be not fearful of anything
but
a diminished view of one’s self
it took a second or two to put to and too together
and yet i am a taurus
and full of bullshit ?
i chose the following picture
as the topic of a poem at a poetry meeting
at a coffee shop i stumbled into randomly
dither no more
What i see begins w/in me
the eye, the portal
am i free, myself, to feel
both
fear and love.
have i taken care of my Self,
the temple that houses ...
I see, i feel, and
is comfort
or
recoil
my first instinct ?
am i secure enough to embrace
the inner/outer —
pain, i am accustomed to
it is beauty,
love,
serenity –
that is my struggle ...
f.u.b.a.r.
— the independent bar closes for the second time —
and someone still pays homage
grateful that is dead
following the light
in its stead
yet
past trauma and future anxiety
can only be dealt with in the now
touche’
almost back home from my reading riding writing excursion
and :
a second poem i wrote at the coffee/poem shindig, as the outro:
a sunday afternoon
the air pierced w/ sharp notes,
a community drawn together for a fix –
it's not the drugs per se,
but the shared experience;
set aside from the mundane fear,
pushed by the electronic dealer;
here the fear is injected ceremoniously,
to see a higher ideal —
not debasement
but a strength thru ...
transfiguration, amalgamation
integration.
Words flowing to touch
one another
via the sublime
air vibrating
from the tickling of the ivory
to the bellowing of lungs & [vocal] chords
To what end?
none, it's the ...
[sunday after-noon.]