home sick

Shut in all weekend with a respiratory virus, 
the thing that is spreading across the land. 
Thought it was hay fever.  Nope.

Got plans for this week, need this virus thing 
to move on down the road. 
Finishing off the pot of chicken soup.

twilight – September 9, 2014

we speak as
Administrators –

a small acreage
in Hell:
our dominion –

no wild honeysuckle
blooms
along this trail –

the road
to our destination
is cluttered with lies –

road kill is easy pickings
here in Hell,
but touching it, tasting it
will kill the undead.

more from Lisbon

September 5, 2014

things still remain –
wrapped up –
that want to be unwound –

words unexpressed,
thoughts never quite
exchanged –

and worlds unformed.

more random thoughts from Lisbon

August 30, 2014

Life takes turns – right & left –
and twists sometimes along its radii
and may even spin on its axis

in a completely different orbit
than the one before the last
or the one after the next – 

life creates and recreates
reconstituting itself in several forms – 
to fulfill its own destiny –

and hopes it struck a fair deal –
and kept all the promises it made –
and always delivered the goods –
it advertised. 

Graffiti I found at a Lisbon subway station

“Poesia-me”

Poetry me
Poem me
Romance me

build me a poem
make poetry for me
make me your poem
Let me be the poem

let poetry be me
romance me
romance me
romance me
Poesia-me

2014 August Postcard Poetry Fest poems posted!

http://augustpostcardpoetryfest2013.wordpress.com/2014-august-postcard-poetry-fest/

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