to hug or kiss them
or praise them.
They are solitary and content,
in the intimate embrace
of the web of life
where the sun rises and sets
like a slow heartbeat
and the rain gives nourishment
I sat within a gilded cage—
fervently calm, smothered in rage.
On occasion, you threw in seeds
as if that would cover my needs.
Remember the way you would stare
at the one you thought was in there.
You bragged I was nicely feathered;
your ornament, trapped and tethered.
Yet inside I felt dazzling light
alone in the vivid black night.
Peace and mercy were with me there
kindly guiding me with their care.
God knew I could do more than wait
for someone to decide my fate.
When I saw the open cage door
my heart fluttered, my soul implored.
Finding the strength with in me to try,
my wings carried me to the sky.
When the distance
between the inside of my stomach
and the outside of my mouth
is too close
to be comfortable;
It occurs to me
that what I want
and the things I do
are often very
That I can’t always pretend
something that repulses me.
One day I know
that the trash I have swallowed whole
and the empty shells I have spat out
like ghosts return
to kick me
where I am
[Originally published in Jittering Microscope #4, 1992]
If you missed my paintings when they hung at CMA Gallery, you can now see them at Gordito’s in Greenwood, minus the three that sold from the last show. I always wanted to see how my Fruit Voodoodles would look with a brick wall backdrop, and I’d say they look pretty good.
Also I’ve updated my blog with a new category of humorous mayhem and a page for my older paintings.
Clicking the vault tag will now bring up my poetry from ancient times (i.e. the early 1990s).
Thirst ripples my tongue
like a sail begging
the air for wind.
[Originally published in Jittering Microscope #3, 1991]