I have touched and been felt
up the one side
around another
fed grapes by naked nymphs on
Mount Vesuvius , well, almost, it
is in my head along with Sunflowers
painted by Van Gogh,
Poems varying from Dylan to
ELO
telephone calls to home
from Vietnam,
or memories of a log cabin
on Silver Lake in the middle of Michigan.

Or is it all made up?
Funny looking back through so many years,
it is all so clear,
or is it?

When deep breaths won't work
And you're trembling from the fear
Don't you dare shed tears

Relax Will Ya
              It's Only Life
Nobody Gets Out Alive

My feelings
Chronicled on the paper
Lay there for ages
Wanting to get rid of it
I crumpled it
And sacrificed it to the wind
One fine day
I get a reply
Based on my forgotten feelings
The wind delivered it
To the rightful recipient
Sure, words are resilient
They withstood challenges
To make my feelings known
Now, we exchange letters
Waiting to meet someday

to feel the sun kiss my shoulders,
and to throw my head back when i cry;
to take the band from my wrist
and let you fill me with flowers.

to know I tried my hardest and
to know that it was good enough;
to smell the dirt and feel the trees,
to be moved by Life herself.

to feel the sand underneath my fingernails,
to hear a song and travel the world
on it’s melody; I’d only feel harmonious
with you on my side.

the world became possible
and the fog thins as I stare Death
right in the face; I’m not afraid.
you’re beside me holding
my hand.

i is small and breathless
to wit when gazing at sunsets
or a tiny reflection in those green eyes
may cause a lapse in
correct english that glance may
pause my second favorite *****
from beating
I get a lot more short
or longer more
off key poetically
and gasp breath holding
when you hold me.