44
Maybe it was just a dream.
Maybe we were all having a
moment.
A global cultural nightmare.
Like the batteries to the remote
failed.
Or it’s been lost in the couch
for all this time...
Maybe some have been sleeping
through out of preservation.
Out of emotional necessity.
Maybe. a dream...
Like when “JR” was in the shower...
Maybe we should shower more?
19January2021
Markle~
43
“He was ordered
to acknowledge the English king
as head of the Church.
He declined and was martyred.”
Somehow a poem was once posted here
twice. The question is what happened
to the poem that was supposed to be here?
Should I assume it lost among my back
ups? Forever doomed to reside inside
a cache within a cloud? They were posted
and ordered as I wrote them when I wrote them.
If I decline to sift and sort we shall have
to assume it has given its life in defense of
my scattered brains and was martyred.
18January2021
Markle-
42
What if our
come to Jesus moment
came and went?
What if we continued
to worship false gods
to our own detriment
and of others
until it was too late
and people died
and our country wept
our grand children cried?
What if our
come to Jesus moment
came and went?
Markle
17January2021
41
Anything not pure color
is technically a gray.
Off-color if you will.
Like winter. Like old age.
As I open the curtain
new snow on the ground
makes the morning light lucent.
Visions of virtue everywhere.
As far as the I can see.
Light fills our room and
eye blink, squint, refocus.
White, not gray is
the presence of all color.
You glow different today.
Markle~
14January2021
40
I have falling dreams.
Don’t we all?
I fall from trees.
I fall from buildings.
I fall into pits.
I fall in the water.
I fall for it.
I’m older now and afraid of falling.
When I was younger
I used to have flying dreams.
Didn’t we all?
For some reason I always flew feet first.
I can still remember the feeling.
Almost like I was falling up.
Markle-
11January2021
39
And
Today we will dream
that we are trapped
on the second floor
in a building with a
mysterious disease.
While downstairs
the inmates have
taken over the asylum.
Even George Washington
is scared. So much so
that he is thinking
about changing
his name to
Democracy Jones.
Markle~
07/Jan/2021
38
I had that dream again.
The one where we’re children
climbing around on girders
up in the wide open like that old
photograph of the Galway men.
Only we want to get down
and the building rises
faster than we can climb.
Others keep falling off:
Kevin, Jimmy, Jacquie...
Hang on. Stay where you are.
Don’t. Move. I’m coming for you!
I had that dream again.
The one about us getting old.
Markle~
06January2021
