Mesh

"Mesh view" she says

Gutting me wholly. 

This confessional is tight

Contained

Disingenuous. 

Walk here, to uncover more

Of You. 

Manipulated content

Divulge nothing,

If what you're selling 

Is fabricated;

Tailored to imply

Lesser versions

Of truth. 

Reviewed by curiosity

Brain picking tediousness

A collection of musings 

Resembling regret. 

The road walked carefully

Can indeed be cherry-picked

As needed. 

What do I learn

In this vestige of honesty

Where intimacy explains candidly

The bulk of "why"?

Truth tied to intuition

Triggers an inertia

Worthy of note. 

Exigency

Living to satisfy

The order of the day. 

The dreamer communicates 

Freely, to the Soul. 

Swagger

Scattered ideals

Meager moves

Tinkering with weekend

Potentials. 

Gesso speaks fluidly

Eagerly aware

That 48 hours have arrived...

Time to ruminate and delegate

Elbow swagger

Into the direction

Of

Paint. 

S

Synagogue of celibacy

Swiped of swivels

Hip-lock, pop

The swirl of sweetness 

Sweltering. 

Submissives

Securely swept

Into the lux of salvation 

Swindled 

...to the nuts

The Madness of Restraint 

Glimmers little

When reflected upon itself.

Critical dialogue

Begin. 

Monstrous monolith, passed

Glaringly evident

Upon shoulders, aware 

Eager reminders 

Enraged. 

How much longer will

The prolonging of investigation

Continue?

Fucked to the nuts

It seems. 

Deming

Late arrival

Southwestern lovesong

Revived. 

California again

For how many more months

Until Texas reclaims my interest. 

Deeply moved

The target, shifts

As time races

Dreams speed on. 

She

 Another day, gifted

To stumble upon charmed remnants

Of days so long ago lived. 

Shiny, glittery, loveliness 

Packed away another year

Loved ones, working in tandem

To restore these rooms to order. 

Mother, so loved

Our connectedness binds us 

To you, the matriarchal poetry

That draped these halls and walls. 

Here we gather, to soften the crush

Of your untimely passing, to ease by all means

Your trusted lifelong mate. 

Essence of a past life

Soaked up through palms and eyes

Of worlds you knew, long before there ever was

An ' I '

Contribution to this Today and Tomorrowland 

Boldly cleaves its way, in, out, and around

The progeny of your making.