In the day room it is common
to catch one talking to the wall
the one with the clock.
There is something to be said for
observing time this way.
Not with words.

I move to the window, I don’t know if
It’s March or April, but contemplate the
rain anyway in the morning, it might still
be May of another year
or later
I can’t remember
today Her name was something
I could not put up with
this evening
Her hands take careful measure
making sure I see the way she snaps
the tarot cards down,
like a glass in a drinking challenge
I think
then I get her name from the air
and she says I could love you but I won’t
tells me I’m already tethered to the natural
world by the spirit of the wolf and adds
not for the first time
my heart leaps into the wind
on black wings, so fuck you
she says to me
lastly, looking down
Visiting hours are over
so I make my way quietly
across the room under the
nurses eye
towards the pouring rain
in whatever month it falls
It falls on us all,
lovely broken creatures.

Janis bounces past doorways

Like a honey bee

Softly, sampling each sweet note

In her head, only she can hear.

Her wild hair bounces

Its half length as if trying to

Grasp at the blue plumes of

Her cigarette smoke

snaking around her head.

Her shadow dives, spins and

Slides along the half lit corridor as

Janis echoes the lie she sang

about nothing left to loose and tries

to find her key.

All the colors first slightly blend,
Janis through the door again,
gold exploding in her head
between the wall and hotel bed

radio, dark night

Copyright 2012 *Sunontiepost           Janis Joplin Official Site

In the morning
purple comes first.

The sky has reasons older
than we can imagine for this

my friends are sleeping,
dreaming something tender
I can not keep up with…

So I think of, the new mother,
holding her child to her breast with a

severe and unending love,

All the promise she was born with
emptying into little eyes

and binding.
In Heaven angels sing.

This world with its blood rising

must not forget these two faces.

*Sunontiepost  (1999)


You are
you are
The chain tying me to the pole
next to a hole
in the basement of a house not
lived in and cold

outside though
flags and parades
signs of life

Those righteous

They come to kick you
so they can continue
on in this way

though some will see you
and walk away
from the hoopla
and shred their gowns and costumes.

you are
you are a
dangerous one
to dream
of a life

not forever burning down
always galvanized
by arching lightning

You can not even venture into
the light. Hold tight to the
chain while they kick and close your eyes.

Tell yourself,
it won’t last forever.


Copy Right 2012

( With a nod to Ursula K. Le Guin‘s “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

Thanks to:  my pen and me at http://mypenandme.wordpress.com/about/ for nominating me for this award!  It’s the first nomination I have received for my blog!

The Rules of Acceptance:

  1. Thank the person/people who nominated you and link back to them in your post:
  2. Share seven possibly unknown things about yourself.
  3. Nominate fifteen or so bloggers you admire.
  4. Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know and link back to them

Seven things you don’t know about me:

1.  When I was a teenager I was a Santa in a mall for a season and an Easter Bunny.

2.  I love my bought used Buick Lesabre more than any car I have owned.  Including a Mustang.

3.  I’ve worked on and off in radio since college in on-air and management positions and sometimes simultaneously.

4.  My favorite poets are Charles Wright, James Wright, Charles Simic and Mary Oliver.  In no particular order.

5.  If I came into a large sum of money I would buy a farm and start an animal rescue and activity center for the elderly and combine its use for pet therapy.

6.  I don’t think you have to go to church to be a good person or even a christian.

7. I have always wanted to play guitar and have never learned.  Iam going to start this year.

I also nominate the following bloggers for The one Lovely Blog Award:












Thanks to the above bloggers for such great blogging!


Brant (sunontiepost)

Let the traffic go slow

down York Street.


because the birds are singing

I yell for taxi drivers to lay off

their horns.


There are some things

only those of us who have forfeited

the right to love know

about song.


Today I pretend

that I can send my

heart out onto the

wind.  See its black wings

glistening in the sunshine

calm and serene.


God get me rest, time to think, help

me get closer to the river.


Long blue glacier

shrugging your shoulders

in the morning

having an ancient understanding

with the sunlight and the sea

At the top of the world

even your whispers go smashing

into good cold water trying

to say your name


A long wild lung strung over

the globe , like the lightning

that never stops to catch its breath,

never turns an eye toward the place where

it was born.



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