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The word: Dreamer

Some Things Are Not Words

No pre-chews today,
wonder away
your time with
unnamed bugs,
stars falling into
newborn forms.

One day without your
moths pinned to
the page, demoted
from being…
to being known.

A dreamer,
poet for a day,
making claims,
dreaming names
for your little world.

Watch the big world
worry
about you
for a change.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On October 12, 2017 @ 9:35 am

The word: Faithful

Seeds

Tiny cantaloupe seeds
in deep cupboard sleep
always faithful to
their simple promise,
someday splitting
into double suns
suddenly
spilling sweet
scents,
seeds
survival
beyond the solstice

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On October 4, 2017 @ 12:14 pm

The word: Peace

Floating the Pentagon 1967

The judge allowed for
three feet of lift, and
Peace can’t wait….
Meditate!
Come on, come on
Float the Pentagon.

No one knew the silent
thoughts inside
uniforms with
oiled weapons
inside war rooms,
full with maps
tiny flags
no blood.

Did they secretly hope to rise?
just an inch?
We pleaded
“Join us
Get serious
about bodies and bombs
Meditate!
Levitate!”

Peace had it’s chance,
was seeded
where needed most,
and no one knows
who was on the side of
rising
and who rose.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On September 28, 2017 @ 11:22 am

The word: Snow

Peaceful Winter

I want my last day
December grey
without a single shiver,
no foggy breath
to spoil the vision
of gentle
snow flakes
that celebrate,
float,
settle so softly
on cold lips,
perfect geometric
tips
shining.
They land on
an eye lid
unwinked,
white on white on white,
so still,
their light
shines my way.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On September 20, 2017 @ 11:49 am

The word: Imperfect

Spoon-fed

We’ve come to see
elegance
in simple soil lives.
We heard Woody Guthrie
sing us away
from silent given gods,
to remind us of
our own
imperfect divinity.

It requires no worship,
no diet or days of supplication.
Only flawed love
finding one more
bowl of stew
in an empty pot.
Cautious love stew
served to a stranger
who’s tempted
to steal the spoon.

And there it is…
the brief blue wonder
in your voice…
“Keep that spoon if you
need one.”
A love potato stew
just to remind you
that a gift is
too heavy to steal.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On September 13, 2017 @ 10:27 am

The word: Change

Timely Haiku

Change, as if there was
Some kind of non-change option
If I only ask

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On September 10, 2017 @ 12:13 pm

The word: Tea

Fortune Telling

Not tea leaves…
only a round drop
of me,
pornographic red
on white sheets,
soon to be bleached
by young people in tattoos
and shoes
that don’t suit me.
They work when I bleed,
they feed
on my needy drops,
still dance after midnight
still mate after two,
without a “thank you”
for my dripping.
I know what time it is.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On August 31, 2017 @ 3:49 pm

The word: Contentment

Ghost Words

We spoke of
fleeting deliciousness,
and the dangers
of enthusiasm,
or loyalty.
But you won’t stop
sending me
ghost words
that pretend to catch
experience in a box
and make it a thing.

The Sunday paper plays along,
asks me to measure
the contentment
they think I carry
in my heart.

I already know…
it won’t be enough.

I don’t care how
hungry you are!
Living will offer you
no second helpings
… no doggy bags.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On August 24, 2017 @ 10:10 am

The word: Warmth

More than Warmth

More than warmth,
more than bright eyes or smile,
she’s got the heat…
fire in her drive,
her own skin
blistered
many times.
No pine needle fuel
or common bark,
I’ve seen her
burning the hillside,
bright in the night,
breaking containment,
spreading
deep into October.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On August 17, 2017 @ 3:00 am

The word: Balloon

We Only Spoke Briefly

She said she feared her future,
was missing some words
she knew
she had packed.
Troubled about humor
that once flashed like lightning
but now too often,
sat in the dark part
of her father’s shadow.

Fear is the fuel
she decided to use…
grabbed it,
forced it
to fill her balloon.

Had to dump the extras,
reduce the weight,
found herself
lifting
drifting
high enough to fully see
the petty snarls,
the jealousies,
the loving touches that never tire,
a forests reborn
from it’s own fearsome fire.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On August 10, 2017 @ 2:53 pm

The word: Admiration

Brain on a Diet

Pick an enemy
Fascist…. Socialist
Choose your color,
Gangs don’t wait
forever.
Worship dichotomy
simple clarity.
Shun complexity,
a deformity
of the spine.

I prefer a thin hero,
totalized in slogans,
easy on the brain.
Easier for me
to fill with admiration…
if it wasn’t for all the holes
where French words
sneak in.

I could study Foucault,
Yin Yang duality,
Or
be the girl

with bright white polka dots…
a showcase for red….
…except when they’re not.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On August 2, 2017 @ 8:46 pm

The word: Loyalty

Tribes

We gather round a family tree
proud, exclusive,
praising loyalty
to a cold wind,
warmth
by invitation-only.

The others gasp
at what it takes
to castrate
every foreign spirit.
But they don’t ask,
don’t speak
or even scratch
the rash they get
looking through our peephole.

Thick tribal skin
holds us in,
waving flags,
waving guns
waving goodbye to the world
.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On July 27, 2017 @ 8:09 am

The word: Enthusiasm

Needles and Trains

Enthusiasm can’t be trusted.
I’ve heard that it tires
from the daily grind,
gets off-duty at ten
and wants a change of pace.
It cranks up
John Lee Hooker
hits the street
with enthusiasm
for needles and spoons
bleached barely enough.
….I’m reminded
of hot afternoons
walking train tracks,
testing each other with
only one rule…
“Eyes ahead, trains behind”
Wondering,
how close the beast?
Who cares the least
about staying alive?
Who will ignore
the unseen horn
that warns,
and warns,
and finally screams
that you’ve been seen
by this world.
That you are at least
a small smiling problem
when you finally jump aside,
still blind with enthusiasm.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On July 20, 2017 @ 10:03 am

The word: Synapse

Serape Dream

I have surrendered,
ceded territory to
the serape of Jalisco.
It owns my wall,
snags my eye,
fills my ear with
crimson castanets,
goldenrod trumpets
magenta jazz
that drowns the sound
of mud-brown speech.
Serape fired the synapse
to my dreams,
just to snarl
“pendejo”
at each blue wall without
a periwinkle pulse.
Last night
It pulled that dream
down
to the workshop of
busy death,
carving yet another pale mask.
Serape slapped me yellow,
spit my green regrets
against the wall,
reminded me
to wake up
in color.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On July 13, 2017 @ 6:16 am

The word: Deliciousness

Language Games

Easy enough to believe in life
as long as you are living,
as long as you use
dry ice language
to freeze the experience
that is splashing you,
refusing to hold still
long enough to be a river

You can reify experience
for the sake of your story,
But don’t try it
with potato salad on
a hot August day.
A delicious experience,
even as microbes feast
and it slowly turns the corner
toward some new adjective.

Only your story will believe in
deliciousness for another hour.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On July 5, 2017 @ 9:47 am

The word: Catalyst

You and Your Self

You have talked with Buddha,
kept death right there
on your shoulder,
allowed suffering
to give you
the directions home.
It must be time
to go
even though
We both know
you wil die
and die
and die
to this world
along the way.
We all will miss you
for a while, and
reflect on the choice
you made,
and wonder
about the catalyst
that must have
burned so very hot.
Or
was that you,
finally,
burning your self away?

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On June 29, 2017 @ 2:44 pm

The word: Transient

Hobo

Dependable hobo
always wore a hat
beaten brown brim,
wilted flower,
exotic.

Unlike a transient,
here much longer
than the word suggests.
Features blurred
by the jerking
of my eyes
away
over
around
all the questions.

Please, be more
transient,
like the golden finch
who pass through
briefly,
en route to
summer homes

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On June 21, 2017 @ 4:45 pm

The word: Aplomb

Serape Dream
__________

Serape,
alive in vivid tints,
comes to my dreams,

often snarls
“pendejo”

at every blue wall without
periwinkle pulse.

Conjures with
pink aplomb

goldenrod trumpets,
magenta jazz that
drowns the sound
of mud-brown speech.

Sinks my sleep

to the realm of
busy death,
carving another mask.

He slaps me yellow,
spits my green regrets
against the wall,

reminds me
to keep waking up alive
until the dyes fade.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On June 15, 2017 @ 6:10 am

The word: Conundrum

Holy Resistance

All my Saints are buried
with Pharaohs’ honey,
forever sweet and useless.

Even my faith sat there
this morning,
refused to answer
when I faced the conundrum…
a stained and unwilling saint
who loved more
than the world deserved.

She had refused the mantilla,
scented of myrrh
and tender bees wax

said that it hid
too much of her

might turn her to marble.

She demanded to
always be a verb

and would agree only
that she had Indulged
in a bit of sainting.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On June 10, 2017 @ 8:42 am

The word: Warrior

The Burden

Men children, numbered
and trained
to never escape
the warrior fate.
No bloody sword, but always,
always against.
As if climbing a hill or
swimming the lake
invites enemies
from a world waiting
to pull down my pants.
The warriors want
lonely loyalty, even
against a fresh air wind
I have learned to love.
I wait to see it
wink the curtains
dance the leaves.
We whisper treason
to each other.
“You are not alone”.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On May 31, 2017 @ 11:37 am

The word: Aroma

Every Design Has a Flaw

Umber, tan,
sage, sand,
chestnut, taupe
saddle brown too
a snake among leaves
in all the right hues
can slide past the hunter
or approach on the hunt
unseen and unheard,
but undone
by a tongue

Crimson forks flick about,
announce him as
sommelier
of the air
before slipping back
up the nostral groove
with aroma chunks
to ponder.

Isn’t God fair?
each flicker leaves
flashing red reprieve
for mice with color vision.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On May 24, 2017 @ 5:23 pm

The word: Transition

Dogma

I followed the wisdom of
ancients, who drank early water,
never knew life without goats.
They spoke certainty,
recorded in eternal stone
that could never transition
to living form.
I listened all day
to answers, answers for
every question I ever had.
Shiny bright
seedless fruit.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On May 17, 2017 @ 10:54 am

The word: Circuitous

Feeling Crowded
This time, tell the truth
about goodness:
Survival has consequences
that remain unknown,
remain ominous
no matter how closely
we follow
the circuitous trail
of carbon footprints.
Even our love for this world
has sharp edges for
someone else.
You could know already
some of their names
and stories.
They might as well
have been killed
by a homeless tiger,
buried with it
in a common grave.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On May 14, 2017 @ 6:46 am

The word: Energy

A Storm in June
Don’t tell me yet about
ions or charged particles,
nor the runaway breakdown
of cosmic rays
without first,
some other things.
I want to know
that a thunderous call will
wake me in time to see
lightning teased from the sky
by the energy of lusty earth.
I want to feel a Southwest wind sharpen
the edge of experience
and remind me that I belong here
every time I stop doubting.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On May 14, 2017 @ 6:50 am

The word: Extravagant

The word: Circuitous
Feeling Crowded

This time, tell the truth
about goodness:
Survival has consequences
that remain unknown,
remain ominous
no matter how closely
we follow
the circuitous trail
of carbon footprints.

Even our love for this world
has sharp edges for
someone else.
You could know already
some of their names
and stories.
They might as well
have been killed
by a homeless tiger,
buried with it
in a common grave.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On May 10, 2017 @ 10:14 am

For the word: Energy
A Storm in June

Don’t tell me yet about
ions or charged particles,
nor the runaway breakdown
of cosmic rays
without first,
some other things.
I want to know
that a thunderous call will
wake me in time to see
lightning teased from the sky
by the energy of lusty earth.
I want to feel a Southwest wind sharpen
the edge of experience
and remind me that I belong here
every time I stop doubting.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On May 8, 2017 @ 10:38 am

Lovely Colcannon

I might be only a mood
floating about,
shaped and propelled by
noisy dogs, or morning sky.
I might change in mid-sentence
if the dog barks more …or less
or clouds move in, …or out.
But colcannon sticks me in place;
cabbage and onion, butter soft
red potatoes, half mashed, squished at least,
where they receive a bacon sprinkle,
and on some lucky day,
the extravagant fried egg.
settled on top like my bride in her gown,
our world burnished in yolk glow.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On May 7, 2017 @ 1:27 pm

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