Looks Can be Deceiving

Gorillas look ferocious
but are in fact timid creatures
Giant Pandas look like they should be related to grizzlies
Not even close, to raccoons they are cousins

Oh, for families as caring as those of highland Gorillas
Oh for girlfriends as cuddly as bamboo-chewing Pandas

The Likelihood of Suicide

Not every suicide is blatant
Some are choreographed perfect
to pass as unexpected, shockingly cardiac arrest

Smooth Criminal,
Preemptive Final Curtain
I'll remake myself dead

Darker than Night, More Lovely than Day

When night descends upon your garden
sprinkled with salt, the sweat from your torso
the age of your forehead

Garden combed with callous hands
the lot the Crows left behind
littered with junk

tires and broken lawn mowers
and the toys the little Crows forgot...
When night descends upon your garden

of grass, and flowers and new found memories
When dawn breaks on your acreage
tidied, reseeded, planted and groomed

Tons of rocks you rearranged multiple times
A pond you dug and stocked with fish
to which insect skaters migrate for those same fish to eat

You give each thought, you speak to each
In garden center, you set a gazebo and mounted atelescope
From your garden of angles you eyeball the heavens

You commune with the spirits
you --- darker than night,
more lovely than day

Soul Play

A story of quiet, a story of passion
rotation of axis, of plows pulled by oxen
Night emerges, stars evolve

Come, dusky maiden
Allow me to see your dainty feet
ankles bejeweled, bells on your wrists
Your fingers are cranes looking to fish

Pluck my strings, story of essence
Your preexistence becomes the sitar
Soul, play this raga for Mother India

Kids

The child in us
who always was and always will be
defend, shelter and instruct

Sex Edcation and Terms of Contract

I man, you woman
mutually attracted
mutually convenient

The following would you kindly answer?
One ought not ask a lady her age
Still, it's good to have an idea

Are you old enough to be my mother?
I will honor you, then, as if you were
Could you be my sister?

Permit me to be a brother, Sister
Young enough to be my daughter?
Damn those who would be lecherous

Collection of Waters

Breaks a monsoon
Its deluge refrains a bit
New moon night, new shadows hunger

Drops run into drips
onto leaves and ferns
Breaks a new day upon the lily pads

The skating insects arrive to surf
Fish lip gasps and flashes of scales
Like lighting devours, mosquitoes are swallowed

Coos a bird and scream the monkeys
Cycles are always only half complete
The river starts where the flood moves south