Color of Yolk

orange is the color of Yolk

Sipping coffee from each side of

the coffee cup.

He lights a cigarette and inhales

Deeply –

holds it out for her

Shakes her head no,

to refuse

“but thanks anyway…”

The handle to his left,

three fingers thru the large ear,

thumb on top

She wraps both hands

around the cup,

Warmth,

Soothes the ache…

in her

knuckles –

the best

eggs –

orange is the color

of

yolk

Cruising

the Self is to cars

as the Road 

is to the Spirit

automobiles

painted chartreuse,

& lipstick pink

colors only

a chemist can

dream - waking suddenly in the night -

sidewalks etched

in chalk.

path - cuts through

the "Shortcut"

narrow and trod

for generations

of children

Streets & Avenues

Boulevards & Routes

the back way,

alley

"Let's take the Long Way Home Dad!"

trace and trails

the Old Pike

Cars full of 

Self - coming - then going

away

the Road as far as the 

skyline - Spirit of the Road -

just Past the Horizon

 

Marine Corporal,Eddie Ray Routh

Corporal, Come and sit 

by the River, on the

Grass near the 

Bank.

The grass is still

warm and Dry,

the Day's Sun

now below the

Horizon.

submerge your

hands in the River of 

Peace & Light.

splash your face

and

Drink the Grace of

God

Breakfast Special

Hi! My name is Kelly,
and I'll be taking care of
you today.

Would you like
a cup of Coffee
to start
with?

Yeah.

Would you like
to order now?
Or do you need
a few minutes?

Now.

Ok, So what would you
like?

I don't know;
give me the special.

Ok. Great!
How would like
your eggs?

Over-easy.

And what kind of Meat?

Bacon. Crisp.

Hash Browns or Home Fries?

I don't care.

Hash Browns then?

No.

Ok... Home Fries.
And what kind'a
of
Toast?

White.

Great! I'll put that
in for you
and be right back
with your

Coffee.

The Ballad of Gary Gray

Fish in the smoker
and meat on the grill

Drops,
droplets of life

make their way
to pools

quiet and still.

Drops,
droplets of

a life.

Make its way
to a

River of Light

Sidewalks of the
City

vanish in the
hot haze

Drops,
Droplets

Bagpipes in
the suburbs

Bugle, sweet & pretty
the back door

closes on the big
black wagon.

Drops,
Droplets of Life

River of Light
Eternal Lake of

peace

Light Rail is Still Pretty Heavy

Doctor: So what do we have here?
Female, fifty to sixty years old, gunshot wound to the chest.
Doctor: Yikes. What a mess. Any ID?
Yes Doctor; last name De'Troyat; first name Sadie; middle initial O.
Doctor: Looks like maybe two rounds from a high powered rifle. Nothing left of the left lung. Right lung is still in there but...
But what Doctor?
Doctor: Christ what a mess.
Doctor: Aortic Artery is nicked and leaking; Right atrium is shredded; Shit. Big hunk of bone stuck in the right ventricle. Posterior vena cava? Never mind about that. Amazing.
What is that Doctor?
Doctor: That this thing is still pushing what little blood she has left.
She's had 8 units of whole blood.
Doctor: hmmmmph.
Should I call the family in?
Doctor: Wait, wait, wait! I'm thinking.
Doctor: Implants is what she needs. I'm the best plastic surgeon around here! I'll make her look great! Sexy like she never was!
Doctor: Nurse? Nurse? Nurse!!!!
Right behind you doctor.
Doctor: What do you think 34D? or a some nice 36DDs?
Yes the 36DDs.
Doctor: OK great! and give my brother-in-law a call he can do something with her teeth too!
Doctor: I'm assuming that Ms. De'Troyat just being here on the table she must have insurance right?
Not to worry doctor, those premiums have been paid.
Doctor: And you know what else nurse? Both the nipples are in such great shape! I won't have to waste time relocating them either. But put the procedure on the bill please. Just in case. God works in mysterious ways nurse. Two big slugs to the thoracic and the nipples were never touched.

her child never sucked the sweet, thin Milk.

Nails

never built
a house.
no need for
new construction

always found
room.
an empty place
that needed to be

filled