Snow Flurries

Snow flurries rushing for where Covering my footsteps                      from dancing in the snow Snow flurries dancing about                       fill my boots with snow

Roll With It Baby

Roll baby roll
Just not down the stairs
Roll with it baby
A favorite song
Riding the waves softly
Open to the rocky swells ahead
Life's worries
Are life's little worries
Nothing too strong to take us down
Roll with it baby
And roll with it again
There is a lighthouse to guide us
To show us where we're going
The wake in the water
To show us where we've been
All is good, big and small
High tide, low tide
A handful of sighs
Sailing in the wind

The Assignment

I’m supposed to write a poem
On a bus or on BART
Naw, how about a park?
Church, the laundromat, in the hospital waiting room?

Awwh, the gym
It’s ladies only
I like it’s just women
Conversations overheard are more personal
Not afraid of the male ear

Treadmills, bikes, weights, ellipticals 
There’s so much to choose from
Or how about a class?

So goes....
On the recumbent bike,


I  Hear

The whirling of the fans
The printing press rumble of the treadmill
Hot gossip
Owner chiding a women for exercising on her bad knee
Muffled music from the speakers


I Observe

A mother care taking of her daughter.
San Francisco in daytime
Meg Whitman
San Francisco’s night lights
Meg Whitman
on the TV monitor

I Sense

My pulse
My perspiration, which my trainer calls fat sweat
The lady behind me lifting weights,                                   
the tinks and chinks of leaded metal colliding
Time ticking away on the clock,                               
thirty minutes goes by fast amid the lady's only universe

I suppose it is time to go now
I suppose I have a poem.

My Doctor Said Men Are Dogs

The dog barked

and then growled.

He tried to bite me.

Do I need intervention?

I already called the dogcatcher

who will be sure

to put a muzzle

on the barking dog.

But what happens

when the dog gets loose again?

The doctor said she didn't get it.



(written maybe 2006)

Bay Area Book Festival BART Train Ride

After the rush of a successful day
meeting meeting Berkeley concert
I found myself sleeping on BART
the next day on my way to another event
I wake myself to catch the view
The sun is bleak promising more
My book in lap tired of reading
the lull of the train
the electric noise
the smooth sailing of the
gliding track
Anxious for my time appointed meeting
Meeting my friend on the
other end
Sleeps overtakes me again
Can you really rest on BART
So much people watching to do
Tunnels dark
Bike dropped on the seat
in front of me
Bikes don't go there
Observe another bike in the
reserved bike spot
Matching couple on BART
Colorful Blue shirts
my favorite color
With matching hats
Time's up next stop mine
The couple disembarks with me

Primary Dreams

Little Boy

Dreaming of a full moon
For each that passes by
To let the stars shine
Through that passing smile


Little Girl

Dreaming of a first love
That first kiss
Under the night shadow
of the Transamerica building


Travel the beat of
music from above
Travel amongst the cosmos,
moons, dwarf planets,
constellations yet unseen
The moon glows
The crescent wanes
Blue is blue as white
My lover returns on a
Summer night's cool breeze
Star shine upon the water
The dreamer dreams

Something's Missing

Record drought 

Worse than ever

Before 
Conserve
Our limited limited 
Resources 
Appealed 

Shower time 
Relaxing at best
Cleanliness is happiness 
Too long 
Shorten
How to cut
Song by song 
One
Two 
Three too many
Get out 

Of course 
Showering with a 
Friend
Works too!

Unsuspecting Thoughts

The comfort of my brother-in-law's father's sweater
June rain instead of April
Eggs harden
Potatoes soften
Consumed by boiling water
Bottleshock
Brown turns to gold
Give me beer instead of wine
Sheltered in the Bistro
Where no one judges you
If only life could be that way
I broke up with my boyfriend again
                     Today

Reading Poetry In the Middle Of the Night

Reading poetry in the middle of the night
Thirsting for more
more knowledge
more justice
more style
of men and power
Heroes are welcome
As death's door
One man's passage
Makes a queen's passing flame
To burn bright
In the middle of the night

The Imperiousness of Life

You don't want to take in the mirror because the mirror is not real.
A reflection of things past
No future to behold
Sweet nothingness in my ear
Sprouts images in my head
What grand adventure we must partake
Spartans, Athenians lend me your fear
Of a great war relied upon
Join us in the honor of your souls
Lest we die one more day, again

The Man In Blue

The man in blue
Radiant sappphire
Generous grins
Sparkling orbs
Basking in your brilliance
Noble visage
Like a god
Walking above air
Walking on water
Energy gathering towards
The space between us
Feared to cross the divide
Afraid
Abashed
Apprehensive
Acceptance
Will he let me in?
Be my friend?
Does he notice me?

Three In Five

After dinner time
Here I have something for you
In the warmth of the sleeping bag
Here I have something for you
Pink frilly baby doll pajamas
Here I have something for you

What's the stats?
One in five
Two in five
Sad shock
It's three in five

Innocence taken away
With mistrust and abuse
Innocence
never to be given back
Innocence
it's my fault

The wall breaks down again

Drugs alcohol food sex religion
Anything to dull the pain
Of the scars left behind
The wounds that won't heal
The years pass on
The buried past
Still emerges like an earthquake
From deep beneath the surface
Still trying to make peace
Of innocence gone
Only to reemerge in unwise choices

The Answer

Eyes closed relishing the sunset
Soaking in the melody of our song
Is it wrong to love too much?
What would Buddha say?
My head is fused to the tail of the kite
Overreaching the outer-limits
Committing to today
No worries for tomorrow
Is it OK to love the Buddha too much?
Capturing the sunlight
Capturing the moon
Bespectacled in sapphires and blues
Is it out of tune?
Is it OK to love Buddha too much

But I'm not through

But I'm not through
Too much uneven terrain to travel
Too much reality to spark a long dead fire
Too many tears the fingers cannot hold
Taking the easy way does no good
Dredging up the past
Bewilders the already murky vision

Pained eyes of resentment
Stone cold face
Grief upon grief to remain underground
Unleashed
Bared
Unconstrained
Crossing the divide
Of previously curated carefulness not to
Thrust through the false barrier
Of putting hurts aside
Stones first thrown
Words first thrown
Staredown thrown
Adverted eyes

Looking straight ahead
Exposes the rawness of the soul
An anguished heart at this impasse
Of who hurt who
Know that I hurt as much as you

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Insouciant

Incurious
Nonchalant
Sassy
Offhand
Uninterested
Cursory
Indifferent
Apathetic
Never mind
Too much to give a fuck

Giving mother lip

INSOUCIANT