the tactical lie

first it was the lies they told us, the people,
through the writers and repeaters of lies whom we trusted,
then it was the lies they told congress, and swore them to secrecy on their most sacred oaths,
later they told us the lies that they said they told themselves,
next it will be the lies they told each other, when the trials come, or the memoirs
who taught them the tactical lie,

leftover idea log

Oh dear,  you have little god bits all over you.

And they won’t brush off.

Well, don’t fret,

‘lie down with dogs, get up with fleas’,

you know.

Nevermind,  the dogs don’t like it either.

wind

wind

whips between the houses in long loose chords

lay your voice upon the wind, it sounds for miles

kids playing upwind hear more by telepathy than vibration

the miracle, they always came back

climbing high in the 200 year live oaks

the wonder, they didn’t fall to the hot loose sand

black with years of tiny leaf drop

in the dark still grove

where mom can’t see

so, its not what it looks like

I saw a hum vee

brake and then swerve to avoid

hitting a ghost crab.

last page

thank you universe

for creating the wilderness

for building my throat

for inventing lyric and rhyme

for hearing my song

first affirm

I know the language of the universe is joy

and the universal law is love.

Now, I lift my head to consider my connection to the universe.

I consider the miracle that rewards

my work with my sustenance,

joy with joy.