Butterfly Wings

Stable in beauty we wait

Flora entreating

The whim of exquisites

Stamen chosen, or not

Your butterfly wings spread

It's effect across the planet

Heart yearning

This delicate flower

Touch me?

Then touch another

A flit

Weather altered

Typhoon started

Flooding forth and then

Abated

Your chrysalis cocooned

Formed and reformed

Delicate and protected

Beneath my broad strong leaves

I hold you in hope

To watch you free again and again

Loved

But you then love another

RTS RIP

I stare at the envelope

She would be 96 years old now

Not one to browse the obituaries

I rarely read the papers anymore

I wonder

Is she still alive?

And if she is how is she?

There are vestiges of her

Around my home

The ugly yellow outdoor carpet

Screw holes from plant hangers

A grab rail in the bathroom

And the residue of adhesive

Shapes of flowers

Slip savers

That come forth in the wet tub

I stare at the return address

There were many of them this year

This one New Jersey

And as I scrawl RTS across her old address

Now mine

I think the people re-receiving this post

Do they wonder RIP?

Etching

a relief in metals

linear and beautiful.

inked for eternity

shared again and again.

simple papers

and intricate drawings

aguafuerte masculino.

today I told our story.

chronicled these journeys

of friendship and love.

and so much more

we can look forward to.

an art piece unfinished

to carry to our end.

Intelliginsidia

News flash

You cannot read minds

Yah so?

So why are you trying?

When it comes to matters intuitive

You sir, are an idiot

A highly intelligent idiot

So live with it.

And live with the simple facts

People are going to be mad at you

Cause you don’t and won’t get it

And you are going to get frustrated

Cause you don’t and won’t get it

Yet.

Yet you will. 

One day the pieces will all align

And the picture will become readily clear

Life is abstract.

You know how you love abstract paintings

How you just seem to get them

You get them because you can see the whole piece

All of it is there

This is what you face with humanity

That so obvious to others

So foreign and abstract to you

Yet when the painting is complete

There it is.

Pure joy in the invention

Complete discourse with the creator

It becomes possible

You are the creator

They are the creator

And together the great and wondrous is possible

Be perturbed

Do not be thwarted

You sir, are intelligent

And yes you are an idiot

Gloze Reveal

There is none to be had

Palliate insensitive

So say it straight

The clues were there

Pointing the way

Yet this explorer missed them

His zeal a lust

For destinations relief

Selfish now loathing

To see nothing

Then the veil lifted

Late.  Too late?

Suddenly aged, suddenly wiser

The not subtle nuance

A retarded soul

Awoken

Slap, the mighty smack

Deserved

I lost your humanity

I lost your dignity

This is not who I am

Disbelief differed deferred in each

Can forgiveness come

Self to self

And most

Selfless to selfish

Succor

Come dear friend

Sleep with me

Find solace in our breath

Temporary though it may be

Protected in each other

Safety as we hold hands

Like otters we never float apart

Be pleased we can trust

In touch we find newness

In breath and reaction

And we can be in solitude

Protected side by side

Humanity and truth

Warmth in age

Man and Man

Woman and Woman

Woman and Man

Spouses espoused

Friends adopted to family

We are as such

In peace in anger

In solitude in magnitude

Pause all

For our real matters

Unpause

& Continue

Dear Diary

So like I am awake

And all girly

With feelings and such

Like geez

I am a pathetic lonely guy

I am a guy aren’t I?

Yup

So like I saw myself in the mirror

After a horror film night

Battling the demons in my head

And I saw

Einstein!!!!

Cool man, says 14 year old me

You look like Einstein

Time to brush your teeth

But not your hair

Cause you look like Einstein

But your girly side is so lonely

Boy

(I think) I need a pancake

A Giant Apple Pancake

With butter and maple syrup

And lots of strong coffee

Dear Diary

I may be lonely

But my belly is happy

And I look like Einstein

And I am a guy.

I checked