Fisted Panic

Defiant fist
fractures
panic button

disconnect the reds;
just anxious wires

Wind & Owl

I lie in bed,
my head rested
at the window

listening
to the wind blow
yesterday & tomorrow

tranquil the sound,
an owl
hoots of now

Still here,
Undergoing
Fruitless pursuits,
Finishing previous
Encounters’ far-flung
Revolutions

Nonetheless,
still
here I am
breathing,
beating
a living thing

Still here, enduring

processed
& prepossessed,
predisposed
with all the rest

proclivities
& asinine
thought processes,
repossessed

the very best,
nonplussed
& mouth agape,
aghast

at last
a predetermined
idea, erupting
in a light bulb

flash of
inspiration
undone, wrong
it always was

and will be
in the end
the very same,
possessed

Looking for reason
where there is none to be found;
forcing haikus to rhyme

time is a tape deck

and we are stuck
on rewind,
fast to skip ahead

cassette,
eaten up inside

pause button stuck,,,
we try to pick up

our spilled black ribbon entrails

welcome
to the fold
be I embraced,
or be I stoned

it’s all the same,
it’s what I make
what I’m left with,
what I take

I have countless blessings,
I count them daily
I have made many mistakes,
I weighed them gravely
I have much to give
and I am loved

so sore
no less
love more
groan less
so soar
be bless
love more
groan less

and be a fuckin man

return
to the fold
be I embraced,
or be I stoned