It’s been a long journey to not Hate what I see in the mirror but Now that I have seen what I have, how can I?    How can I hate the long, hooked nose That is a perfect replica of my grandfather’s? At least…

Get your papers in order Nobody ever get sick Stay inside, stay in line Never tell your own story Believe everything you’re told And accept it, defend it, So long as someone makes money By preventing humans being let us out let us out let…

  May I rise each morning  remembering to wash my face brush my teeth and say “Good Morning” to invisible things perceiving the subtle shift in gravity the presence of small birds on my shoulders firmly rooted feet and a rustle of leaves as a…

Draining of life Encompassed in an unseen weight Pretending it’s okay Regretting Emotionally exhausted Sorrow hanging like a cloud Should I just Ignore it Or Not?

in the Potter’s hands I am holy mud; blessed, thrown the Creator’s cup

My brain scampers I drift in and out of consciousness How many poems Are written half asleep Or half aware My brain swirls Dancing with words Little partners That drift in and out Of my private seduction My brain tries to focus I am at…

Who told you that you could use My image anyway you choose?   And likewise, Pix of them I take, Will find they live a pseudo-fate.   For ‘taken’ they are And ‘taken’ shall be; Their image, yes, Belongs to me!

The growth on my arm is getting bigger   a friend suggested a linguist who arrived on foot who asked for tea who handed me a note inscribed ”ADJECTIVES ARE KEEPING IT ALIVE”   So I stopped talking altogether. Philip V. Coombs 11-12pm

Four-leaf clover in my pocket. Skipping stones along the river. Singing tunes. Better sleep. Four-leaf clover Luckiest of them all. Barefooted on moss. picnic with a soft breeze. Dreams continue.

Training wheels just removed a small red tank top with Walmart sandals pedals rushing ’round and ’round until summer evaporates just past the corner