Now And Then


These groove stained walls
if they could speak
to the hours, days,
years, moments I
sat freaking out
always it was
the moment, the now,
a series of now s
the beats of my
heart a song
marking time
my time
till
the musician’s
silence
doodles
memories
increasingly forgotten
or remembered
in the soul
amid the striving.


Let’s Talk!


Wind
flowers in golden
bloom
smell blind
with no eyes
hearing
a world
a sensibility
a joy, dare
I say
in a six or seven
day life span
- getting eaten
by the female
after mating -
we so-called
higher beings
just can’t
grasp the glory
and ecstasy of
yet
till inter-species
communication efforts
ramp up
and we cease
the murderous rampage,
call off the insect war.



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