Blowhole in Head

it falls apart to fuse
stronger,

like smoke binding
ol’ lungs called
cancer,

let’s dance streamers over
graves but just so our
dead can join us
in usherin’

fresh age braids with golden hair,
blew tumor out my head
as whale geysers
to the air.

image: https://www.needpix.com/photo/1539895/whale-whaletail-painting-artistic-painterly-free-publicdomain

image: https://evanlovejoy.tumblr.com/post/170878951626/making-a-big-ol-pixel-space-whale-for-the-game

Free Exchange (A Casual Currency)

for when the dollar is no more? (stay tuned… 😉

it’s time to stand,
i guess,

got a leg?

i’m not beyond the begging,
and i need the peg to
keep on movin’
,

so what ya say? any good
wit’ driftwood and
a blade?

I’ve no cash, man
but it don’t mean
that i can’t
pay.

image:https://wellcomecollection.org/works/y3s682te

image: https://americanliterature.com/author/frank-norris/short-story/a-bargain-with-peg-leg

Street Meat

city streets look
good on you,

but they can’t seem to
place your face,

no, they don’t recall
your given name

but that’s why you
fancy ’em best,

sudden warnings bluster in with
winter and our obscurity
coats these streets in
glassy lacquer,

still, you strive your best
to tread ’em with a
tall stem,

but don’t rest your eyes for
for long, the streets
will steal ’em
.

image: https://www.pressreader.com/usa/international-artist/20190201/282772062760039

image: https://www.wallpaperflare.com/trees-nature-forest-moon-bw-minimal-wallpaper-dark-abstract-wallpaper-erncf

Turn of a Touch

flip your lid,
and turn the flesh away
if you must,
love

just try to do it in a way
that will spare my
bare pride its
blush,

at times we’ve all receded
in disgust to disarming hands
or the thorny harms
of touch,

whatever your coin side,
i’m no judge.

image: https://www.saatchiart.com/paintings/reading-lamp/feature

image: https://kingswoodart.com/artist-item.php?itemId=3336404&title=Turning+Away&artistId=206820&artist=Andre+Desjardins&offset=22

Swingin’ by a Thread

bustlin’ borers claim another tree
while an abandoned tire hole
remains just another hole
held up by lonely’s
thread,

poised on pins for next visit-
a swinger’s flight of fancy
turned commitment
.

old tree can’t compete with
the fresh and lovely,

and won’t compete with
the obsolete and ugly
,

sadly, history’s seen where stress
born of competition often
lands trees like me

stress play instead.

and it’s like i’ve wrapped a ratty
scarf around my neck and
somebody yanked
a thread

unraveling my
head
.

image: https://www.wired.com/2016/02/unravel-unremarkable/

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/105130972525891935/