In the morning your horse is bucking

4 am in pj’s stressing

Print out the papers

Google the directions

Load the horses

And stop for coffee

Chug a juicebox

Fill a bucket

Wait in line

Forget your number

Learn your pattern

Lose your glove

Buy a hotdog

And eat nothing

Braided mane

 to hide the mess

Did not bring the right bit

Wrong lead

Miss a jump

Lose your sturrup

In front of the judge

Green horse

Spooks at air

Bad distances

Always happen

No winnings for the weary

Dust all over your shiny boots

Sweaty and tired at the end of the day

Load up, head out, till next sunday

(only true equestrians will understand)

Grey is in between

An unbeknownst

A forever wondering

The days are hazily

Listlessly lived

Slightly blundering

Along in a fog

Smokey and chokey

Going under

Not even trying

Barely surviving

Torn asunder

But never really

Parting just awake

And slumbering

Living grey

In this way is really

Quite encumbering

Carrying my own

Clouds of constant

Suffering

I’m in the status

Between who I am and who I want to be

I’ve shifted skins

A snake done molting

I know this must be better

So why do I feel like I’ve lost?

I’ve hopped on the fast track to my dreams

But this train moves too fast for me

I cannot falter, or stop to breathe

Or I am left behind

Overwhelmed

Overworked

Over.

Mid-century madness,

drenched in sadness—

“Who shot JFK?”

Malcolm, too,

& who slew

M-L-K?

Bobby shot,

in a restaurant,

squeezin’ through a crowd.

(Killin’ dreams

with guns & screams

shouldn’t be allowed.)

But what are we to say,

when killers have their day,

if nobody dares to stop them?

Copyright 2021

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I deeply desire to return the air I’ve stolen

To return the sleepy gas of the atmosphere.

To rest is the seas of my younger self’s dreams

Where I would most certainly drown.

To calm the busy mind of mine

Of endless questions and unpreventable fates.

To simply dine in endless duvets

Where no time would pass or worries cross.

There is no end this madness I feel

Where the breath of kenopsia is constantly blown on my neck

Shivers down my spine

A road to possibilities and flexibilities

That life lusts for

Purposeless waking for which I wonder daily

Why we even bother

Yet as I ponder

Other eyes do to

The eyes of earth’s

As I watch

The world looking for you

It always will

In our sway of empty heavens

Skulls do throb in search of lies

For one is not

The world is looking for you.

What if one day we found the scales

To have fallen from our eyes?

And thus a river were a sonnet,

And a meadow something strange?

A field of purple heather like

A turning of the page?

A blade of grass a sword well wrought -

A slice of contemplation?

What if the swell of the world were held within a breath,

And the breath given out in love?

And we were no longer dreaming men with empty heads,

But doers of such dreams? Doers of our love?

“Nature’s first green is gold”

A gold that scatters about

And hides beneath the brown

Or writhes around trees’ crowns

Mist drapes tentatively around emaciated tree branches

Citadels all around me—

Standing guard, guarding the

Door of Death until that day sweeps in

Fallen logs sleep on the ground

While squirrels seek to disturb their rest

Golden seashells ornament the feet of Neptune

And with each gentle motion, four more kiss his soles

A hidden trail greets my eyes and I

Choose to leave this golden dream

To seek my own reality