These twin sisters finish

Each others’ sentences,

This strange twist is

They  start  them.

.

One started how there’s no stopping

When ones’  wounded in hatred;

“The malev..violence at the mall,”

“A machine gun in a car”,

Said her sister, as she went so far to

Read the paper.

“I  know him.

Y’know,  He reminds me of the fraud

In a camouflaged cap

Who was there begging for another vague veterans cause.

When I passed, he aggressively addressed me,

‘Enjoy your Free dom’. Yeah,  that’s him

In the paper”

.

One started how there’s no stopping

One  wounded in love.

“In truth, when one’s  sweet tooth

is acting up, often, off the map,

It’s true, House cats that come

From the darkest rooms & the farthest lawns

Are drawn to Sweet Tooth’s lap,”

Her blood sister could only flush.

yr thinner, inner landscape was inscribed, was

vapid.  insi Pitity.

me, I was a hundred mindfields away,

defragging yr administration, declassifying yr files,

& imitating yr walk.

stepping up some

Is one unusual phrase,

But nonetheless It’s a pleasing one.

One woman at work

Told me that it was about getting older;

The sunset years were where you “cast a long shadow”.

I don’t know, I’m thinking,

Say, that you thought of doing something

Not quite right,

And it resounded

Night after nights after,

Like a shadow  is darker  after you

Is a folk saying, a phrase/

Generally meaning/

Well, I’m not sure but/

I’m kinda sure that the expression got it’s start…/

Some thing to do with butchering meat/

“We’re all on tender hooks” could mean, imagine/

We’re precariously hanging in a freezer/

Waiting for…well, you know./

I think I’ve also heard some people say/

“On tender hoofs”  or hooves maybe/

which would obviously be an entirely different matter/

Complete with entirely different origins/

I’m thinking this time   We’re cattle again/

But this time we must walk softly as to not step in anything.

S

Slice wide  through the blinds & the shrubs behind the blinds,

The sun,

Regretfilled notions

Upset upon me   1  by  1

Apparitions

This high eagle’s full-wing sirrus arcing

It’s just after our congress convenes our session

I still stand up still not talking.

You can make me feel I can’t fly

You just want us, still, on a sure line

Too distant  to walk.

At dawn a child is drawn to Grandma

as she clinks her spoon in tea,

’round & ’round she scrapes the cup,

the sound escapes while his wonder is sleepy.

.

Like  this,

Us diners at Darla’s,

We’ll steal squints at the beaming man & woman,

at home at a table/ He has her laughing/

Her eyes shine/ Their hands are touching/ & nothing

distracts them/ They don’t know/

As though no one were watching here

(Not their intent  but a blatant

blizzard of bliss is jazzin up this joint)

Their heartbeats alter all the clocks in here.

.

At Darla’s  Their carefree, not careless,

Energies

established here at a table

follow them  right out/

& might enable them

to make it taper off.

.

In Darla’s lot,  Last Love;

they,  must pull away, pull out, &  drove

miles on away from one  phenomenon.

What I don’t get is the guy on the radio,

All misty & serious  this singer is warbling

About how  She is so hard to hold.

I’m thinking  how he’s hardly told something

True,  if truth be told.

To clutch and all   is natural,

It’s  letting go  that’s torture.

Car thick  with ambient music

On  back  home

On back roads  I can come upon,

In deep,  way back,

The darkest pond,  & plumb

The darkest pond

Cool off  and  char

Edgy angular contours

In deep

in a hospital hallway,

An old guy.

They traded looks w/his awkward family,

the very old guy’s.

His  head  bled  steadily.

Third time this week he’d fallen.

This time, now, he’d allowed

trumpeting sirens & a ride in.

Waiting is  the true torture & nature

of emergency rooms and very late nights but

the head scan results were way slow &

it was the hallway. When the old guy got wind

that he needed a staple or two in his head

he heard “his heart”. He turned irascible,

saying he would not  stay nor die in this hospital

and said louder still he’d  ”walk out and keep on walking”

as he started to pull on his wiry connections & insertions.

He yelled when they stapled him & didn’t believe the staff or the family

he’d be released.

ever