Richmond parts 2 and 3

Richmond #2

In this

This hall of glass

Thin white velvet curtains

Swing wildly in front of the mirror

On either side

A red cat and a blue monkey

Frieda Kahlo

Laughs by my side

And the amusement

Is a circus

Of children laughing

And people dancing

I sit and think in my

Disguise

I think

I am saner than that time

It’s a lovely day outside

And the oranges

And grapes

And cherries

Are orange and purple

And red

And the little market

Has all kinds of veggies and fruits

Where do thoughts come from?

Where do they go?

Why do I have questions

Of a philosophical nature

Here in the most beautiful of cities

Still though there is death \

And crime and people driving

Machines that grind through the streets

In the evening, In Richmond. I am alive.

I can see the blear lights

They are cold and dark

And twinkling

Like little gems

In the sky and up the street and

High upon the mountain.

Red and purple and orange lights\

Shining. Giving a reality to themselves.

Nature is the twisted tree beside the road….

Richmond #3

The night in the light/I stay up till 4:00 am/and laugh

With Buddha/in my kitchen/cooking food/life is a/

Recovery process/there is a cat outside/in the rain/making

the porch light go on and off/I feel tension with the quiet/

but am grateful for the soft snores coming from the other room/

I roam the house/painting watercolors/reading the internet/

no sleep till 6 am/ light is in short supply/since I sleep all day/

love the day when it is quiet and peaceful/call my dad on the phone/

hear his voice/smile inside/life is a series of delusions and insights/but which is which?

I sit still. For many hours and look at my weedy yard/Buddha sits under my lemon tree…

My lemon tree. Has green leaves/ yellow lemons,

I never go to the churches down either end of the street…/

/I go happily to the Pup Hut to get a hotdog…/

/People stop at the glass tinting place to get their cars worked on/

/staring out the pup-hut window/ Dogs bark savagely while I am on my way.

a bicycle nearly runs me over/faces are all colors and types/babies lounge in

strollers/ Lovers walk together…