Hold on a sec
Whoa, slow way down
Its time for a drumroll and salute
For a black ant who has come calling
Paying no attention to my bigness
Nor hesitating in his quick beating the scene
To scoff at me, didn’t even cross his mind
Because he is prepping to pick up the world
Carry it back with his buddies
Dear God, did I forget female ants
About whom research indicates are stronger and more wise
Then, how did I know Mr. Ant was a He
stipha told me!
God bless ants, glorious little focused geniuses
Amazing me with their presence and renown
Busy cleaning up wicked crumbs around here
Nasty bug-eyed thoughts bouncing attitude
dead-end a minute
Rights and values gone blind
Politics and lies synonymous ugly
Animals, life, our planet getting a Jack,
on a course for calamity, gracious!
The Good one God concept of the mind
The individual Gods of religions battling
Twisted growth of developing nations
My occasional smoking, damn me
YET, there is a screaming good positivity
correcting strongly and its growing too,
fighting, which I believe in especially.
May it burst seams, hallelujah, with momentum.
And it is such a beautiful world everyday
A lovely damn life, let it exist.
Swimming from the toe tips,
ankles angsting salty up to the knees,
just me and my little body engine
morphing in a rhythm pulsing out to sea.
Hands digging into sand cloudy shore waters
stroking deep going for the mile marker,
“No-Boats” bouncing along.
Lost my bearing and I swear a mermaid directed me,
‘Hello there out to sea
Hey, I’m Joe, lost a wee, no marker? Hey.’
“Swelling Sea, the water, me
Watch the shore, pick a story behind your destination,
sweet returning, you’ll see,
in a darling downswell in a breeze.
You’re a lovely boy,” and then she was gone.
Found in her swell help
directing my salvation
from my dipping into kelp seaweed and water thinking
about shark fins cutting through blue before me,
going to breast stroke so I can see
the dip of fin before the bite into me.
And I slapped the salty barnacled buoy bouncing buoy.
Returned to the sand thinking no more of sea monsters,
sucking air on the lovely solid deserted cove beach.
Happy stunned in reverie,
found in the institute deep with her,
as I watch the soft black of near past twilight fading,
checking the cove, no one, hello there,
listening to her Pacific love enveloping.
On the porch dark alcove
light from the street directing how I see.
Distorted hanging pot vine shadows
waving in spade-subtle light tonight,
not how they might have been meant to be,
yet holy in their way that twists my thought
into nighttime midnight moving shades,
obscured imagination signing a spectrum of black hello.
Ok, well, the rain so really loved
has been blessing my greedy desires all year long.
There is a desire
Inside, felt sincerely,
when it comes, then sincerely thumps love with grace,
I think because its worthy,
to say nothing of Zodiacos bursting in flourescent rain power,
Zeus striking thunderbolts in the Cosmos for our downpours,
Tlaloc burning with goodness, a history of love, and feared as he pours.
And I shook my hose at you and hollered “dumb asses,
the abandonment of you, what! Damn! Come On!”
in the midnight dark white dotted.
Forgiveness not imagined by them,
considering my wishful for good state. I hope.
And it has been raining quite enough here lately.
I want green to grow, life to live, spirits to overcome,
and me to be pleased in the dreamy proceedings.
You were there.
And Poof! You were gone.
You and everything wonderful
Springing into Duh,
when sporadic drops in aliveness come creeping.
What is that about? Yug!
Disappointing drops by.
Hey, I want the buzz, damn, come on brain.
Can the noticing lows be ok
in a low sort of way,
a blooming crazy blast into dumb-grounded,
dumbed down and dolted mama!
Make it a time of contemplation.
Serious examination with tittilation on empty.
Sounds like a great time
Making the most of duh.
Just can’t wait for depression to drag its deadness by again.
A beauty mix of what have we here
lost in a,
and where, can you help me,
where did I go from there.