Every now and then
Every now and then, good things happen . . . at the center of the universe where distinctive twangs echo back but not out & you have only 12 feet to slow or speed up to 65 mph and yield, not merge to the south? Or the Midwest? Or the plains, maybe, but fastened by a holy buckle and 30 tons of devotional bronze praying to 75 feet of steel and concrete reigning over a symbol of wealth and castles through narrow passages midway between the forgotten district that which is not spoken of and the McSouth, with brick and stucco and retention ponds and Applebee’s & Arby’s and Wal-Marts, the Targets . . . Outbacks and QTs, oh those QuikTrips . . . wonderfully everywhere and everywhere wonderful in contradiction to “OK”, which is short for mediocre, if spelling was not an issue for pretentious masses of cut-off jeans, barefoot through sticker patches in segregated communities, under green May skies, hauntingly still, then blows like a golden hurricane and Digger Phelps down the middle of America’s main street, winding in and out of an art deco wonderland of potholes through unmapped cherries while lone star playboys in melodic Caine’s of Mmm bop & Hee Haw reminisce of outsiders, liquor by the drink and illegal tattoos, & of beautiful Spanish houses with flags and never ending sopapillas zing up and down in exhilaration on rails that no longer exist beneath a skyline of accentuated romantic river strolls through lush casinos, unable to disguise polluted waters and greenwood fires & other sins, not yet extinguished, but no longer hidden in minds of loyal residents all choosing to be because. . . every now and then, good things happen . . . . . . . . . . .
Destiny, Unauthorized
An open book
I am not
Though many
Do I read
And writing
The future I will seize
In the cold
But Cleveland
Will not please
No Pulitzer
I shall win
To the beat
I will begin
Miami, Oakland
King James not K.D.
Nor OKC
Hardcourt dreams
Van Burren teams
Just 19
Reliability
The Right Ones
Hardcourt dolphins
fixated glance
A shaded moonlight dance in
Rainbow gold &
suspended
sur-reality
Turquois pasta
crashing in waves of
candlelit rows
Smoothie orange
lunar glow
and windshield wiper poetry
Too many cherries!
Salty virgin desert snow;
Quilted Max
on a wall and
the rock has yet to fall
Gun smoke passion in the Hole
Ten – in
Leopard printed priestly serenade on a rollercoaster ride through the Milky Way.
Lame duck wisdom and cheesy vanilla wafers?
April 24th
Tears and Landed dolphins on the
the long and
winding
road
Intoxicated angels
Gridiron naps behind orange doors. Oh Snap!! Long awaited thin blue line. No work today. Where are the instructions? Geographic hopscotch. Two squared along the way.
Beautiful
Benadryl
pufferfish.
Blue and red GAPs
Misty morning locks
of love
empty. dark. cold.
were
stood here
waiting
GIRL!!
An eternal lime green
search for dolphins
turtles & Georgia O’Keefe & The Mirror
Tongue twisted cherries from the blue
ocean breeze
Black & white and Nice Hat fantasies
butterflies, old & new
Reasons
Yesterday, Today, tomorrow
YOU.
MM-0
The sun
set over the island
Bright!!!
against the water
sailboats floating
by as we stood
on the wall
people pressing against
each other smiles
on every face drinks in
every hand street performers
Inviting strangers
arm in arm
Money paid
glass jars
gratitude
Song sung
off-key
No worries more to drink
December
shorts t-shirts,
nice hat!!!
Sloppy joes bearded singer
Waitress rushing
can’t miss
the sunset
Always the sun
Giving up Ambien
Because of the inertia of human thought, nations,
Like individuals, Change their ideas
Slowly though America feels herself Today to be thoroughly
Aroused and Awake, A group that worshiped
The Virgin Mary with Tense excitement prevailed throughout the country, but
Islamic art has been shaped by a strict restriction on images.
His entire speech was an apology For its size & A waste of money, and Life, a sham and blot on mankind He was even imprisoned for creating works that portrayed sexual images of very young female models for In that chamber, men became Slaves to emotion in our gym We test everything, so Set your feet together and straighten your arms and legs
On both is fell
with equal violence
Will you please
Go straight to hell
in a sea of liquid
The heads bobbing
in the water turn
mystery was solved
Then the hunter
quickly into black dots
and came forward
in bad weather,
and in their mist, stood
Fishing with dead
minnows through rickety
boards and the fish
is hooked, But never
landed because the
truck slides off
of the road and
shattered the human form
and deformed its body
Once it chanced
that
I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow Arch &
Outward and visible signs of an inward
and spiritual grace & When the sun withdraws the sand ceases to flow, but in the morning the streams will start once more and branch and branch again into a myriad of others &
Sunny and on a kayak and looking for turtles and dolphins and alligators, while Warm wind blows the stars around and I really want to see you tonight
Because
This world is a miserable one to me
except in its connection
with you
Walking with statues
the origin of my inquiry
down a corridor paved with stone and
green and yellow, red and gold
guardians reaching out to deflect allowing only that light was needed in rays upon a bridge that safety was half missing the other
can you choose to die at 5 or 7 or fate did make the choice? not in benevolence for benevolence is not found in a mother’s silent grief, then who?
does the door open to
the world where life found
under water to be pulled
in from my peaceful cast,
if I were capable of such choices at
the moment with
nets cast from under robes so plain and hidden behind alabaster walls and empty books blindly written and followed to catch life from lifeless waters? No! it is death that calls
arising up and out in winding
search terracotta images holding answers for which the journey began
for prophets, on
thrones and know the answers? or know only that we don’t understand through pews of rosaries and bended sacrifice to God or god or gods or what is.
“The trail ends”
What Not a fool
In satin intimacy
through which fortune
undeserved
Artistry in a Mediterranean flower splashed
across unfading
composition of
vibrant yellows, orange
and reds & hues of
olive green strokes and bathed
in oils poured from the
exotic
radiance of a
never ending morning.
strange Politic(s)
People have opinions? Very hardy has a laugh. I don’t understand the meaning of reason in this context . . and . . You can never know what a person is thinking at a specific moment in time.
Gay did come out as a woman. OR The other is merely a repetition of the same, BUT the other language echoes the first . . . in spite of its difference!
Did ever date boys? and if so, when did she stop?
They exist through reciprocation of their reason and a person feels about something that they did or experienced in the past.
Wears more makeup.
How is something different the same?
deepest are insecurities. What does “taking a place” mean . . . . to occurrence? … A person’s real Closet is truly liberal or is a conservative.
Uses a highlighter to keep her place in the story.
That something is occurring means it is taking place, or taking a place, in the space of appearance.
A person when they are all alone and know that they have complete secrecy and a discontinuous and contradictory language of scintillation.
This appears to be incomplete.
the grand experiment
A five-minute
Conversation with
average leads to
which commits suicide synonymous not
with and never lasts long and is
but the most abominable and
no
religion,
nobility of
merits or talents
and of
riches,
but
merely upon numbers that
Wastes, exhausts and murders itself pure with
perfect character, but
which leaves the body and goes for
the soul to
break the will to
resist by the
Bludgeoning of the
people
by the people
for the people
Philadelphia
Of steel-toes & leather
aluminum through chain
linked gates The colorless
unwashed
United
in steel and blood &
sweat, pride and
smoke
lost
in macramé and faded hues of sepia and
Unemployment lines.
a complicated relationship
boy . . . . . . . .
Reunion memory
back and
forth jeeps
cars bowling
baseball cancer
death! the
Baileys kids
absentee sympathy
football cry
baby divorce
defiance Sooners
poker cards
girl soccer
wives pussy
California ski
ball garage
sale broken
arm severed
sissy motorcycle
friendship
uncle? coach
other kids
Germany dice
anger Pepsi
. . . . . . . . man
all men are created
My life is almost wholly unexplained
The next stage is the sun
A ludicrous expression of uncertainty
already faded with age.
What is he, exactly?
Slimy obscene creatures, insane
free at last
Just a dream that destroys the meaning
Now, I do not understand
I cannot be friends with a freak, but
you are so gorgeous
On the street, we smile.
All right. Mr. Power!
In the great White race
we in the sleeve of Satan
ignore the coming of the Christ.
Go to the woods and live deliberately
Let perspectives perish with ourselves
Snarled in the wrack of your wit
No?
He wants it to be my turn.
Allah’s goodness is promised to all
walk together children
in the loom of language.
Did she think of leaving me any dinner?
I’m fine
Why wouldn’t I be fine?
Warmth Uncertain
is it time to forget beauty? On my kayak
in the Keys
it’s cold before a sunset,
to you.
but where do you feel the warmest?
Beyond the new
held within a
specific pocket
of time.
auteur,
abstract and
adamantine.
Anything
in the nearest warm place. Whoever is.
post-modern?
modern.
Who do you go to when
the popular view of beauty becomes ugly
Richard’s life is a left brain/right brain battle
and
You are losing
Ric Walden Poetry 