In three-D realm

where holding fast

is the design

to make things last…

…this bold intent

and garbage can

two tools to use

in race to ban.

A carrier

a luggage cart

a calendar

a place to start…

…and place to end

when motions done

the muscles lift

an ounce, a ton.


No More Four Free


Unusual times
have brought us here
to live in love
to lie in fear.

So will you play…
or will you stop
to see the signs
that have no prop?

Watch CNN.
Hear NPR.
Smell an ill wind.
Touch from afar.

Ask hard questions,
paradigm bust.
There’s no playbook
of what to trust.

Bee On A Breeze

As a bee

graces every blossom

with its entity—

giving attention

making attraction

gathering material…

so does my soul

vibrate. Abuzz with

gratitude’s vibrancy.


This is a garden

grown solid

with sound—grown liquid

in temporary



Go, dear bee,

telegraph it

and be a

unit of the verse.

Or, radio.


You’re Invited

The scene is planned

a date on point

then a command:

Will you enjoint?


Who wants to know?

Children query.


Waiting. Weary.


Will you? Won’t you?

Ah, ah, attend?

Stand invited:

at guest and friend!


Play by the rules.

Please sil vous plait.

Or put off and

the date betray.MarMuseum



In the tech fields
plus in trenches
human faces
create wrenches.

Move him up or
pass her over
suspect downtown
close the folder.

Different us
Multiply splits
Versify words
Universe its.

Programmers all
of lives are we
HTM* code

*Heart-To-Mind (missing the L that stands for Love).

For High Cool Heat

 It’s gunite, shotcrete,

fast powder spark that triggers

solid violence.


Licensed to carry

wrong law and fierce lawd put life

asunder. Begun.


Police poetry:

hands in, up, over, out—gone.

Got you, Negro. Die.


F sound follows Gun.

Fear. Force. Fire. Fail. Face. Fact. Fate.




Photo by Matt Banks. Published on 28 July 2011
Stock photo – Image ID: 10051695

NOTE: I usually do not write about injustice, but the video of a black man being shot by police IN FRONT OF A FOUR YEAR OLD GIRL and her mother was a horror for which I had to find words.

Own Your Limits



Water takes shape

of vessel curved

as brand new thoughts

create your world.


Your duty is

to work against

all rising tides

and things unfenced.



Remember when

your thoughts turned ‘round—

came back again?


Limit, then free

your boundaries.

Use words that serve

my memories.


NOTE: The pronoun “your” (refers to what belongs to you) is similar to the noun “yore,” (indicates a quantity of time that belongs to the past). Think about it…your, yore…and what belongs to when!

Photo by Meawpong3405. Image ID: 10036782.




Universe switch

done set in stone

with polished nail

and in-turned bone.


Two leaves one chain

a scrap of red

to match the latch

in sandal bed.


Black stones, a shell

a mine-us sign

plus five digits

on waste align.


I walk and see

the firmament

but whisper of

a filament.



P.S. Thank you, Spiderman.



The heart has wheels

no graph can chart

for flips and feels

arrive, depart.



comes in to play

every landscape

and mind filled bay.


Intents and plans…

begins and ends

expect results

and make new friends.


Track or footprint?

Tread light with soul!

And take a hint

with each new roll.



Photo by lekkyjustdoit. Published on 07 November 2015

Stock photo – Image ID: 100375855


NOTE: This poem is for my friend James in honor of the project we are working on together.