WHISPERING WOODS

Perhaps the rustling leaves are telling the tree’s tale
Whispering, such that only those listening may hear
Only when it is in tune, may the message be clear
Yet unless easily understood, it will be of little avail

The breeze is a medium, but other connections too
To share, an underground root network also serves
It’s communication via a kind of complex of nerves
No myths or stories, as all that’s shared will be true

But it might be too cold
Out there, papa!
And wont the landlord know?
If she’s inside, papa?

Don’t you want the kitty,
Little one?

I do papa. So much!

Then trust me,
Little one
You just pet the kitty,
That’s all you need to do
Just pet the kitty.

His voiced cracked
And his hands shook
Tears gathered
He wiped them with his sleeve
Staring across the busy street
Out into the fields

I pulled up a seat at the bar we used to frequent,
ordered a couple of beers and wanted to know
how my friend had been.

“Kind of rough of late”, he offered. “Missing some friends
I didn’t know how to tell I was going away.”

“I get that.”, I said. “A lot of people don’t know how to say goodbye.”

Pulling us both away from the shadows around me,
we reminisced and shared a few laughs for a time
before I had to be on my way.

Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears)
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
bullishly, consonantly, demonstrably,
desperately, faintly, glumly,
yet plaintively, muttered aloud,
no evading the steadily avowed

Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears)
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
bullishly, consonantly, demonstrably,
desperately, faintly, glumly,
yet plaintively, muttered aloud,
no evading the steadily avowed

There's a word in the English language,
This word sounds much like duck,
I certainly won't say it here
It may bring me bad luck,

This word I often use it,
As my wife is prone to do,
It is so versatile
Some examples now for you.

Remember General Custer
in 1876?:
"Look at those ducking Indians",
As they rode from out the sticks.

And the genius Albert Einstein
With his relativity,
Proclaimed it out to all the world:
"Surely any ducker can see".

I left the tap open.
For a few hours.

The misdirected anxiety
of leaving the stove on

makes me forget
about taps, feelings, people...purple-orange-red morning skies.

Oh,wait- did I remember to
turn off the stove?

Oh, wait- did I remember to
turn off the stove?

Oh, wait. Oh, wait.

White eyed ghouls smiling with snarling nail teeth
cling to white bone head ghosts with eyes of salmon
beneath harmonica warts with twisted mustaches
they sing for yellow baby chick people chirping on a string
writing in purple-green on a butt burned tapestry
near scared bellied weeping birch trees’ travesty.

Firecrackers, dead bored, uncurled I miss my girl.

It's autumn’s lonely afternoon,
the sun is sinking slow.
The leaves are bleeding from the trees,
why did she have to go?

The sky is blue between the clouds,
and since she went to roam,
there stands an empty shell of stone
we used to call a home.

It's twilight, so sad stars appear.
Then darkness casts its spell.
Inside the house,
where lovebirds breathed,
I live my Loveless hell.

The heart beats in and fades
out of our lives, my
meat suit unzips and falls,
slips

down like a white flag
surrendering six feet
under, to the wiggling

caretakers and underground
creatures, padded feet and
splashed muffled voices sobs
of grieving strangers

walking past us, flowers are
the only thing placed and
touched

On a cold tattooed stone, my date
Of birth and when I left this earth .
The light In my