Weeping Willows

Weeping Willows

Weeping Willow bends

flowing branches full of leaves

cry into creek beds

Big Moon

Swallowed up in your russet beauty

super sized I gasp with universal joy

behold heavenly bodies caught in

magnetic revolutions as I devour my

Mac with fries and a coke 

George Zimmerman

Every time I look at George Zimmerman’s face

I want to grab him by his lapels

stare into his eyes and ask him what the hell 

was he thinking

I think he is a racist and he killed Trevon

and thought he could get away with it

I hope he doesn’t

was he thinking

Trevon was probably a haughty kid

he didn’t cow tow to Zimmerman

he might have responded to attack

with attack but he didn’t have to die

Zimmerman was out of line and he

deserves to pay for the murder of

a young kid just perhaps being wise

a kid with so much life ahead of him

What was Zimmerman thinking

why did a kid have to die 

for no reason at all

except perhaps for not obeying

Dinner

I mixed apple cider vinegar

with hot sauce to serve over

lightly steamed swiss chard

I toasted red quinoa in olive oil

added water and brought to a boil

simmered until done

King salmon brushed with olive oil

fresh herbs sprinkled over pink meat

grilled to rare perfection

A fine accompaniment 

Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand

crisp and delicious

What is the point of my pretty tale

to relish finer things that bring pleasure

in a disgustingly fucked up world

Where did we get so lost

people die in tribal wars

starve and suffer with disease

The imbalance of resources

and opportunity that leaves 

too many suffering

I want to mix apple cider vinegar

with hot sauce to serve over

lightly steamed swiss chard

I want to feed the world

I don’t know how

I want to fix everything

Dimple

Dimple

There is always a dimple

in what should be simple

I put on my wimple

go crawling

through brawling

I’m calling

for simple

with a dimple

in my wimple

Andrea

Andrea

First storm belts us

bands sweep through

tornado warnings

windswept rain pelts

on and off all day

thunder explodes

it is only June

Prairie

Prairie

Halls swirl

rumble motion 

vault ceilings

I nimble on

limbs 

crave rapture

each inhale
on the train
I swallow

Song of Forgetting

Song of Forgetting

I choose to forget things you said
that were not true, did not happen
sometimes I wonder at my sanity

I want you to know I've given up
I'm on your side completely
I will not hold you to my reality

you do not know, you do not get it
it isn't enough to tell you I quit
I have to quit and quit and quit

I'm getting better at remembering
as we dance together and apart
in this Song of Forgetting