Venus's eye stares above the garden
Its sullen eye blinks- then hardens
16 veils of August night
Venus shares with bird winged flight

The garden black beneath the heat
Starlight stands, as petals speak

"When will you buy another truck?"
my wife asks each time she gets inside.
Then I reply "With any luck,
this old heap will be my final ride."

She just smiles and rolls her eyes
as I sit down in the driver's side.
This back and forth has no surprise.
My truck wears miles with shambling pride.

It's paint is faded, clear coat is peeled.
My rear has worn the seat to fit.
The floor board dirt's nearly congealed.
There may be fossils beneath it.

l used to be attractive
as lovely as a flower,
l know looks fade away
with every filthy hour.

l used to drink some alcohol
quite regular, in fact;
it was pointed out to me
l didn't know how to act.

l used to be ambitious
impatient as l was,
now l've time to criticize
what everyone else does.

l used to care so deeply
when others seemed to hurt,
now others say horrible things
and make me feel like dirt.

Dressed in serviceable spotless robes
Her demeanor savant adept but muted
Anonymous
Softly moving with polished grace
Around the table
Serving the diners
Who deal with her as an afterthought
All the bowls and utensils exactly placed
With pride of touch and inner peace
Her hallmark
Perfection in everything
And grace in serving
Simple caring dignity
There are thirteen this evening
Simple food for rough hewn men
Counterpointed
With curiously gentle principles

I do tend to
consume myself
within myself
It seems to come naturally
no need for help

Why do I have this talent
to own my reality?
Am I really
lost in my insanity?

Clarity seems vague and distant
like I'm lost at sea
fog
Withholding my resistance
Futile thoughts of undone chores
pilin up along the shores

The way you’re stuck inside my chest
 is best
Twisting my guts to coils just beneath my flesh

If you look close you can see it ripple

The muscles moving, mangling my middle

Manufacturing something like a slow and painful death

I wish heroes exist.
With that problems are less
I am saved every day.
It would be a great deal of security,
to see them flying on schedule.
They would kill all the villains,
and dedicate the battle to me.
They will never die because
They have super powers,
They are immortal...
They live to protect me.
But I only watch my heroes on TV.

Our reality a causality of the sedation of the human mind and the human heart,
The closed eyes trained to see nothing but what is presented upon a TV screen,
The broken anvil of our ear unable to hear the crashing hammer screams,
The screams that cry out for the shattered dreams, the forgotten Utopian ideals,
Our touch deadened and kept at arm’s length, each end of a handshake,
Gone is the embrace showing love for the fellow man, only power-grip remains,
We care only enough to be convenient, we don’t care enough to fight for children maimed,

sunlight pours
dust waves
bowl

thorn ridden scars
borne fresh with limbed
sighs

pressed like trophy birds
tossed
on a grey eden

promises
held together with
alleyway stitchs
this sway
descending staircase
juncture

this depths pressure
against each breath
like cool
decipher
pearled on the tidy
darkness

flickers of recognizance
in the light
emotion fulfilled
in the charged atmosphere
of our older shadows

nice anger displayed
at a lover who crosses your way

and
Have signs to betray
and
take you astray,
if only you meant quit
to say
and
not remain quiet
till this final day

love is in the air
all in war and love is fair,
give him another chance
if you may

or
else quit immediately
as you now say

so do it right away
but not repent
anymore after today
quit if you wish to
just as you may