Honest Chaos

My people

married their first cousins

and passed on crooked backs

and congenital deafness -

my people scraped desert island hills

into terraces

and pleaded with the earth -

my people gathered the rain

in cisterns hidden beneath their huts.

There was never enough,

and poverty only begets beauty

and generosity

in the movies.

It's only true children are fear

and jealousy.

And that is why my people

set sail

and did not

return.

Friend from Childhood's Last Days

Would I recognize you
all these years later
friend from childhood's last days?
From bottomless time playing Atari
and banana seat bicycles 
riding over cracked sidewalks
late into summer nights?
How have you aged, with a
dad-bod belly and a receding hairline?
or are you just divorce-worn,
living alone
except every other weekend?
What have you become, 
what with your skills at Space Invaders
and your facility with the Rubic's Cube?
If you saw me,
would you know me?
Would we pull out two Huffy's 
from behind the shed of memory
and pedal off together once more
by the blue glow glory of the street lamps?

Spoken word.

https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2022/11/when-it-was-not.html 

A spoken word piece about the frustrations of being young and not knowing better.

See https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2022/01/youth.html 

At the end of a semester, saying goodbye. The class vs. the students.

Text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2021/05/empty-classroom.html

text here: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2021/05/the-game.html

Text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2012/08/45365-driving-to-work.html

Text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2012/08/45365-driving-to-work.html 

Text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2012/09/50365.html

text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2012/09/57365-4-in-morning.html

text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2012/05/16365-heaven-on-earth.html

Text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2012/09/53365.html

text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2012/09/52365-running-on-old-trails.html

Text: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-hustle.html

what the devil wants

https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2021/05/bargaining-with-devil.html 

Dancing and being young - so delicate.

the one thing that allows us to see each other as human

A meditation on letting go of desire.

https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/2021/03/a-meditation-by-tree-upon-noble-truth.html

Friendship is a choice.

Fifty and not dead.

So many perfect days.

Do you see me looking at you looking at me?

Because what else would you call your giraffe?

Coffee makes everything better.

Reflections on leaving an old home.

Hearing things in the woods.