Cora gypsy

 I see you dangling legs off the abandoned building

From way up there you must know how to fly

You see the land below and choose the best spot

You will feed and you will vomit

I see you raise wing to acknowledge me

Drying out in the sun like washing on a line

Navigating the shade in the midst of midday

after celebrating the early morning fog

Walking on the ceiling at midnight

your head not far from the floor

The risk of kicking off

and being swallowed by the night sky

We dirty humans offer you a great feast of carrion and scrap

As the peasant a millenia ago

We have not evolved, yet you have

digesting hellish diseases on each carcass that you feed

Early necessity

 I hear your cry through the wall

Desperation perforating

You never begged to be born, or did you?

Early morning doesn't let you sleep

under your blanket

existing for the breast only

The crying starts quietly

Then rises to a moderate crescendo

Just what ails you little one

You've arrived here in this little thumb of reality

this nub of a milk bottle

observation and feeding

They'll lose their identities inside you son

baby talk and reassurance

as you cry the whole night through

Warmth of the workout

 Melt through metal

artificial grass

smash through the noise makers

lift yourself up

you are the sun

the one that warms me when I need a gram of...

inspiration

Move through the weight

through the posers

the dreamers

you are the real thing

give me your tan

give me that funny feeling I need to get closer to...

excitement

check the time

put another song through headphones

push effort through the bone and muscle

through the last repetition

I admire you

Left behind

 Would you adore to have a solution to your life
You think yearning is stupidity

That developing is fake
That one is enough as they are

It might seem like I am damaged
Because there's always something I work on

Not hoping someone will love me for who I am
When I can never stop growing

The world shows you again and again
How valuable you convince yourself you are

The carpet under you comes slipping out
The same carpet you painted red

Don't seem to have to prove anything
Born into royalty so to speak

I am the ridiculous having to prove myself
To seek and constantly find and refine

Improving must feel fake
You must be perfect as you are

Would you adore to have that certainty
Things are the way they are you say

When infact everything is always changing
People like you are left behind

My twin brother guilt

 Guilt walks beside.
Noone to confide.
Just the accuser.
A twin insistent.

Bringing up the mistakes.
Decisions make or break.
Lawyer's interrogatory tone.
A path possibly alone.

My crooked aspirations, evidence.
My essence toward freedom, confession.
Feelings create the divine serious trial.
Truth condemns, can't live in denial.

The gates of betrayal.
Glorious tribunal.
Conscience fails
Sense of justice.

Outside the case presiding.
Garden still waits for water.
Keyboard waits for hands.
Unfinished page, words.

Solitary Shining Thin Line

 It wavers in the breeze
A line of sunlight marks it
a dog barks, a car backfires
It moves to and fro

It shivers and budges
prostrate in prayer
Gratitude for its roots
often dust falls between

Sometimes rain
Sometimes shoes boots paws
Always the breeze
The gleam dressing the margin

The vein on the blade 
Holding the sun
On a striking leaf of grass
that refuses to be part of the clump

Unflatten myself

 Would I lose myself...
If something happened?

Approach me suddenly,
catch me off guard,
what will I do?

Stop looking outside.
Yet my eyes and heart,
keep turning outward.

You place me in your headlights!
and leave me there like roadkill.

Still I survive.
Pull myself back together,
and return to repeating weeks,
always watching for you.
In the corner of my vision,
like a frightened animal.

Is it savage
to want more space in the heart?
To seek different forms of love,
in a world built on hiding places?