Where did my legs go this time?

perhaps, into the waters off Oahu,

Tiger sharks at my feet.


Tonight my loving wife and

my sweet mother won’t sleep

the machines will go beep beep beep.


Yes, count your friends

count them on one hand.

whenever you are ready.


This has been such a long siege.

swallowing pride, choking on pain,

do I really have to do this again?


Eric Clapton’s, “How Long Blues

plays again, I have washed myself up

to wreck, presently to be broken.


Whatever breaks was meant to be

broken. Who said that? Maybe me, I’m

too close to the floor now to write poetry.


This is gonna hurt!

My shoe!

Copyright2015  Sunontiepost*

*a penname*

Note:  Yes, #7 was supposed to be funny.

Choke and swear

waving hands side to side,

just to get my message

past the blood-red tide

coursing in my veins, loosed from

collapsing rooms, that are dark with

dread, always pounding doom.


I come out from behind my eyes.

I can see you from ten feet high,

can’t come down till the

voice inside

says I’m the circle

not the line

drawn across my face

and time.

for Rachel

I almost forget the Foxgloves but

remember them setting the red

watering can down.

Their dark green poise

cries out, wildly, against the canvas of colors

that festoon the deck I call

Rachel’s Garden.

They must be thirsty too, so I

drew more water, more blue crystals

imagining their tender roots reaching in darkness

determined to be strong as above

their long curved lips dream

and drink from the sun.

I pour the meal like rain

coming down over the center as

suddenly the cicadas wake

wind out their song together,

a fluttering ancient whine

from the trees, that also dream,

also drink

I need time to think

hoisting the red watering can in

Rachel’s Garden.

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A shuffle
arms move to some beat

balance that groove
Where are your dancing shoes?

caught in the combine
threshed for good measure
set to burn with the miracles and

you cant sell your life for
money now and the tomb
you came from
caved in

only stones left
filled with fire and
ripe for throwing
reaching for them.

Then lands the first one for
you to realize
you were never here
never were

the whole time



Under the shade of the Bradford Pear
the old red dog’s nose down
Insisting something has  been there
Sniffs, snorts, her eyes turning to me
Ringed now in silver and serious.

She must think I am a poor judge of this
Piece of land we’ve carved out and
Declared our own. I am the pitiful
Observer at the end of her leash
Doomed to survive her in what are
Surely her last days now adding
Up to thirteen years plus.

So I let her lead me,

  even in the rain and
The heat that decays because
 I know
Her great heart sees me, and I see her back
Her body trying to betray. She keeps
Moving, stumbles, keeps moving,
Loves with all her understanding
This broken man somehow a
Stranger to the world around him

lifting her back up gently
  from the center. Gently with

no thought of death, ignoring pain.

Not for the first time
Under the Bradford Pear
I send up some heavy prayers
Asking whomever lives up there
To make this thing called a soul
Inside me
Love without condition, like her
To let the light shine out from me
for once and forever and
See completely inside the
Temple of the dog

Live forever in the lifting of the fog.

Sunontiepost 2015

No shout to come forth
Is needed today
Where the sun shines so
Complete and in the wind
” A miracle”, he says
then stepping boldy
From the garage in
Halos of smoke
Looking strong in the
Reaches his hands towards
Heaven and swears
“No pain!”

What spirit did this?
Hiding beneath a stone
that’s just one place
It, she, he
Calls home.

I think we need to
Keep looking
Look closer, look
You see
I’m not sure he lives, at least,
Not like he once did and
There will be those who
Cry foul.

Lazarus! Your good
Fortune offends

So maybe

Choke them with their own
Ties so they scream
For a Jesus who has
Left the station to bless
The burning trails of a
Failing nation
And ask for the hatchet
of its legislation
Be buried alongside the
Soulless corporations

So we can get on with this
Beautiful day.


Copyright 2015

That thought I can’t follow to it’s end breaks like water

with the force of the sea

onto cold rocks and drifts away leaving me in the

fog and mist baptized against

any certainty.


My eyes sweep the floor as if your

words could fall and be found arranged

so when I get to the


I will scramble to put them together

tell you what you want to know

You see me do this and it’s a place

you know you can’t go.

Just know that the love has not been burned

out of me.

but, one more thing…


In this place I swear at the devil

on approach in his long black coat as

he dangles a silver garrote

moves very close

makes me promises

wants me to choke on my pride

make me painless

live or die how I want

If I would just say some words for him.

Pain. It’s the only thing.

I know not to answer, try to look away, except

he  put his arm around me when all I wanted was to be like the man I was once or thought I was or was I dreaming and dreaming of… what am I now ?

the devil gets his last words in, “one in the pipe waiting for you mother fucker see you soon!”

Fire and lightning run through me.


I will stand up again to tell you

what I’ve learned

even though I lost your words

I am certain that by

love , we don’t always know

what we’ve been saved from …


copyright 2015








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