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freeverse poetry

California Plateau, Eastward

Winding weary roads
high desert farms of
wind and pistachios
backtrack county roads
beleaguered edges of
parts unfeatured
by geography or films

California’s high plateau
39 degrees dry
oil wells and water machines
rest like dinosaurs
and their empty gas stations

Did you see the shows?”
he sells artish bits
stretched canvas
with stucco and shells
and shellaced print
of steal your face
they lament and encourage Chicago
and we all wish yesterday could last forever

Lead to Vegas 1AM
Sasha dog, M
exican food 114 degrees
road, desert, red rock

Home is the road. Art, crafts, highs and music.

Telegrams – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Telegrams – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Telegrams – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Train’d – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Train'd – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Train’d – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Rome, Lonely

In a bar named for Bukowski
With kisses on cheeks for all
Excepting me of course
Anonymous as an empty wall

A beat down wanderer
Forgotten in eternal places
With candle wax on wine bottles
Espresso in martini glasses

Mirrors reflect arty photos
Of curvy/bushy Italians nudes
Next to the usual movie posters
Audrey exquisite as she broods

Haven’t heard a bluebird call
Over constant squelching siren
Distant choir interludes and
Swiss guards ordering me to run

Skipped the Sistine Chapel
And internient related dogma
Head instead to a tiny post office
Send a postcard of my mind
Pet the stray cats begging
By a red checkered table
Where i alternate small cigars
And large glassses
Of cheap red wine

Rome, Lonely – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Rome, Lonely – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Rome, Lonely – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Ship to Shore Communiqué – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Ship to Shore Communiqué
Ship to Shore Communiqué

Iris’ FIling Cabinet – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Iris's Filing Cabinet
Iris’s Filing Cabinet

Brokedown VW Trip

When the firemen drove away
After telling you the van is on fire
You briefly considered yelling
But instead extinguished the pyre

Stuck in snow in Oregon
Beyond the mountain pass
Flipped over diesels and black eyes
And you’re out of gas

Plugged into power
At a local church
Just trying to stay warm
but woken up by seminarians
when you don’t mean any harm

Just trying to get to one pole
Or maybe it’s another
Regardless of your fortitude
You spend Christmas in Idaho
Because of ice and snow

Weather what would a wise man do
You consider at a Denny’s
While adding all the cream and sugar to a coffee
The waitress glares at you heavy

I’ll give you 45 minutes she says
Her hips as wide as a plow
So instead you curled up like a Moroccan King
You’re in a not-living nativity scene
Outside of the tabernacle

If you’re telling me I’m burning
You are to lend a hand
Sure I ain’t your kinfolk
But I’m stranded broken freezing
In a breezy van

You’ll need my help one day I say
And maybe I’ll show up
As long as I don’t miss my supper
And can find the keys to my truck

Selling Arbitrary Citizenships

Selling citizenship to a country which isn’t recognized by leaks or unions, intern thrust into existence, scant generations hence.

Your initiation packets include:

* A passport acknowledged only by arbitrary at holes and oil derricks an occasional metaphysical rounds with names borrowed from Dead Sea Scrolls

* Postage stamps bearing fetching motifs in three colour plates

* A seal, stamp-able with ink and spring or possibly emboss-able

* Currency printed on vellum with dew-colored coastlines which might exist, if randomness permits

Govern yourself accordingly.

Medications versus Gurus

Muscles atrophy
And nerve endings are tingling
Do you attempt to ignore,
When facing reality?

Pain owns you
No matter your positivity
Medications and Gurus
Are temporary
And you are left alone

Parents gone, love faded, friends confused, and all unintendedly wrong