bombast

in the chaos
      be the calm
in the rumor
     be the truth
in the tempest
      be the eye
in the bombast
     be the whisper
be a statue in the storm
still within the whirlwind
perspective comes with peace

kinetic

the woozy ache
of insomnia jitters
leave you skittering
limbs a quiver
and discombobulated
a kinetic coffee punk
subsisting on caffeine
and nicotine and rage

malapert

arms akimbo in superhero stance
nose upturned, eyes defiant
feet planted like the roots of
a thousand year oak
this malapert mini mahatma stands
betwixt the world and darkness
her cape ethereal, her hair a tangle
the smudge of dirt across her cheek
the badge she wears telling ne'er-do-wells
BEWARE

amalgamate

i have never met,

at least... not yet,

the kind of date

with whom i'd amalgamate

nuance

the world in varied
shape and shade
with every hue
proudly displayed
in every form
and space arrayed -
requires of us this:
nuance in thought
empathy in deed
we, all of us,
same colors bleed
so be kindest
to those in need
or burn in the abyss

circumspect

yet still I heed the ping
of he who leads me
down the garden path
it loops back
so circular I repeat
I know I should object
archive or delete
be more complete
within and listen
when heart urges me
to be more circumspect
wait for one playing less
displaying more respect
but the waiting’s long
primrose’s pull is strong

nectar

morning fuel most days
necessity more than pleasure
yet rainy morning made
on a day that stretches
into the no plans of forever
becomes the nectar
of languid love