The land around here looks like it belongs to the side of a lake,
it slopes downward gently, suggesting a meeting with water,
it front-yard-surfs on grass rippling winds,
it slowly sails under the puffy power of clouds.
but the water is in our bathtubs and sinks,
it is in our plumbing and it gurgles and clanks
when its alcohol content runs low.
Water is forced uphill by a secret pumping station
on the far shore of the State freeway.
When it rains we consider this a drowning,
none of us will swim, considering swimming
a prolongation of our ultimate dark night,
besides our above ground pools allow only space
for the whelping of baby seals, and we honor that.
There is of course, always ice for tinkling glasses.
If the rain persists, we are all drowned by evening
then we can only roll gently, and dare not trust
the floppiness of potted feet,
and so we tumble towards an imagined lake
one that waits for us
at the end of someone else’s drive.
However by morns early light
we are washed up on this tilting land again
and all is as dry as beached fish bones,
bones that are known to be reconstituted into pills
for the medication of occasional overbrightness.
We are joined at the hip
(all ribs borrowed);
at the core of time,
(the keeper of light)
abides a jewel
of perpetual return-
So trust
the deepening night
to have a healing way--
slip faithfully
from our hot canvas
of day
(running off
a cooling trickle--
separated lovingly
a blessing
such sleep
we are reconstituted...)
to be awakened
a fresh pallet
of prime and color....
They promised fountains
Flowing crystal streams
Cool refreshing waters
I want to drink till I am full
Why else would I journey to this desolate place
I walk over the bones of those who came before me
Their voices scream out from the dust
warning me to go back
Am I already too late
I retrace my steps until I dissapear
Surrrender
Leave behind the evaporated me
The next moment I am lifted
carried on invisible wings
Light as air
Have I been turned to dust
I look into my Savior's eyes
His tears become a stream
The banks overflow
I am refreshed
I drink till I am full
reconstituted
His promise has been kept
I am saved because he wept
With his body he paid my debt
Now his truth is the one I accept
You are making sound yet I strain to hear
reflecting back words with a broken mirror
All I can see is a distorted smile
It will improve when you live for a while
I don't know you at all we haven't met
Tricks aren't Magic they're a deceptive net
Happy to join you in palace or shack
dining like a King or eating a Big Mac
Like you I have been in and out of Love
True love now fits me like a custom glove
Only we can choose what will fall apart
Words can be strings that connect the heart
I have been rewritten many a time
reconstituted almost line by line
Poetry is helplful but it doesn't set me free
it is another way that helps me to see
Response to Abdul Malik's "Poetry Response". If you read my "Poetry" poem
then Malik's "Poetry Response" this will make more sense.
DIETARY CHOICE
Ultimate choice for slimmers, right?
Reconstituted dehydrated water - or water lite?
Bedded, supine, meditations probe.
Blasted retinal blurs strobe.
Fusion fuses non-images of nonentities
cosmiconsciuosness merges, purges.
Between beginnings,
astral travelers ego remnants roam;
escaping fusion, forming schisms,
uninvited entities race
down umbilical cords of light
reconnecting, self trace.
Reconstituted limbs paw,
brightness blinds,
blasted retinal blurs strobe..strobe
travelers return home.
Desert display
as Saguaro's spiny arms
raise to the darkening blue sky.
Days of heat waves
chase Ocotillo flower buds
drooping slowly in the mauve air
very still ... and then,
with the distant rumble of thunder
and a flash of lightening,
comes a first drop.
Coming fast, the rain begins
a flood within the gulch
and there, from nowhere,
from the nothing dust,
from the ether
reconstituted
as out of a mirage
appears by the side of the road ...
a toad.
master's of art , together they designed
two seperate kingdoms , only one to reside
amongst us they test ,our strength , our might
a theater uncommon to common sight
the most ancient of wars , the heavenly fued
breakdown the structure , become unglued
birthing of twins , constant companions
eventually choose our elected battalions
conflict , campaign , is considered insane
upheavals , bedeviled , exist on another plane
unbeknowst to most , remain in a coma
free reign to they who then direct our soma
imposters amongst us , at one time we knew
signed on against love , chances they blew
our hearts keep a record , thoughts and deeds
intent and purpose of the trails we lead
from understanding , we can rid ,the murky , polluted
and then move on to become reconstituted .