Balance of the Night

Radiant blue on crisp white

Bright

Bridges at night

City comforts on the side

This time

This night

My wife and I hold tight

Clean cement under warm winter skies

Our feet tap the pavement

Like full bellied 

Petite

Mice

We balance love work and 

Life

Tonight

The Ground Sings

Nestled amongst the hills

Green tree filled

Lies a town 

That I believe is on holy grounds

The sounds 

From this town

Have resounded 

From generation to the next

Songs sweet complex

I wonder if the land itself

Can sing

Contribute to writing choruses

More of this 

From the land

From the town

Deconstructing a Breakdown

Deconstructing a breakdown

Unfounded infatuation

With the untrue

Unthinkable

Undue

Imbued 

To move

Substantiated grooves

I was willing 

Hoping 

To understand

Complicated contraband 

She awaited the moment 

Dissolved opponents 

Of complicated nature

Unnatural 

Unplanned

Taking up questions

At hand

Manifesting the desire

Holding on to the wire

Illumination of the heart

Complicated art or discussion

Modern art

European or Russian

Black lines heavy when drew

Sitting in this car

Me and you

Triangulate

The random 

In the mundane

The frustrating 

Profane

Jump through these hoops

Sell your soul for a dollar

Your body will commit

Your mind will holler

What is the ends

To a road that bends

From end to end

These questions triangulate

For surveying eyes

My plan in a Trojan horse 

Disguise

I surmise

That there is an offer on the table

Give up pursuits for pleasure

Money the real yardstick measure

Unworthy parasites

Living life through condemning eyes

I can not let the peanut galleries 

Hopeless ensue

A wobbly table they set their lives on

I must admit

I think they

We’re wrong

Heavy Curvy Piece

Privately I sort each piece of lettuce

Each heavy curvy piece

Selected

There is no ill questions of

The purpose

My unequalled attention to detail

Yet so menial

My mess-up is real

Contemplated

With retentive love

Unequaled

But with each question

I stop to try and answer

There is no right answer

Only words used in attempts at answers

Answered

 

Scintillating Shape

A jolly ignorant shape

Draped over the curtain

Sun shine through displaying

What can only be described as uncertain

He can be cooperative

Yet completely incompetent

With a bright wave

Scintillating wishful smile

Insisting people believe

A bedroom

Filled with one giant nose

Ever part of him

Is painfully exposed

I do not agree

I will not bend my shaking knees