All day long

Cloud Cover

Sea Sky

Imaginary Paris

Sake of illusion

Empire Crumble Cake: a recipe

Empire Crumble Cake: a recipe

Pissed that you missed / my explicit wishes to / cease chasing opinions / and conserve energy

Energy for the war, I mean, / referenced by you, / in this time of coup

I need quiet time to  / gird my loins, / sharpen pencils, et  / cetera, et / cetera

my old family recipe for pandemic

One might think / I need to press my talents  / to the bloody front / or my pen is not worth 

the paper it scribbles on. / that some how art / requires utility / weaponized

Yet / here you are / with your fully loaded / mouth, sniping rapid fire / opinions at my generals

and direction / friendly fire perhaps / damaging still / opinions

Had I assembled all the facts / right, left, and center, and / lined them up like soldiers, 

there still exist the / unruly band of dissidents / waving flags of dissonance 

cognitive and otherwise. Indisputable facts, my ass.

It has been said that / one needs to choose  / a side. Right or wrong.  / Pro or con. Black or white. 

And I may say the choice  / is between war and / peace. And I’m choosing  / peace. And quiet.

Herewith I remind / that I mentioned, early on, / that I am near deathly / sick of my very own opinion

/ even / as well. The drums, the gunfire / the bloody screaming / friendly fire perhaps / damaging still

And you, you, are making far  / too much noise and  / your location has been  / compromised.

I recalibrate 

the cannon.

I’m ordering a detachment of my detachment  / a seal team of troops /  to bivouac  / deep in the thicket of  / 

your curious imagination

Listen for my camp tune; a reveille, 

a revelry of reverie. 

Whisper with me.

Quietly.

Time to cut the horses loose / and ride higher / launching biochemical offensives / of oxytocin, serotonin, dopamine / 

so that it reeks of love / joy / and wonder so thick / and heavy that / even moving / moves carefully

We will dance together on Smoke Signal Rock and watch the facade of empire crumble.

There will be cake.

…

© 2021 David L White

Saturday morning poem 

1/16/21

Thinking Partner

Personally, I think you already know. 

You would do better with more opportunity to hear yourself say it. Out loud. More than once.

Listening. Talking. Encouraging. Clarifying. I do these things.

I might like to do them with you.

I think you’ll feel better. You know, empowered.

...

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