Sailors Warning

The day is starting gravely

With majesty

The full night moon diurnal

Falling behind

The first day of autumn

A pillared tension cumulates

It is coming

Streaks of light

A sun prism blood red

It is coming

The day is attitude dark

The warning

A flash, another, discordance

Ignitions of passion

The match has begun

Torn asunder

And tears hard and cold

Then soft, then warm relief

And stopped.

This too has passed

As it always does

This sailors warning

Turned welcomed

The now warm autumn sun returns

And soon the moon too shall now chase it

Balanced swings the pendulum.

Godfrey

From the back of this sales soiled edifice he floats in

A vision in white

One can hear the cloistered choirs sing his praises

The light backdrops his silhouette, angelic

As swirls of pet hair, and dust, and dander

Frame his approaching dumpling shape

His eyes come clear first

Flitting orbs magnified in bottle bottom

Spectacles of self-confidence

Here is this gift to the cleanly toilers all

His single golden lock flopped askew

He takes it between his fingers

And combs it over

“Now madam, what shall I do for you?”

I need a vacuum…

“YOU MADAM DON’T NEED JUST A VACUUM

YOU NEED A VOLTA CLEANSING SYSTEM CANISTER VACUUM MACHINE

1300 WATTS OF SUCTION SO POWERFUL

YOU WILL BE THE ENVY OF ALL

AND THIS WEEK ONLY $185 BUT

THAT’S NOT ALL, NO NOT AT ALL

WE WILL GIVE YOU A SECOND VOLTA

IDENTICAL TO THE FIRST, THAT’S TWO MADAM

TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE”

Why would I need two, I need only one…

“AND WHAT EXACTLY WILL THE LITTLE MAN USE

MADAM

IMAGINE YOUR DAYS TOGETHER BLISSFULLY SUCKING THE DIRT FROM YOUR RELATIONSHIP

MADAM

BUT WAIT, THERE IS MORE, I SHOULDN'T REALLY DO THIS BUT,

WE WILL ALSO GIVE YOU THIS HANDY HAND VACUUM

FOR THOSE SPILLS AND THRILLS

AND WAIT, EVEN MORE, THIS STEAMER FOR THOSE HARD AND NASTY STAINS

ALL THIS FOR JUST A MERE $185 MADAM

YOU CANNOT GO WRONG"

Tiny pudgy hands on short arms punch to the sky...

"...WHAT-A-DEAL!”

“BUY NOW”

Bye now.

Broken Mirror

You are reflected

In many shards

Remnants of the whole

In these fragments

I pick and cherish with love

The many that is memory

Of all that made you

Perfectly who.

Being

Float as one together

Being existences

Fingers tip to tip afloat

Flying in turns, a twirl

A step

And thanks

To the force

Abundance flowing across pillows

From land to sea

There are layers here

Heat and cold and wind

Pull feeding life to share and spread

Into the source

And she in turn returns

A shear sparkle in blue

And angry roar

Gentle fun to children

Of every age and creed

Laughter a present to the breeze

Her deep blue ashore

A world of life

Chased up the chain

From water to land and home again

Blessed are we for the gift

Share it

A singular dance

Of all

Touch to touched

Attune

What?

Doesn’t feel right.

But it’s always been that way.

So what’s changed?

Say what needs to be told.

Sensed an existential judder.

Dread to the core.

It’s nothing.

That cannot be dealt.

With understanding.

The end is near?

Probably.

Don’t go.
Feeling.

The Drama Dairy

Welcome ladies and gentlemen

And thespians all

This is the farm of course

Where your craft it is honed

The crème de la crème

Only the best of the very

Will come to be, at the Drama Dairy

We invite you to dance

Be reckless, abandoned

Tap out your rhythm

Or hop your hips to repetitions

Or perhaps with grace and with poise

You may leave here a coryphée

Learned in the dance, of the Drama Dairy

Are you a singer

Or profess such to be

Can you hold the audience spellbound

To your musical oratory

We want you to love all

The passion, the poetry, and melody

Composition delivered, at the Drama Dairy

Will you paint, will you draw

Give expression to in-sight

What do you see and will you share

Hues and clues and patterned delight

From the raw gesso canvas

Or the natural sway in the masonry

Your visions are welcome, at the Drama Dairy

This is your theatre

Be it musical, drama, and fringe

Your expression is welcomed here

Reckless abandon abounds

Please give us reflection

Of the souls we common hold sway

Expose us to real life, at the Drama Dairy

We even do risqué

Vestal learners of arts

Swooning to the power of our parts

Chaste and focused lovers of craft

Will that be one hump or two?

And one hump of course you will say

After all, we are a Drama Dairy

Thank goodness for you all

We are but mere audience to your awe

Raised joy shared from your talents

Your stories your review

We bask in the colour

The movement and oratory

You, are this place of such joy

The Drama Dairy

Tilted

Damn, that hurts

Perspective is askew now

And comfort is completely out of the zone

The angle dips left

And when glancing through the mirrors

The look points upward

Or if already up then flattened

Yes, yes, I do look quizzical

But really I just want to know
What the hell happened?