sliding door quandry

 Come in and forget the past
I have lived and yet still crave living
Let me break you you open and fill you with new dreams
Ones that give flavor to your tastebuds

A feeling of pleasant hunger in your gut
Inexplicable wonder in your mind
As you stand there and calculate if you should enter
Don't pretend you are someone that you are not

leave excuses and inventions behind
The door doesn't open or close it slides
That neutrality turns me on
It's neither too impulsive nor passive

It's glass so I can drink coffee behind it
watch your face twitch as you wrestle with the decision
Unlock it if you step forward
And sigh in both relief and disappointment if you leave

Unblinking symmetry

Goat's strange symmetry.
Looking right through me.
A species it seems incapable of fear.
broad horns down to pointed beard.

Rectangular pupils observe me.
It ignores the trough that holds it's feast.
It's body shakes it's snowy fleece.
Strange restlessness in the beast.

My spirit feels it in these years of dominion.
The goat doesn't smile but I feel it grinning.
It does not bleat nor does it aggress.
It does not fuss nor does it stress.

It stares that deep unsettling analytical stare.
As if it is absorbing the world through eyes aware.
Then it kicks up on ready hardened hooves.
Stands before you barely see it move.

It comes to investigate the afternoon.
It's sculpted features a spiritual vaccum.
Taking in our human vibrations.
No vacillation, no expectations.

It knows what type of person I am.
and clambers the fence to lick my arm.

Packing the van

 He happened on the car, She was still packing it.
For her holiday.
The flight attendents in light turqoise uniforms.
Their stylish shoes making crushing sounds over the gravel parking lot.

Were they there to help.
Or just compare the skills of a great housewife.
To their own capacity to pack an area with baggage.
They came out semi smiling and professional.

These hostesses lost their flight decades ago.
Now we see them rummaging around carparks in the wider state area.
Like homeless deer, Or deer without a forest for animated cartoonish cultureless brains
Packing and unpacking people's items into cars probono.

Planting apricots

 On the land I planted apricots
In Portuguese they are called damascos
Like the city in Syria
A place where they were once traded apricots

The grassy expanses house those little shrubs
thick and water thirsty
dried grass seed heads limp and brown
fresh new shoots near the base

I pulled it out in clumps
Dug through the shallow silt
Into the deep rude clay
poured soils bark and sand

Then I poured water from a jug
I blessed the roots
Capilliaries became thick underground arms
And every year I was honored with a harvest

When you gotta go, you gotta go...

 While the trip was being planned my bladder troubled me.
I needed to pee quick and there was nowhere or nothing to pee into.
So I grabbed a construction helmet and while noone was looking I peed.
I moved the rest of my gear to the car which was open.
To my relief the poeple standing around it were water works staff.
I went back into the cafe to get my wife and the rest of the stuff.
The scene was awkward a man had put the hat on,

Urine running down his face, none of that previous pride.
I pretended not to see as I picked up the rucksack.
The yellow liquid drip dropped onto his jeans.
He was too affected by the whole thing to even move.
He got out his packet of camels and attempted to light one.
in a kind of nostalgic shit happens kind a way.
But a yellow drop the helmet put the ember out.

I think I enjoyed the experience as much as he did.
Not very much.

The stray cat jumped through the window

 The creature came in and lay on me.
At first I thought it was something wild and sinister.
Then i could feel it's form and notice it was just a housecat.
It was an abandoned animal looking for home.

Once exposed to things it didn't want to live through.
Now seeking a protector through me.
But could I do the job well.
Would I be patient?

The cat looked up from the bed and became human.
Dark hair and eyes and seeking comfort.
Seeking a sense of human warmth.
all that was left was to snuggle.

Trump's bioenergetics

 Donald trumps lips and face.
People say he is an extrovert,
but those lips have become tighter.
Compounding through Epstein stress.

The voicebox louder.
The charm begs tweaking.
The comb-over pheno greeked.
The glare says stay out!

The vocal cord pulses into the narcissism,
but another cord pulses into approval seeking.
He began the seductor, and ended a provoker.
The inner trump a villian unknown.

The outer trump a hero.
One checking on the other.
Nosy brothers
and personal altercations.

A man who doesn't know what he truly wants.
But tells himself he does through the indulgence.
The indulgence of food and luxury.
The indulgence in women and sex.

The inner trump lost in the ocean of deviated desires.
The outer trump all focus all machinery for calculated soundbites.
For news theater that echoes through languages and channels.
America needed an Icon and Netan-yahoo needed a puppet.