vex – self portrait

vex tears pour race escape
the deplorable chore of my face
bog fog sock-lock on shore
heart shatter core
for where are there rays of light
praise the dawn shrug night
entangle integral terrible throng
thugs will mug me when i’m wrong
indelible inkling write passage
scripted miscarriage
encrypted ravage
patch a batch of cabbage
you starry eyed savage
shockingly disparage
peace & love of the Sabbath
bathe in foibles end morals
force compromise no promises
melancholy kind immature
signature unsigned amateur.

sun in his sky

and in the wood
play among the wolves
upon the glen to glide barefoot
along the glade
rain pour down in the shade where tree limb shook
lie flat against the amethyst rocks fragrant jasmine
flow down stream into brooks
a scenic solitude rekindle quietude
muffled splashes carry the stone honed coast of evermore
close hawks boast to toast
their caws from the sycamore
giant oaks
litter the coarse ground
with acorn
the wind whips tremendous chill ferocious through the trees
in a moment from autumn
to winters drop in barometric pressure
mourn summer days long since gone that filled the body with pleasure
give me sun in his sky
sea surf sand
in pink and blue and tan
where does the sun go when it rains?
is he Incognito at Starbucks playing video games?
or is he listening to an old recording by Johnny Mathis “when sunny
gets blue”?


when the painting keeps you from fainting
paintbrush in the hand
hand me down from mama
and the intrepid man
slight of hand
onions around the lamb
makes me feel so humble
truth is that I can
right the wrongs of stumble
across the crooked land
cook for me a summer feast
sweet the orange yam
counterfeit a smile
for everything I am
to look on till tomorrow
for love is felt more than
the swelter of a lie
may helpers never die
remembered Queenie’s apple pie
a flaky a crust am I.