connecting to infinity….
possibilities, outcomes
floating weightlessly
irridescent, intangible
mapped in stars
touching down
as pixie dust
and flirts of angel hair
choices to the right
paths to the left
someone has stolen the fork
in the road
moon cast wrinkles
characters “˜cross the lawn
where oh where
has my little mind gone
garrulous cotton candy clouds
griping frenzy
whisps of knowledge
ancestral crones
weeping, moaning heart in tears
annoint myself in
dandelion down
roll my head
in passing nimbus
connecting to infinity
again and again and again and again……..
connecting to infinity….
possibilities, outcomes
floating weightlessly
irridescent, intangible
mapped in stars
touching down
as pixie dust
and flirts of angel hair
choices to the right
paths to the left
someone has stolen the fork
in the road
moon cast wrinkles
characters “˜cross the lawn
where oh where
has my little mind gone
garrulous cotton candy clouds
griping frenzy
whisps of knowledge
ancestral crones
weeping, moaning heart in tears
annoint myself in
dandelion down
roll my head
in passing nimbus
connecting to infinity
again and again and again and again……..
Posted on January 6, 2005
the wild poetman of acadia
poetry for breakfast
cannot hear other lies
size twelve work boots
striding, striding
blackening pages
mosquito blood inscriptions
forest, flames and gases
tasting wild with ease
scoping, scoping, scoping
scanning forest leaves
secret mosses swathing
a primal breakfast core.
***
Funeral
somber, muted, hushed
soft sobbing the music
hellos and sadness
family to the left
bikers to the right
children screaming silently
crushed by the shere weight of the crime
a man who left too early
signing a name
leaving a mark
i was here
you weren’t
well
they’re not taking me fuckin alive
i go kicking and screaming
clawing at life
inhaling beauty
grasping armfuls of love
clasping it to my breast
howling in agony
for any opportunity missed
material, burned and scorched
by my breath
my words dangling from clouds
riding the thermals on hawk wings
no tombstone –
memories
remarks
deeds done
laughter passed
love given
arms not somberly folded
but spread wide as the smile not erased
for every moment stolen
mark These words on my life
she lived
she lived
till the last goddamned second
she infinitely lives.
Suicide
if you had to go
i understand
you hurt, i heal
questions eat my heart
coffins hold no soul
moon slivered in a cold summer sky
stars shimmer and have you now
peacefulness your song
i, empty sky
were you trying to live someone elses life
dream others’ dreams
eat too much of the good life
all around you propaganda
filling your ears with pus and gore
family, obligations
these were blessings
not a sign to die
someone has to eat the shit
and spit out flowers
stop the stones from the glass houses
why me.
You never crossed the emotional line
We were such good friends
You called
I answered the phone
You told me on Christ’s birthday
You were leaving
I closed my ears and couldn’t hear you
You never called again
I have an answering machine
Clean, clinical, messages
You’re never there.
***
Chasing the Dream
by Marilyn McIntyre
time floating downstream
in an ancient bottle
plugged with different futures
I dash excitedly
up and down the bank
like a well trained Lassie
barking excitedly
and then wade in to stop time
the eddy pried it away
running on rapidly
burbling with life
and plunging round the bend
i wonder what the
message might have been
don’t chase me down
I’m here, I’m gone
and life is but a dream.
***