Opaque Reflections

Dear Mirror

Here I come

With no drum rolls

Only worn scrolls

Of apologies

Your spree of prowess

Is all the rumor

That lingers in town

 

I spent the years

Peering at you

Only to see

If my tie was eerie

And thought of you

Merely to refine

Intangible bits

Of receding hairline

 

But now I heard

That you have ears

And look I see

You’ve acquired vision

So you stand here

My only witness

As I recite

My affirmations

 

For being less than great

But more than mediocre

Romancing averages

Conjuring excuses

I’ve come to attest

I’ll make no protest

And so much better

Will stand

I will affirm

You’ll do the rest

 

And if this works

How the tittle-tattle goes

’Twill be a great life

I promise

It will

 

Cavalier Concern

I used to idolize the gods

Exalted the words of men

Cherished the ratings of earthlings

Drank from the Psalter

of their praise

And shrank at  the altar

of censorial remarks

Melted  at  the shrine

of stark appraisals

I used to worship

the goddess of opinions

But she has drained me

of every honor left

Shredded every fiber

of residual esteem

And sapped all  treasures

Of accrued values

She speaks and goes to sleep

I hear and know no peace

So I emerged with emptiness

Like a famished lioness

Resolved to find my worth

In quietness and confidence

Listening only to one voice

Hearing only an intuition

Cheering on  only one king

The one that reigns

Within my heart.

Rough Edges

The cock crows at dawn

telling you to get attached

Your bladder nudges

yelling it’s time to let go

The difference

between the two

is just as knotty

as your next poker move

The contrast is set

in concrete

evoking smiles and heartaches

Don’t learn nothing

from the past

All your valuable lessons

Are molded

into this moment

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Future History

I wrote a good plot

maybe

not a candid yarn

that we’ll all make it

home at nightfall

that the breaking news

will bring smiles to our faces

every sunset

that we’ll all be friends and lovers

evermore

 

 

but herein is life

with its bold snigger

almost a grin

guarantees

are fantasies

uncertainties

reek of truths

changes

reign forever

 

 

Maybe

our freedom starts

when we  break loose

the addictions to certitude

when we take up

the sour courage

when we face squarely

the queer unknown

with a  parallel smile

leaning onto

sober hope

 

 

like an octopus on roller skates

life will spring surprises

and we’ll  cross the abrupt bridges

when we get there

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Uneasy Rest

I wish to know

How you found your peace

How you discovered the courage

That puts you to slumber at dark

 

 

I am dying to find

The deities that smiled at your eyes

That told their lids to shut untethered

How your mind finds restrain

To the corners of your crib

As mine travels

To yesterday, tomorrow and where

 

 

I wish to see

Why the night choose you

As its golden child

Why you die every night

Like a timber of wood

And wake up reborn

Like a term neonate

Whilst I march to the labor camp

Thinking I lay my head to rest

 

 

I wish to know how you got to Eden

In solitude

While I languish in Goshen

Unhinged

 

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Sad Optimist

You can cry a river

Or a cupful of soul

You may shed

Till the tears make rhythms

Like mallets on marimbas

The heart can still perceive

What the eyes can still receive

A stream  of tears

Never suffices

Never drowns

The eyes that strewn it

But you must be valiant

Dare to open those eyes

To see the things up on high

Always

At the obscure corner

Of  scrutiny

There lies a different view

Other than the one

That snuffs your breath

The monsters that lie before you

Have powers  much less than

Your view of them

 

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Perfect Misfit

A world without honey

Or honey without bees

A world without flowers

Or flowers without petals

A world without stigma

Or stigmas without ovules

But if all these must be

Pray may I have

Just one wish

A perfect world

One  without pollens

For without pollens

Days of sorrows

Shrink

Days of dyspnea

Wane

I can exhale

And inhale

With no cares

In the world

And the drips

From these nostrils

Can take a break

Without pollens

I can join the folks

That burst with joy

At the triumphant

Entry of spring

 

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