Deja Vu arrived today delivered by 
      Fed Ex
           Fed Ex
                 Fed Ex

as always efficiently to my
      doorstep
           doorstep
                doorstep

Just when I thought my package was there it came
       again
             again
                  again

over many lifetimes when time reversed itself
running backwards away only to repeat
       mistakes
            mistakes
                  mistakes

Skewed perceptions locked in time and space
alter alternative reality that all is at once
allowing us to choose.

But that sometimes sneaks up on the unaware that we 
have all been here before.

The skateboard king twirls his own  

tenuous tricks to the sound of 

one hand clapping alone

for his stupendous trove. 

 

Achilles looked on with envy 

cursing the arrow in his heel.

Paris smiled silently

at the shimmering seal.

 

The King’s last one slick snare

failed and bailed out to one

bright Pleiades in mid-day flare.

All clapping was finally done.

The poet has died, no more songs to sing.

No more profound words to write in

the tattered coffee stained notebook

with a worn out pencil he took.

 

He died last week a month ago,

a year or millennium so,

How did he live, how did he die?

Many are those who wonder why.

 

Had he written too much sad verse?

Were there no more poor rhymes to curse?

Did drugs take that deft mind?

Too many words he could not find?

 

No more, no more words of prayer.

No more words for high ladies fair.

No more words of life, death and love.

No more cooing songs of the dove.

 

Do all the poor poets who die alone?

Each now sit on a golden throne?

Do they rhyme in heaven or hell?

There are none to come back to tell.

the room entered me

as soon as i walked in

exploding imploding brain

with chatter noise

crazy loud talk

about impressionists

buddhists bohemians

poets bikers modernists

insane drunk sober

unbearable chatter 

noise not enough

tequila to ease my

quiet angst hysteria

exploding imploding 

brain cells dead mind

numbing shatter noise    

Lolling on a hazy summer day, drool running down 

my chin my beer tipping precariously as eyes closed off

consciousness slipping sneaking me into a soft slumber nap.

 

A busy curious house fly landed on my nose to walk around 

its new found planet for exploration or to search for food

discovering nothing moving on for a more fruitful endeavor.

 

Startled awake by my visitor and a sip of warming beer, music 

floated across space and time from a far off place not my own

containing children’s shouts and laughter and splashing water.

 

A soft breeze chilled my beads of sweat stirring the humidity 

laden air containing smells of charcoal grills, burgers and hot 

dogs being readied for families as they gather on shaded patios.

 

Such summer days become hazy

remembered now in blizzard 

hard winter cold empty white 

dawn my dreams interrupted 

only to crawl out from under 

deep down not enough to warm 

this heart on this short day.