Picking loaves from the middle, dumpsters
portent chance decreeing luck of the day
she is foxed gems hidden in sewn seams, that one.
Jumping from the fry pan into the fire, resourceful
looking for safety nets, self woven strengths
he is overflowing vibrant potential, that one.
Inside locked gates, for your safety of course,
12 to a room, retired navel base,
at the mouth where great rivers
kiss the wild sea, hero’s greeted as newbie
teenage prison sleepover containing
restraining, retraining head-strong rebellion,
free thinkers leave your bags and take notes
there will be a test at the end.
lines crossed, in the time before
computers, cell phones, choice,
destiny weightless with dense resonations
offering clear directives, clarity selective
over open waters and across time.
naked at open gates, roads doing what roads do
hairless apes altered into aimless warriors
sprouting callow wings navigating
dinosaur soup shaped into wheels
Pythagorean equations offering obfuscations
of what it all really means to be free to fail.
27 years traveling parallel paths
wet fingers stuck into the wind judging speed
velocity distance accuracy dead eye determination
selfless wonders meeting at a moss covered crossing
in grand oral tradition held fireside for the easily impressed
a dramatic retelling of the odyssey of the blind lovers
who dared dialing Hades and always called collect.
artwork: HAWA 2015 oils (available for purchase)
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