Seedin’ the Feeders

trees are bleeding…

i’ll venerate all that can’t be
explained away until i no longer
seek confirmation through
life’s more palpable
incarnations,

won’t pretend i need
any other thing for cords and
lungs to blare off-key
as i wish
,

i’ll whip-up dishes and serve ’em
to fellow bird bathers,
sick of seed, seekin’ something
raw to peck
.

but don’t go and strain
those bendy straw
necks-

for grubs, ain’t
worth it.
.

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image: https://paintingsofsusannakatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/acylic-art-painting-of-robins-and-nest.html

Voluntary Exile

so long, city…

a ginger-ale rebranded beer
to entice further blind
purchase,

exerts a white knuckle control
to deny the breadth of
his own fears,

don’t flinch, just close
the curtains on this
outdated circus,

and take to the countryside
for someplace less
grim to hide,

away from these hills
n’ their hidden
eyes.

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Shame’s Station

i’m a feeling with
no name,

and plenty are these
cones o’ shame,

still blame my station for a
homeward train still
never came,

blamed it on a misprint
inked to crumpled
schedule,

and maybe its blue
just soaked
thru

i’ll wait out the
chilly of this season
just to get me
home, on
you.

image: https://workandworkingblog.wordpress.com/2019/02/25/lonely-girl-in-train-station/

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Just Cruisin’ Thru

it’s high tide for some
under cover
trouble

beneath the surface
only membrane between us,
a soap scum
bubble,

dope opera star still holds his
stage, but soul’s been
drawing in the
curtains,

gospel tune’s a spinnin’
on replay, top down,
i cruise through the
quiet parts of
town-

n’ let my headlights
do the flirtin’
.

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Seein’ Reds

when blade’s not being waved
or weaponized it’s the tool designed
to peel dead layers from
my eyes,

i’m the tool chiseled in
flawed design, ever making nice
with lobby’s shortest
exit line,

but movie’s just begun
and i vowed to stay,
at least until
i sprout a
spine,

and elbow my way
thru popcorn n’
soda line,

in a bum’s rush
to next lit-up
exit sign.

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Mello’s Diner

no longer…

a truck stop special
served up good
as greasy
,

as 3am creeps around
the gals from quiet corner
pour into booth
beside me
,

during slower times ’cause
my island eyes hint
a deep need for
company,

no tricks, no tempt of treats
just a heavy helping
of raw speak,

bless the queens
that ran these
streets.

I used to write the nights away in a downtown 24 hour diner. The sex workers best knowing those corners would often join me for quite the inspired and exasperated chat sessions in my corner booth. This is written in tribute to their wisdom, strength and humour.

image: https://www.invisiblethemepark.com/2017/07/sex-worker-vs-prostitute/

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Tactical Applications

can’t peel my eyes off
you tho to be fair
i’ve never
tried,

it’s ok, you like your fashion
fixtures brushed over
surface n’ press
on anyway,

like prettied nail
calcified over
the finger
point

a crusty lash above the
floodgates, cries now more
over love than she
ever hurt for
hate,

still, wouldn’t swap all
that’s smudged so streaky for
flawless stroke applied
to model face.

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and rabbits will run

for every sinner,
his own sun,

and i’m half-past late for
dinner ’cause i lost track of
time for sake of
more fun

begin, then end just to
begin again, til
mercy pulls
the plug,

or sweeps feet out
from above
the rug,

once thought affection was just
something grown-ups hid
in their closets,

away from kids
so needy for
love.

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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.

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