A Trip to the Supermarket (Poetry Marathon 2022 Hour 3) Painting within the lines Finding the right ruler to measure With colors found in nature Coloring in by numbers Painting becomes a number game Superrealism superimposed on reaslism My hand shakes with anticipation And slips…

Do you wish to go back to the past Where time didn’t fly by so fast Where things were not so complicated The time where little things made you sated   I don’t.

LOS ANGELES THOUGHTS Dirty big city  . . . It shakes . . . Rattles . . . Lived there once . . . Make that twice . . . It has good points . . . When it’s not shaking . . . It’s…

amazing forest valleys and marmalade sky growing red big trees (Hour 3-@Mejia)

sunlight sparkles in dust motes sent swirling by a stray wingflap ancient stone floors tap-tap-tap mutedly under layers of moss and leaf the wooden pews have rotted soft chipmunks and robins their only visitors light enough to rest on the weakened benches and have no…

  Technicolor hills burst into flamingo pink flames and pierce a cerelean sky bloodless and leathery like my arms reaching up from this 1950s nightmare of hues   finding you cool and updated. in 70s avocado and mauve. “Toned down,” you tell me. But I…

Never reply; I’m not sure. To a question about your identity. Now, cross it out; I’m not sure. Add a few more statements of confidence; I have an identity. You can brag a little too; I’m very unique. It’s all falling in piece now, resounding like…

Breath like silk as it ties a noose I long to lie within. Hands like talons that tear gasps from my willing skin. Lips burn stories across my chest while teeth etch scars into my heart. Dangle my desire over the edge and watch me fall…

the heart wants to  write lines on love and loss hum the lyrics of desires dream of the silver and golden mouths of galaxies   the heart wants to beat in the peaceful solitude of snowy mountains touch the cold streams that banish all thoughts…

Oh, how we’ve danced these last two years. Our first twenty? Merely practice for our waltz of surviving, fretful tears, hushed and distant goodbyes. We breathed the same air, now precious and scarce as our world gasped for more through sobs and jolts. You bowed…