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Bracelets, Ducky Love, Rings, & Song

23 Jun

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I realize when I look at you
baby, that I love you so,
and I need to hold you close
and dance-
bodies,
mind,
&
soul.

We started this dance
so long ago now,
and your eyes are
telling me you are
getting tiredearly
in the morning. Those
amazing eyes I dreamed
the other night I was
seeing through my hands.
My brain
interpreting
my heart-
science saying-

that I love you, and I need
you to stay forever-
and it was winter
when we met- and next
spring we will be
married. And I just had
to ask you that night-
I proposed- I could not wait
To hear you say, “Yes.”
Had to tell you that day
I brought you to the ocean,
and you brought me the
ocean motion love reaction-
but it was cold, and
I abbreviated a prounoun-
Do ya think I was
Nervous?

And tonight I caught two fireflies
in our Santa Claus Jar- and we let
them go early in the evening. I could
let those flashing bugs go- as the sun
set cleaning mirrors- because you
are everything I need- those
amazing smiles that ride waves
to your eyes- more than one
color.

Scenery don’t really matter- it
ends up all the same- it is that
sweet kiss I always miss- but
old mythology persisted to
raise its head- just throw
a mirror in front of the medusa-
save us from that turning to
stone- the sweetest honeyed
lips I ever want to know-
they make the whole world
disappear when they form
words delicate yet true-
you always talk to me baby-
even when I leap from here
to there. You are with me always,
baby.

I am
ripping down our sun blanket, and
saying we need to go stargazing-
a state of grace with you
&
the Universe.

I am left juxtaposing different
levels
and
kinds
of consciousness- from
strawberry milkjello
onward to dreams-
and ever onward-
a proposal-

soon a ceremony.

On an island will we be-
I really didn’t think
things could ever be like
this- the two of us
together-
my very
own
sweetheart.

And it is tired,
And I am getting late-
and that Mockingbird
is singing from his nest-
songs of home
that always
fade
unless
you
lock up
the rain.

This poem
when cut up
would become
simple clay
red clay-
scraped from
the wheels
of our red
Monte Carlo
with one
flat tire.
Home is the result-
Peace,
Joy,
And
Love-
Of course.
And I remember falling into
Your eyes well before it was
a late spring concert finale-
before I even knew ya, truly.
My phone flashed your two
Coloreye
Display- it to me was like
Some fantasy planet captured
By an amateur astronomer with
Kids, dogs, cats, like Tim-
Remember the menagerie
And his nerd cabinet?
Left hand:
One white thread bracelet- one month old-
Amasing- one thread, and it is still hanging
On!
Right Hand:
Red & Gold- black string knot- three months old-
Cape Hatteras National Seashore-
camping at Oregon Inlet-
flying kites on empty beaches-
teaching you how to
loop
de
loop.
Pink & Red handmade
in India across the
ocean a Christmas
gift from Jo Jo-
it had- how many bells?
Four?
Five?
Now, six months later- all the bells
have fallen off- but we have caught
them together in our hands.

Orange & Yellow
stringknots
picked up at that
uber strange
gas
station
slash
motel.

If we had not been so tired after
our cross country trek- and a
tire going flat- and the ole
Monte Carlo was a kroovy
red in that strange parking
lot- the cashier flicking us off-
remember that? When we first
stopped in Virginia back in late
February.

And a rope bracelet-
possibly hemp
possibly not-
braided
with a centered
groovy green
oblong oval bead,
and with small black
bead tieoffs dangling-
from Chippokes-
our matching
camping
bracelets-
nigh three months
old.

Other bracelets have
broken or been retired
for preservation.

And of course the rings-
it all started with that
fifty cent machine-
two white and black
temporary
engagement rings.
Now replacing those
with one groovy
ring we stumbled
upon in that little
shop-
was that on sidewalk
chalk day?
And the island of
Chincoteague is
thehorizon-
An island without
Traintracks-
We’ll have to cross the
Chesapeake Bay via
Three bridges
And two
Tunnels- a movern
Marvel of technology-
A wonder of the world
On a list.

And tonight there were two lightning
Bugs in the Santa Claus jar. And on
The island there will be a great
Wave of family coming-
Jo Jo, Aunts, Uncles, and
Nieces.

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The Blue Danube Waltz As Torture

19 May

The generator
has been turned on,
and is sending out
vibration frequencies.
Harmony and cacophony
being studied in a laboratory.

All the pretty
and fundamental
frequencies
being mapped
by a man
in a white
lab coat
who slices open
an owl’s brain
and sends strains
of Strauss
directly into
its brain.

Neurons firing,
frequency firing,
the melody
remains the same
ba da da da da
deet deet
deet deet.

The missing
fundamentals
and pain
in the
inferior colliculus.