1.
I am checking
what is vacant
lost and baking
first or second
beckoned leveled
streamed and raveled
right or wrong
weak or strong
sweet or sour
drained by hour
dragged by ear
tracked in air
loved forever
gulped by devils
swapped with roots
gone for good
2.
all I need
not to heed
being treed
prompt to bleed
who’s my foe
what’s my woe
can a heart
be a bard
may a soul
held in thrall
heave a sigh
rich in cry
poor in sound
out of bounds
out of sync
bold as ink
3.
here I am
from stem to stem
my old belief
an autumn leaf
the space I rent
is reticent
my time to share
in pain I bear
a resident
of moving sand
a president
of Neverland
and I am old –
a dice just rolled
a wind in mind
a seed to grind
October 29, 2014