into the hand i glow
cheshire and toothy
evocative blue symbols
transmit across airspace
cupped in concentration
enter the mind at warp speed
trigger the trip switch
of understood and recalled
suction of kiss
intimate grip
beyond corporeal presence
mystic colors arise then dissolve
at the same time there as here
a languid swoon
for lack of real contact
but worthwhile in the meanwhile
to check and recheck
these humming communiques
she explores dignity’s
dimensions
bends metal
with her mind
this motivational surge
compelled by conviction
not truth
is interrupted by “DROID” alerts
she ponders the plodding
accuracy of artisans
[if the railing turns a corner
inaccurate measurements
can occur]
so many studs to consider
she finally sees the difference
between brain machinations
and anvil
parallel fires
as she descends
into her sanctuary
full of unread Taoist tomes
decades of paper to shred
stock travel in trucks
edible leaves out of reach
in this car, self portraits
accumulate in virtual piles
some friends do not reply
but share salient articles
daily vocabulary appears
plenary, in single incidents
the feel of dreams, deep
in hypothalmic juice
the sink is polished,
mayonnaise away, order reigns
We weren’t serious but had to be electrically adept, get the attic door painted, and re-grout the bathroom. My affective filter registered low so it was time to choose a Life Stage Management plan. Nano was the new mini and we couldn’t honestly hang that blue fruit basket in the kitchen without impinging our view into the desiccated front yard. We were roaming around with head lice in an identity piece connected to suffragettes. There was the hope of a reflective partner, someone with a well developed angular gyrus , able to utilize a stepping stone approach. Once we’d covered the basics of organization-navigation and located application pointers in the dock, we were ready to unlock each others’ passwords. We found what we wanted by rotating our desktops then put the house icon on top.
we echo like se awful
remake poorly filtered
cross our arms and look
down on the trendy
grimace of the ten
year old as he confronts
his empty wishing well
full of cell phone fantasy
and late night swims
hidden in the dark
a place our aging
hearts rarely venture
that death place
that earliest fall
his thumb joints
will wear thin
and capitals
disintegrate
the espresso
pulled long
run cold
even with the ringer
off I hear the Droid
buzz sense my sons’ calls
one wants to drop-by
the younger needs his compression shorts
long distance friends insist
their way past my determined
persona past my candle-lit
intention into various conversations
e-mails bing on the multi-window screen
Attend! Attend! they command beyond
power of choice while Facebook lures
demonic detachment to scroll past everyone
else’s breast cancer, freedom, publication
exhaustion and articles pop-up to Exclaim!
Proclaim! Declaim! while meager efforts to refrain
from merging with virtual traffic
take all the energy I can muster
my husband, ensconced in legalese does not
even know I’ve texted my loneliness from
the dry autumn trail where ghosts do Tai Chi
and dog walkers attempt to communicate
as I pass by in search of a more expansive view
one where the tops of trees and blue sky outweigh
the risk of wanting or needing to cry
smart boards lit with variables
that slip from one side of the equation
to the other, sans warning
the redolence of spike lavender
tangerine, rosemary oils dripped
onto the diffuser and plugged-in
effervescence reminiscent of outdoors
within reach, the way fingerless gloves
ameliorate the ride to school
tiny buddha statuaries held
captive in tiny ziplock bags
our personal trigger fingers, turgid
neurogenic memories disrupt
dinner table conflict as the latest
admonishment puts everyone en garde
historic slurps or the grate-and-isolate
of echolalia prove some point while
we collect unconscious vestiges
wax encrusted candelabras and myriad
lamentations, the claw marks of a gassed
generation, the prostate of a survivor
haunted, we cannot fathom our distinct
despair until after the downward spiral
in pink flannel pj’s to purple velvet solace
in the blue-light-blink of wireless speakers
the sympathetic nervous system’s disorderly
conduct, our contiguous traumas unravel
a dimmed amber light beckons the comfort
zone of sorrow, the welcome back of a Yoda
bandaid perched like hope on Pandora’s wrist
after a psychic download
that vituperative attempt
to undermine autonomy
the gravel-voiced men
shrug-off misogyny
obesity resembles a laugh track
while sexy photos of naked feet
are casually posted on Facebook
her hybrid escape idles
the dead stream
and her trusty droid
recites its name
into the ambient void
up an open stairway
a tuxedo cat mewls
the eccentric intellectuals
dissect a translated walk-about
can the song-lines of an Israeli mother
magic realism intact
tortured lover in tow
reflect a whole gender
on the constant brink
or is this another pilgrimage
into imaginary remains
uncertain
within 24 hours
a new Non-Fiction takes over
a deflated I love you balloon
leans into oncoming traffic
speed limit sign flashes: 39,
35, 40, 32 and cars slow
fuel efficient engine purrs
to the Grateful Dead
gliding, almost autonomous
into afternoon