POEM: “Intoxication”

image of fallen drunk showered by gold

Intoxication

My broken brain

lets memory fall through

the cracks, the fissures

of forgetfulness, crowded out

by newly made imaginings

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Drunk on ink

I love to lose control

all sense of time 

and composure

to the images, 

the voices calling out to me

the words I’ve yet 

to press into each page

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POEM: “A Short Series of Haikus Falling Like Autumn Leaves through Fading Sun”

A Short Series of 

Haikus Falling Like Autumn 

Leaves through Fading Sun

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Not the burning bush but

a flaming tree ignited

by God’s dying breath

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Golden leaves outstretched

to capture sunlight within

this darkened tunnel

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Trio of vultures

survey sunken waters from

their damned concrete perch

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Deer peer from wooded

shadows, play hide and seek with

sleek metal killers

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Bromfield’s ghost haunts

Malabar Farm’s gift shop from

within printed pulps

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A roadside market

beckens with the promise

of great hanging gourds

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The cliff’s deep beauty,

once its origin is known,

falls like a sharp drop

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Daytime’s pattern strobes

across my retinas as

the highway unfolds

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A wooly welcome

waits on our concrete driveway

worming its path home

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Rhythmic heat beneath

cool sheets steam windows viewing 

the summer’s last gasp

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The above string of haikus was inspired by a family daytrip to Mohican State Park, with a series of stops along the way.

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*image courtesy of publicdomainpictures.net via Creative Commons Licensing.

POEM: “Diana Prince for President”

Photo by Roy Reyna on Pexels.com

Diana Prince for President

No Blue No Matter Who

but someone brave and true

an Independent candidate

her only mandate:

to heal the world.

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Instead of quick fixes, cures

Instead of ignorance,truth

Instead of violence, peace

Instead of hatred, love

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No need of accoutrements:

lasso, bracelet, or tiara.

Her character’s unimpeachable.

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Steve Trevor could be her VP.