I sit in my room on a
Rainy day
My ceiling leaks in one
Place and I have a bucket
On the floor underneath
To catch the drips
I think: each drip is like a
Second of my life disappearing
Down the drain
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Museum
I found this museum on
A quiet street on the
Edge of town with an
Inconspicuous sign in
The front
It was the Museum of Broken Dreams
The creepy thing about
It was if a person entered
The museum that was the
Last anyone ever saw of
Them again
Touch
I stand on a path
Before me
Such that I need
For you to be on the
Same path dearly
Coincided we touch
While there is
Still time
Coup
Chickens are roosting in the lobby
Horses are making their way up
The marble staircase
Humans are hiding in their rooms
They are considering calling the
Humane Society swat team
Voices
Once when I worked in a
Sleazy hospital that took
Over a perfectly good Hospital
I took a break
One night and found the
Keys to abandoned surgical
Suites and decided to go on
A tour….the air became thick
As I wandered from room to
Room
Then the voices came, soft
Leading voices asking for
Relief and release to the
Other side
Magic
Waking up and having the
Awareness that you are
Unique and have something
To give to the world
That no one else is able to
Contribute
RIP- Steve, 1950-2022
Steve was full of magic and contributed so much love and laughter to this world. He will be dearly missed by everyone who had the honor of knowing and caring for him. Godspeed, our unique and special friend.
(Photo by C.F.- taken in Fall 2011 with his furangel, Sophie the Husky Princess & Homecoming Queen aka “Daddy’s Little Girl”)
The Boss Will See You Now
The old man lies in his
Bed, eyes closed,
Surrounded by family.
They watch him reach
Up and grasp at
Something they can not
See.
Last words they heard
Him speak was the
Name of his wife,
And then he was gone.
Experience
The experience was like a
wicked velvet tongue
before the dam broke…
block parties go all night,
I just gather peonies and
moonlight and save
them for another
evening
Never
I dipped one foot
Into the cold water of
Immortality, and some
Grand Horn blasted in
The emptiness
Never have I felt
Anything like the wonder
Of that moment
Cabin
In the warmth of my mountain cabin
Sitting in front of a crackling fire
I have time to muse on my life
Where it will take me next
Staring into the flames I see
That I can not do without the ones
I love
Wordman of Alcatraz 