It's Time to Unplug and Disappear

Like a seasonal alarm clock, the static buzz of Cicada in mating serenade, somewhere out there in the leafy glade beyond my open window reminds me that the 'dog days of August' are here...and its time to disappear. As we say in Ontario, "I'm goin' up north".
To the land of Algonquin on the edge of the Precambrian...where 3 billion years ago, continents collided with such force that mountains melted and then cooled to form the unique 'shield' landscape celebrated in the Group of Seven paintings...and where once mile high glaziers in their thousand year melt, gouged and tapered this land, shaping the rivers, valleys and lakes we now enjoy...
Where a tiny cabin, a sparkling lake and a vast cool canopy await...with Red and White Evergreen pine...hardwood trees of every kind...ancient Cedar as old as Peter...rocks to uncover and fossils to find...hooks to thread and fish to catch...down by the meadow a berry patch...with bacon and spuds for shore lunch fry...and books to read as night slips by...as clouds of skitters and black fly whirl...in a dark green forest...so silent its unreal.
These days, the only way to recharge a human, is to completely 'unplug it'
So, cheers my dears...see yah later tater.
If I don't return from there...and I hope that you'll care, please look in the belly of a bear.

Risking Ridiculous

This message greets me as I arrive here today
"What's on your mind" ? its red flag baiting my bull
to chase
Certain that my tortured soul cannot resist
another chance to embarrass me
by admitting
that I share your most intimate secret
I know about that idea you have...
yeah that one
So dangerous to expose that you keep it locked tight
like a clenched fist in your gut
opened silent and seldom to your heart
to marvel and examine and wonder
Do others think like this
is it possible that I am alone
why does this thing persist in me?
Damn, its a good idea I know it is
but its different and its difficult and its crazy
and I cannot risk their indifference
or worse
derisive laughter and that sneer of disdain
or such fear and anger
that men in white coats chase me with nets
Best I tuck it away again
or perhaps...
I could pretend with it
make it part of a play...an opera perhaps
whose tragic ending
has me realize
just as the airtight door of death descends
that I want nothing more
than to run delirious
dancing with delight
screaming
my ridiculous secret.

(Risking Ridiculous, from Just The Bones)

Joint Genius

Oh no...
I can't find it

where did it go
it was right there a minute ago

crisp and clear a thought pristine
it slipped somehow and fell between

the shimmering wall of truth
and the frozen box of the memory booth

a chasm deep and wide
lets search again inside

for the chards and broken bits
of my fractured feeble wits

Missed Sweets

I dash up the stair
of my castle in the air
and fling myself hopelessly
lost in despair
then flailing while falling
helplessly there
see friends arriving
with Chocolate Éclair