An Experience With Space

A struggle with this
blank space
leaves
me drained—disengaged.
Without any interest
to create
give
life
to objects
man made.
These letters and spaces
feel lifeless.

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To the Untitled Works…of Mr. Pollock?

Waiting for the mood and blank canvas
To lead the hand and body

As globs of paint of red, teal, black, gold and others
Are spread across the plain surface.

It is mere chance as to
What shapes emerge.
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Splatters guided by gravity
And the flick of the wrist.

Some sand to add the texture
Of a roughened beard.

Several nails, old house paint;
All to give some character

To the taped down canvas
Spread upon the bare garage floor

Alternative Music, The Keys to Childhood

A song to pull me

Toward the past

Distant and gone.

 

A song to lift me

From one of many 90’s

Car drives, music blaring.

 

Picking and strumming

Basic beats that carry

The mini stories to their conclusion.

 

I stroll down moving stills

That reflect a blissful ignorance

That kept difficulties at a distance

 

Which only now 

Can be reflected on

With solemn observance.  

 

Virtuality Invitation

An open gate to
Bridge reality and
Virtuality is found
Upon a shelf surrounded
By many coded tales
Easily accessible.

Blocked from view with
Blocky text saying, “buy
After receiving an invitation.”
7th Door taunts and teases
A young viewer who
Is thrown a ladder so she too
Can join the journey to
Discover the ultimate level
Behind the seventh door.

Fat Body Faker

While traversing an ill marked trail
A fat body faker stood in the way.
With his tail raised high and his eyes glaring
That signature sound of sand against plastic
Signaled his presence. Closer inspection
Reveled the truth hidden by that false rattle tail:
No rattlesnake, but still just as deadly.

A few pictures for souvenirs aid jokes and
Retellings of how we walked past slithering death.
“He came at us!”
“He was waiting there when we
Doubled back!” Wide eyed, slack jawed
Strangers and family members nod, agree,
Even shake their heads at the encounter
With the American Copperhead.