Mysterious Aircraft

mysterious aircraft in the sky flashing your red lights
coming from someplace going somewhere with somebody aboard

engine purring at 22,000 feet 555 miles per hour

disappearing into the darkness

were you spying on me?

satellite images to be shared with the authorities 

star flashing bright then losing its light

venus so bright tonight, are you trying to tell us something from way over there?

like stay away because you like the peace

I don’t blame you for that at all

a billion stars in the sky…which one of you is my lucky one?

seems to me you haven’t been doing your job

this is gonna look bad on your annual review

everything has a formula; I think even chaos has a formula

written down on some spiral notebook paper and stuffed into its back pocket

might be faded having gone through the wash but it’s there

it’s a night of crazy poets sitting on a park bench babbling 

some incomprehensible nonsense in the late twilight of a night

I don’t wanna know the truth anymore, I just wanna be happy

tell me what I wanna hear or don’t speak at all

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Comet

so physically and mentally exhausted
I was so tired so tired, egg-hausted
I couldn’t think of nothing but my own fatigue
it was like having taken too many downers or so I’ve been told (wink)

my cognitive functioning was askew

missed my exit in a mental fog

making a u-turn in loose gravel median

pulling into the other lanes oblivious of traffic 

I couldn’t keep my eyes open

nearly taking the turnpike exit up into the sky

lethargy settling in; gotta keep moving

mind and body like lead

I sensed I was in a dream but I couldn’t wake up

the surroundings and people kept changing 

even though I was in the same place

I wanted to get my car and go home

but I couldn’t find it

they kept hiding it from me 

making excuses as to why they still had it

then someone led me to my car

but it wasn’t my car

it had arkansas plates on the back of it

missouri plates on the front 

and I’m not from either one of those places

I looked at it closer and realized it wasn’t my car either 

the guy said he had wrecked my car

so they were giving me a comet I could have

which was perfect because my mind was clearly somewhere in deep space

amid the telstars and constellations 

Grande Cup

blustery wintry day with the jacket collar up and knit hat pulled down; eyes looking at the ground

the wind cried for Mary but she was nowhere to be found

sorry, but I will not show you my pocketful of scorpio

last night, lost in jazz, I forgot to to to bed

youths on the street corners and in the alleys full of fire and misplaced angst

your downtown avenues are filled with junior executives, career women

up and comers, down and outers, out and abouters

agitated rivers splashing crashing against beige brown no personality rocks

agitated livers with an ax to grind

went down to the coffeeshop in my best flannel shirt/hiking boots

I ordered a grande cup of happiness but they were all out;

all they had was yesterday’s tasting drip bitterness

I’d like to do nice things for people but it’s out of my comfort zone

flurries falling 6-8 inches possible in time for rush (not rush) hour

sat all alone and stared at my phone

looked up and it was really starting to come down— made me smile

place emptying out but I stayed and ordered some more diesel oil

I’m walking distance away

I’m in no hurry, I’ll just watch the snow come down

Y-O-U-R-S-O-U-L

I called my soul and received a “this number has been disconnected
no further information is available about Y-O-U-R-S-O-U-L“ message

automatic end-of-call all lines down

buffering- signal lost then a scratchy dial tone

so I rode over to be beside the sea

I like to go down to the port and be among the big ships

huddled together for warmth and sharing their tales

of larger than life captains

beyond the ships, the vast sea shared my emptyness 

that no compass, no sextant, no north star could help me with

no magellan, no columbus, no cabot drake or raleigh

our hearts get keelhauled over the course of our lives 

yet they keep beating in endless hope

uncertainty lay ahead like a fog engulfed treacherous coast

phantom light somewhere in the rocks guiding us toward doom

twisting through swells that were peering over my shoulder

I was on an endless wander

now laying on a wooden pier damp from the evening rain

nearly quiet, feeling alone and happy as a clam

the mist is rejuvenating like shots of adrenaline

nature is the greatest therapist

water sloshing around the pilings

I ride back home at peace with my world

do a little light reading on blood spatter analysis

turn out the lights and what do I see?

mr. moonlight peering through the windows at me

what are you looking for sir?

if you’re looking for answers, I’m fresh out

if you’re looking for love, I have none to give