Utility Futility

A woman walks into a bar
Trying to be seen for who she are
She might as well stayed in her car
Been ignored at home, not have to drive so far —

Then there’s the man whose words were said
Trying to get her into bed
Without that, he’s as good as dead
‘s not lying, man, the truth’s lost in his head —

We think we know, we think we see
Utility futility
The aberrance that sets us free
From sanity’s sobriety —

She comes home and lets down her hair
Her heavy purse plopped in a chair
She hates it when there’s no one there
Except, she doesn’t really like to share —

And he, too’s gone home for the night
With Brazzers and a Miller Lite
A mouthpiece for his overbite
This warrior whose never seen a fight —

Utility, futility
With shyness or temerity
We wonder wandering and free
As struggling bits of human
Vanity

the way of loneliness

he chose the way of loneliness,
to feel wide open spaces,

to hide his many-sorrowed heart,
and guess, from people’s faces

the things that they might hide, as well;
by shore, on hill, in gym —

he chose the way of loneliness,
or maybe,
it chose him

love // autumn

she didn't agree with their solution, so
she was said to 
                misunderstand the problem.

but hers was not a problem of understanding,
- or sympathy -
but rather of an
                 excess
                         of
                              both.

                           for her,
                   only individuals
               had any real meaning,

other things being

                   sort of 
                             hypothetical.

a life can be a welter of confusion,
but a heart pure, as was hers.

she loved her friends
she loved her enemies, and

she loved the autumn because

                    of the smell of 

               fallen leaves and

    wood burning in fireplaces

and

                       new spelling books

 

Lyla

walking through the darkness Lyla

home and wanton yearning purchased

semblance of the ordered palate

dirt and toes prehensile shaking

maledictions shared in whispers

bon vivant of naught and nothing

turning ghosts by pen to pictures

her late thoughts to chutes and ladders

hemingway and sinclair lewis

baggage claim and strident laughing

tricksters of the summer solstice

laid in layers lining Lyla

Hearts Are Full Of Fields

You know her angry, critical;
A person certain, full of pride –
But once, there was another her;
From time long past and distance wide —

She loved a boy, who was her heart;
But he, at last, his love denied –
He left her on what should have been
The day that she became a bride

So now you see her as she is,
Someone who always seems outside;
Who keeps her distance from the team,
With comments both acerb and snide

But if you knew her as I do –
The love that never died inside –
You’d know that hearts are full of fields
Where flowers grow
That none
Have spied
 


 

(“Hearts Are Full Of Fields” – 6-30-2015)

Space Invaders

It’s sad that no one knows that he at one time protected the whole world from invasion; but real heroes, he’s realized, rarely get the attention they deserve. At any rate, he would not have liked the attention had he received it: the one type of invader he can’t deal with at all are those who invade his own space.