Unscripted

Living life live
moving all moments
into how it is now
mind opened free of past
habits gone like sand
slips through fingers
free of all self-consciousness
completely available
for what does or doesn't come
of anything or anyone.
No pretensions all
possibilities exist within -
the laws of nature
keep every atom in it's orbit
dependably no need to worry
every pattern in nature discernible
to pattern readers
yet the variety of circumstances
brings creative complexity
even lawlessness shows a pattern
predictably unfolding forward
so what chance is there really
of failing so miserably at anything
all that lives, lives till it dies
some wheat lives browning at it's crown
a long, long time - no rains come
and for others the lush green blue
lives for you - for your bread
and cows as you walk waist deep
singing songs from some soul force
forever unscripted that emerges
while musing crossing streams
between fields entering and exiting
the stage, percussive under bare feet
houselights dark, stage spots hot
as she casts out her fiery lines
shaped by distance and intimacy
stories of love and war in her neighborhood
and among her own kin
she spits out stones of damned indignation
sliding into long velvet gloves
of glory day-dreams
like a slide projector changing images
entire gestalts projected out of her
unscripted lines of rhymes, punctuated
by foot stomps and giggles and the occasional
moment of silence as the world hangs turning
strobe lit into solid technicolor
you recall yours too in those moments
unscripted in which the dance of life
unfurled you beyond the shelter
of your porch and that kitchen
those towns people and the dog that sleeps
under the truck into the high
rise job interview, into vows, into apologies,
into love letters. into newscasts, into poetry,
into every choice that is this day
becoming this night becoming this week,
this month, this year, yesterday, last week,
last month, years ago.
Epitaph: unscripted lines left open
lilac drifts by just now.

Fast Pitch 2

She was on her third drink in the second hour
at Charlie's place where it was crowded on the dance floor
and the DJ was bumping steady house rhythm, irresistible
as it was for moving she was still on her stool at the bar
contemplating, wishing and dreading what might or might not
be walking through the door any minute now but she'd lost
track of time after the second drink and was no longer
even hearing those thrusty bass lines, she was in her head
repeating the last conversation they'd had over and over
and so she was almost jolted off her seat when
Mr. Slick slid up behind her, hands on her shoulder
index finger on her lips, looking her over, there was no
fast pitch going on here - the move was already working
the whole dynamic into antilogic love madness, she knew...

There is both

Not enough love
and the kindness of strangers
not enough time
and things taking too long
not enough freedom
and boundaries that are too loose
no end to it
and certain death
not enough money
and I just ate very well thank you
not all of you
and almost enough of you
my emptiness
and my fullness
cold dark spring rain
and warm joyful spring sun
Mom's brain cancer
and stereoscopic radiation surgery
long full stressful days
and short not enough sleep nights
moving all of my stuff again
and sitting still right now
politics, spin and divisiveness
and coming together once in a while
too much bureaucracy
and a need for regulations
endless ways to lose ourselves
and plenty of signs and directions
more than both, duality
and all the in-between.

Pathetic

All of me yearns
aches to stay open
to love

By way of need
is always a path
to love

Resenting so much
need disappearing is the path
to love

Tending to give
too much not enough left
to love

Expecting to be betrayed
my back turned
to love

Tears fall in spring
here's to life other than
to love

This turn of the wheel
the fates find us lost
to love

In a tragic film the Great Actress,
Great Goddess settled for less
to love

"I did what I had to do" - she says
there are no mistakes made
to love

Adored is not loved,
young is too shallow
to love

Love and death
Death and love
Love to death
Death to love
and still I ache
to love

My heart broken early
significant damage
to love

Still love with a limp
struggle to keep up
to love

Frequently fall behind love
miss the bus of love
experience love foreclosure
homeless heart
wanders, wonders
and regardless, here - here is
to love.

Bodymusic

From the contrast

of no touch

and used to it

to the recognition

of all that was missing

registration opens

oceans of deep letting

in as your body presses

the length of mine

hands gliding skin smoothing

rounding rolling muscles

tugging articulations

elbows shoulders hips sinking

into bony hollows

soul doorways to the big

exhale sometimes sighing

moaning breathing into it

no, not sexual yet

sensual all sensual

all senses on

listening in

the tactile kinesthetic world

eyes closed to go

further no more thinking

the world is somewhere

who cares when goose bumps are

rising behind the gentle

glissade of tuned tips hitting

all the right notes

bodymusic entrained

relaxed rhythm

as primal as oceans

and evolutions

of the sun this feeling

of being held and brought home

to these bones safe

and familiar

old new friend

timeless for right now.

Fertile Moon

Full moon fathers follies
fertile women rage
like the swollen spring river
the momentum pushing
laboring women to birth
new babies, new selves
girls become women
ready or not
full moon fertile women hot
and locked in the tower
take their daily walks
broke slipping baby things
into pockets, no one kept
them forever worn in lockets
they are a sheltered scattered lot
some sweet and innocent, some not
some mama instict strong
some Mama stuff severed and gone
so try again and again
phantom baby pain
never goes away
always feels like its still there
so who's crazy, who's lazy
who cares today; some go to jail
some go back to violent lovers
some stay in the tower
till rescued by themselves
many moons later.

Business and Pleasure

That the joy of sex

leads to childbirth wrecks

so many marriages

in the years of carriages

for those who are challenged

with business and pleasure

balanced askew

business weighing down

heavy not much sexy now

lots of frowns around here

unless the heart can steer

past the myriad of lists

and the lover inside insists

and persists to pursue and woo

the diamond hidden away too

precious and wasting its light

because beauty seen right

creates a lust for stealing

moments and looks and feeling

so right and ripe for the taking

dawn sparks love-making

before the kids are waking

and will hear how with tears

love has come with sex and years

of loving diamond hardened strong

and nothing here is really wrong

and business and pleasure

one’s carriage holds together

and the joy of sex

makes all the better.

Restless Soul

Always moving
Nomad woman
there's no place
like home
is where your heart is
sweep the hearth
wash the dishes
return there
after dark
alone
this temple
to thine own self
be true
a construction
an assemblage
of moves
Gypsy on the fly
portable alters
truck full, pots clanging
plants, cat, me
adjusting again
finding North for my pillow
each time
big mother E
is where I'll lay
in the end
final rest home
nomad soul
will move on.