Beltane is always adorned with this year ..................................................................................#NaPoWriMo2016

El Sol y la Vida
Frida Kahlo 1947

diarrhea alone will begin 

to kill more and more  

as future water 

becomes as dirty 

as money 

and synonymous 

with gold ...

deep in the slow doom 
we dance in election year gear

with a world watching us learn 

we were never meant 

to be as smart 

as we think we are ...

we need 
calendars without time 

jimi hendrix sirens 

squealing bends and bones 

righteous ones 
back from the grave 
from raining angels 
to the tiniest devil 
root toes of trees 

trumpets and violins 

jumping jacks and violets 

trump is violence, rod is ham 

they both want your clams 

and no ma'am 
you don't really 
have to give away
the taco but we don't mind 
if you do, though we need 

the ovaries

and the breast milk 

in an aside column 

this poem centers back to

clueless and voraciously reading 

The Fountain of Neptune, Bologna

finding classics 

are timeless fits 

pictures, moving too fast 

will steal words these days 

from the right to left 

audio visual semantically 

romancing the shallow pooled

emotions most easily tended

to, fanned and flamed

finding your own voice doesn't mean sounding like someone 
you've read per se or heard in your life or caught an exhibit of 
as entertainment somehow in this picture capture grabbing 
attention world of spanned shorter and shorter orbital memory 
units paper money was really cloth money and was did away 
with decades ago old timers camped under the overpasses 
tend to laugh into the dark especially, saying remember when 
and when alone and you hear yourself thinking in what ifs and 
I wish(es) then listen because your voice is near precipice sound 
and can now be found falling into fire and abyss as you call out :

the poems can sound 
as if a nursery rhyme were singing 
your wholly secret 
roller derby fantasy one more time 
those girls have strong legs 
and these days you need 
all the s trength you can muster 
just to keep carrying on 
in only three dimensions 
running with these kites 
of nostalgia during storms 
without wanting warnings 
or moorings even 
you seem 
to always end up  
saying every place 
is a place for you 
when there's no place
like it home

EJR ©