Random Thoughts

Perspective


I was here

You there.

Remember, you said
You'll tell me what was 

I keep stepping back.


It was not so long ago I wanted you to know
Everything that I saw, lived, loved, feared, faced and cared about
It took a million words , more, filling pages and pages
With hopes and dreams smoke, heart, a babbling brook
of infantile
Spewing all over a time when my wounds
Were bleeding and raw
Pain circled like those damn crows


Well it doesn't matter
Now.



Deal With It

I honestly don't care about your wife
If she sits in front of the buddha
Or smokes your crack pipe
Carries on experiments
Buys houses, rides wild horses, speaks Greek
Eats raw, marinates cabbage
Attends local events or
Just cashes your checks,

I don't give a damn about her realities.

It's a strange hard world, but that is your problem dude.



Why is "butcher" a Word on the 3rd Grade Houghton Mifflin Running Record Word List?


It's either in the "O P" word list,
Or the "Q S T"
Butcher
5 kids hung up on it.
It's a dangerous, tricky world
Just as I came to
A place to
Recognize my resistance
To that word
(because, after all we aren't in a Sturbrige Village setting in 1700)
Some crazy, stupid
Freak video
Ran on CNN
With the most
Freakish commentary
Showing a man, a machete-
Blood covered hands
Ranting about the murder
He just committed.
Moments after
Butchering
a person

Can these things be coincidences?






All the joy
That ever was
Kissed my
Lips.
Speaking
Truth to
My reflection.






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All my kids
want notebooks
So they can
Write what they see
And feel
Harriet the Spy inspired this.

You might want to
Investigate yourself.






Pearlspective


look back, gain ground

enough to rest a head on a mirror

pull on a mask, chill

surgery excised fifteen years of distance

Just a round pebble in your shoe


first we communed

excuse me, what sorry

Stumble out your relief, reflect

on 47  trips around the sun

bad day to share a scene





Wonders

I'm in Ventura, in May
How can a Rose Breasted grosbeak
Be on my feeder?
Right beside a parakeet, a couple Morning doves
A slew of these fuzzy baby somethings
That warm themselves all afternoon in the sun
With that damn mouse
That is confronting the grackles

There was a blacked Headed Grosbeak too
Which is how I learned reading that
Rose Breasted ones
Would NEVER be near here, they
Winter a thousand or more miles away and summer
In places like those I'll never know
Where you
Go wandering with your complexities

It's May and my son
Once again took a car
Without asking
Sneaking off with a group of boys, one who is a father-
He brought me my camera first, from the car
So I could prove
The grosbeaks are really here


As a child the Eastern evening grosbeak
Came to chatter in
My winter feeder
Taunting Peachface
My kitty, who waited patiently
On the sunflower seeds
(tucked inside the box dad built)
A little surprise for their trouble.