Thoughts on Education

Two birds lived here

One, older

The other golden yellow with the irony of youth

A warm and cozy nest
A nest of torn up pages, lives imagined
An endless
Intimidating
Sky.

Haiku/ Otherness

To protect myself
I sew the quotes together
A warm winter quilt

Sarcastic Poem

Remember to be enchanted, don't forget!

Remember to feel loved, don't neglect!

Remember the smell of sea salt, the ocean's touch

Remember the edged mirror, the sun warmed sugar cane

The grass drenched summers, the glassly window pane

Remember to live fully, don't regret!

Remember to be special, don't digress!

Remember the sight of eggshell clouds, the openness of pores

Remember the barely pink watermelon mouth, the twinkling eyes

The rough edge of lips, the struggle to control surprise.

Remember to be enchanted, don't forget!

Remember to do your job well, don't neglect!

Remember to be the best you, to wipe from back to front.

Meta.

You dreamt that the book had four covers
a box to hide yourself in
with a metal handle that produced sound
a lazy any-kind-of day
with a bursting grocery bag, melted ice cream
and spilled juice
You dreamt the edge of the world
as you fell off the book and into the story
the roughness of sinking into another
the silky smell of saturation

watching too much

upside a mountain
the wind fights with the stillness
and a cloud waterfall forms
the knot of a sunken ship
made stronger by the salted sea
gently to and fro, my heart escapes
and in the quickening bough
and upon the narrowing mead
and amonst the tallest canopy
my heart escapes, and soars
an eagle wrestled with its mate
diving down in ecstacy
the slowly drying coat of sunset
and dew drops in december
my heart escapes, and lingers

dawn/dusk

the nestling birds, and in their pride
a glow of amber, a restless sapling attempts to break the soil.
a minor wave, a subtle crash alongside the rocky shore
the pace of heartbeats conforms into a slow tattoo
breaths shallow as the dusk, settling into the horizons bossom

Questions about the window

What more does the tree need,
than sun, water, and earth?
does it grow tall in order to gain admiration, the gentle touch of wind,
and do it's branches crumble when it is ignored?
Does the tree think of shade and sun,
does it water one side more than another?
Is the tree expectant, like a petulant child, when withdrawn a gift, gets angry?

some little things that can be together, if you like.

Sticks quietly to the brain
Outside first, then slowly in
Unbecoming, somewhat vile
the sneaking suspicion of denial

creates a postcard as a home
rough beige paper bed
and with the moistening of the stamp
becomes ever so slightly damp

Cats in the cradle
Dogs in the pound
Rats in the attic
Humans abound.

Sitting at home all day

an attempt to leave my life for a moment,
that's all it takes
the squirming insecurity, the wasteland of garbage time taken up
by otherness
it smells remotely like clean linen covering stale dust
and to be departed is a sin in and of itself
an attempt to leave my life for a moment,
just to look back at it - stare into it's putrid eye
grimace, snort, scowl, tense
the act of self mutilation never quite complete.
the dull timeless tickling of a young clock
a freckle, a speck, a spot.