The Poetry Marathon

Flippin dippin trippin tippy trop
gotta moonbeam in my brain gonna blow my goshdurn fuckin top
don’t sweat it baby hush let’s head down to the coffee shop
cruisin’ like a missile that a concrete wall won’t stop
 
…no
 
Listening to the waves softly crash against the seawall
The sunset painting pictures in the inside of my eyes
Boats pulling into harbor to unload their daily catch
Gulls starting arguments, fighting for the scraps
 
The tide is at its peak to prepare the day for night
I’m a thousand miles away but still drinking in the smell
salt and mist mingle with the coming autumn chill
Some memories might leave me but the ocean never will

Everything, everywhere
All = you
you = everything,
everywhere
Be = you
I am
I am
you I am
Everywhere, everything
All
you
Me
you
We
you
Him
you
Her
you
ME
ME
ME
ME
 

All for a LOWLOW price!

Indulgence in pleasure
A poly-addiction
Dull your pain and abandon conviction
 
The patience of a saint
The stillness of a monk
More learned than all ancient scholars
 
Wake up and check your inbox

The years become seconds
when I can’t find the time
and I remember the minutes
that I could have made to last forever
when two angels lost their wings
to fall and talk to you and me
and point us in the direction
of where we aught to be
Driving down trodden paths
flowers trampled over
the bleached bones
of what we used to fear
the myths
we tried to understand
the words you or I
dreaded to hear
when faced with
the thrill of the unknown
and the wisdom of the road
The trip began on
the first day of creation
the destination lay
on the sixth day of rest
And everything in between
Urged us to move forward
instead I looked behind
I am here now
where I wasn’t
when you were there

You are my screen
You are bright
You are loud
You are pretty
You are mean
You keep me awake
You watch me as I sleep
You follow me through the day
You are the only light at night
You show up in my dreams
 

I find it hard to believe
I want you to be warm
I want you be seen
I want you to be here
But you are just my screen

White and grey vapor, the clouds discuss plans
as they drift in the sky and to some eyes paint pictures.
The shadows are ink smears of wisdom and rambling
writ across ground flowers gravel and paper.
Letters with no words and questions with no answer,
the rules that will bend and the suggestions are law.
Wishes and wind whirl in shouts or in whispers.
Sharp bushes shiver and rattle and gossip,
vines show their stems but hide their intentions,
while trees learn and teach that in silence there’s brilliance,
and their branches sway slow, leaves green open drinking
the sun’s beating bright beams, its burns and its kisses.
And the the smell and the heat and the sight and the light
and the air and the touch and the thought are the all
and fullness and absence respond to the awe,
the love and the wonder that uncover, surrounding,
the aching that insists to create or to numb.
The space with no limits and no fixed direction
The portend of time to end soon or never
The beliefs, the guesses,
the convictions, the whatever
the happy and sad
the lost, the had
the girl and the cat
the car and the crash
the no and the maybe
the quiet and loud
the pills and forever
the somewhere
the nowhere
the found
The color the sound
The mystery profound
the fields, the sky, the wall
It is nothing at all.

Fog dances through leaves
Birds sing to greet the morning
I watch the sun rise
But the mist is nicotine
and the sounds blare from headphones