them,

warm them into

a newer season of Life.

Cooler breezes,

duller greens,

brighter hues of

fire and sun,

showering leaves of gold

and loamy browns

whisper to all:

"Make ready your rest,

guard your slumber,

and may it be a gentle night."

Day 28

New Shoes

Late September morn,
More like August haze
Clear sky and pulsing star
Beating heat upon my brow.
A good walk, 
A soothing pedi,
Waiting for Suby's new shoes.

Day 27

Be Watchful

What a wonderful world!

Full of beauty and inspiration

in art, science, music,

rife with invention.

Yet the biggest egos

yell the loudest

causing the rifts

and cultural shifts,

shock the heart

and numb the mind,

staining the day

with splatters of gray.

What will come?

What will come?

The games they play

for egos sated,

drag the rest of us

into the fray, weighted

with fright.

Lost lives,

wonders never invented,

poems never written,

songs never heard,

culture is smitten

with stupid hate games.

What will come?

What will come?

Be attentive, my friend.
Be attentive!

Day 26

Renewal

Slowly creeping dark,

deepening the night

as chi of plant and vine

conserves and regresses,

leafing the mount

with rainbow hues

that whisper "Rest," and warn us

of our own need to retreat

and recoup from the

summer's jaunts.

One day a week,

one season a year

given time to reflect,

to refuel, to replenish,

to reinvent oneself

and step forward

renewed, revived,

refreshed, improved,

to venture madly into

a new Moon's Day

or another Spring.

Day 25

Boys Will Be Boys

Is it time to revisit

the drills of my childhood?

--Siron --Alert!

Get under the desk!

A lot THAT will do

to protect my neck!

You boys need to stop

your stupid antics.

You are angry children,

unloved, ego-driven,

bullying the world around you

with childish names

and fearful games.

Neither of you are worthy

of the leadership you've assumed.

How did that happen, anyway?

Who gave them such power?

Well, you did, folks. You did.

Some would say,

"Boys will be boys!"

But that just allows

the bullying to continue

trashing with so much

empty noise.

You both need a 

smack in the head!

So rise up and relieve them,

put them in a corner,

and find wise,

compassionate leaders

who are not angry children,

but adults who know

how to imbue the Common Life

with the Tao of Peace.

Day 24

Planet X

Aligned stars and planets

today foretell a foreboding,

as most signs must.

But should it hold

any truth,

what more could we do

than pull up a chair,

pour a glass of spiced wine,

light a fresh joint

and enjoy the show?

Mazel Tov.

Day 23

Happy Fall!

Driving down the lane,

the scene begins to change,

each day anew,

colors changing hue.

The greens a bit duller,

but yellows bright,

reds burning,

and bright orange lights.

Fewer leaves,

and more sky

trees shower their golden leaves

as I drive by.

Tis Autumn, the season when fall

the trees' lungs and tongues,

a season to attest

to the coming of winter's rest.

Good rest, my brethren,

may the chill not destroy

but revive your hearts,

so that, come Spring

you will employ
a new season with joy.

Day 22

On the March

On the march,

stinkbugs and spiders

seeking the warmth

of home and hearth.

But, one by one,

I enforce their eviction,

a few less surprises

when Spring arises.

What a wonderful world.

Day 21

Fairness

As the air cools,

and short become the days,

as the colors of nature change,

and fly away the jays,

We harvest all the fruit

and store them for the cold

days of winter coming,

as in seasons have of old.

Be thankful for the pantry,

able to feed and nourish

heart and soul thru winter,

so we would not perish.

And pray for those without,

and help the millions starving

when we trash out-of-dates

and find our choices alarming.

Fairness is an illusion,

Life's joys sporadic,

maybe it's better not to know.

Just pass the haddock……

please.

Day 20

Portents

Pent up with words

I penned a poem

pressing the possibility

of prognosticated dreams.

Not pleasing to all,

these premonitions

of demise.

Not placating,

not petting the mind, as

"There, there, my pet."

Portents pernicious,

testing my patience,

pirating my peace.

Yet, I put it all aside,

preparing the path

to perform and pace

through another perfect day.

Day 19

Fringes

On the fringes of mind

buzz prophecies once told,

a virgin in the sky giving birth,

Jupiter moving out of Virgo?

Then a new body,

but old, passing across the sun,

disrupting those lifeless rocks

like a game of marbles,

sending a shower of fire.

Could be?

Could be.

9.23.2017 - The beginning.

Day 18