Self destruct
Today’s cocktail of chemicals and apathy
brought me to skinned knees and compressed headaches
with today’s lost marbles
rolling all over the shop
but the will to suffer morning’s snarling bully
is fodder enough for me to wake up with a determined pulse
driven by an insatiable appetite to not self destruct
and I will clamp down upon your ignorant notions
that I try to bury in pharmaceutical haze
And it is a Good Thing
Yes, Madre, I am breathing-- Listen
the beauty of a thought in the hallow
of an Amaryllis blossom singing
caught me short, as if placing second
in some marathon operetta
second running, because I'm catching up
in Harmony all these years to the Melody above
Yes, Madre, I'm calling it a Life--
And I am, breathing low, in surrender
to the emotion that has me rooted still
at the pump, that which is pumping blood
for some unanticipated trip between
these hemispheres I call one, and precious
--heart, or brain, or the soul that twines
the pause of understanding, our silence
in the hum, that withhold, for which I'm living
--a seed planted amid the Pine Barren
Yes, Madre, in awe, I am breathing just a little
