I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[still.trucking]

Her

Nothing

Who are we?

The lost ones

Aging into forlorn rags

Watching Ferlinghetti’s train

Racing into the vanishing point

With our all our joy onboard

Searching for the now

This moment

Awareness

Tricky tricks of my mind

Watching Ferlinghetti’s train

Going going gone

Down the tracks

While planing my future

[SadLuckDame]

My, I've lost weight
and I do not recognize this frame,
but the time has been a good dose
and I love traveling this way, traveling by train,
traveling by train with such friendship in mind.

I might have lost my mind on occasion looking out the window
when all goes quickly by, it might have been a bird, a large crow on the wire
talking row words to crows, the food may of been in plain sight,
the houses mayhaps all pink or all black,
perhaps I saw nature,

but these arrivals and the shape I'm in...
a healthy trip we're on.

[SadLuckDame]

Yesterday turned out to be beautiful.
My friends came in from out of town
and we spent an autumn day in autumn.

All the ladybugs stayed good company.
This is a picture of them climbing on my little boy
and flowers from my children make the best sorts.

My girl and I's shadow talking.
Some blue sky, cloud watching.

[SadLuckDame]

Oh! to be a woman,
I feel her
and this makes me
all the more
more woman.

[SadLuckDame]

There's a little game people play where it's asked, "What would you say to them now, over twenty years later? or if your girl child voice could tell them..." and I would say, in my girl child voice, "You know you're lucky to be alive. You were playing with a loaded gun, it wasn't you I feared, it was only my father." Potential men or rather boy friends should always agree to meet the Grandmothers, too. Just as a heads up, if the Grandmothers are carrying around weapons, then don't kiss the girl until she's blue.

First thoughts on a feeling strange sort of day.
I've lost myself, momentarily.
You might be hanging with the child.

[still.trucking]

I going to be grateful for everything that comes my way today
Grateful for this gift called life

Such a beautiful day today

I am lucky that I did not succeed in hanging myself when I was eight years old.

[SadLuckDame]

I'm one lucky dame to have met you, dear Jack.

[SadLuckDame]

Like a Hand on a Loaded Gun

He is on one side and I
the same, though miles from him,
only our shadows touch
his head over mine
and my heart over his
we stretch
across it
to wait
death.

[SadLuckDame]

And when we move
we are moving towards...
it's all about the movement,
isn't it and I likes it.

Going my way
or you get me yours
I'll take it
you'll get it.

What a look
we give

on the dance floor.

[SadLuckDame]

You know I smiled tonight,
you're the best!

[SadLuckDame]

Yes, you do
you spend too much time
breaking up with me
and not enough time
holding me in your lap.

So I write poetry
to help say that.

[SadLuckDame]

A Distracting Poem

Tickle me under the bridge
when we're just going
plain nowheres,
cause I'll stand under a bridge
in the pouring rain.

I'm half tempted
to go at it
against the brick
in my long black stockings
and risk the rip
to razzle him, I'll squeeze
into his two hands.

And that's just how I felt
last night staring down
drink in my after-life
when dreams are more than
sleep or a soul climbing up
out of me past mid-night.

I just wanted to go down.

I walked in the dark
and caught my reflection
in the broked up mirror,
tall against the one wall
it begs superstition.
I think my eyes were of
an other color,
I just got spooked.

Do it again,
you play the ghost
and I'll come up the ladder.

[SadLuckDame]

It was a spider that had creeped up behind,
an effort to go along my back and climb upwards
to be edgy with me, taunting,
wickedess, as if the Devil himself
took charm and walked his fingers
up my spine.

I could not rid of his presence
and I hold memory of the monstrous feel,
his quickness tormented reasoning.

I'm in fear even now,
strange memory likes the deal of this,
keeping most vivid what's frightening.

[stilltrucking]

strange dream the other night
tossed and turned before I could sleep
and then the dream

a darkness descended on me that was so dense I could feel it pressing down.

I thought about getting stoned but I decided I did not need to escape reality.
It has been a long time since I been this scared.

yes what does not kill me makes me stronger, but it can also break my heart.

I try to remember
she is not heavy
she is my sister

but I got to live too
trying to hang on till my nephew gets well again.
then make my escape to the sea

yes not to worry
all is well

Listen to the music.

Thinking about the Irish Sea always cheers me up
Trying to remember that tag line for the guy who calls himself or herself The Irish Sea.
Can't you just imagine walking on a beach by the Irish Sea

I would settle for Corpus Christi Texas.
150 miles away,

[SadLuckDame]

We come nearer and nearer,
could be fear, or love,
both share the resemblance
and it might come down to the month
or what my psychic chants
or the child's mood
--I like when you're there
it's a good silence
or a fun romp through the mud,
either way
happiest
love our sisters
love those babies
learning to love
who carries the womb
who feeds
whom embraces

and we have a garden.

I'm here, here and out
and ...you're here
or ... I still escape in my head
mostly days on the side walk

I think he might be same kind of feeling,
I suit myself, but...