Fresh Breeze

A breeze
blew in
and erased
the stagnancy.
I expected it to be
fresh and cleansing;
so much for expectations.
Yet, it is new,
 freeing, swirling
around creating
unexpectedly.

I see

I see that you feel differently;
oppossed to my feelings
or thoughts.
I see clearly
 that we can't agree
and that's okay
 by me.
I'll just be considering
what you say
only today; btw
can you see me?
Aren't I right?
Don't get uptight
No fists or shouts
Just go, please, go out.

Gentle Consideration

A transluscent, milky bead on the corner of a new baby's mouth
Queen Anne's Lace carried by a waif- like child
An eyelet apron dusted with flour
soft lips pressed to the nape of a slender neck
thoughts of you as an invisible breeze kisses my face
your lovliness of spirit
is held so tenderly
recognizing full fragility
p. malafronte (2010)

Cloud Fossils

The clear glass reflects
my image
and beyond I see cloud fossils
that hover interpretively, some
are etched in timecapsules of memory
(remember when we saw our dog perfectly outlined?).
Soft, morphing, sculpture
wet, precious, and mobile.
Their shapes stir our pulsing hearts
and the recesses of time's circumference
rich and deep, seen everywhere
 ever present, somewhere
there for every generation;
Cloud fossils.
p. malafronte (2009)

Suffering

My soul is an agitated sore blister.
 Its garment weaves thistles and poison ivy
 tightly, wrapped to choke all of my senses.
Release my spirit
away from this self inflicted misery.
Wrap me in the cashmere nourishment
of philosophy;
Buddha & Jesus,
soften the grasp, break the delusions.
They cling as one may to youth
creating
a self decaying imposed hell;
for which there is no medicine
but there are doors and windows
within me. They've opened before,
with refreshingly new views.
p.malafronte (2007)

Do you see CRUELTY?

Centered
Rage
Unforgiving
Expels
Love
and
Takes
You

[smash the glass to hell's back door].
p. malafronte (2007)

Too Much, Too Little, Too Late

Chimes in a hurricane
Dogs, Monkeys, & Bats
Lobster, Veal Oscar, & Cheesecake
Gates', Kennedys' and the Hearsts'
Nuclear Bombs, the Sun and Hawaiian Tropic
Hari Krishna, Hamas and Jehovah's Witnesses
TOO MUCH

Anorexics at a celery buffet
Tolerance & real love
One penny in NYC
A Twin bed for all Jenny Craig members
TOO LITTLE

No beginning of a Holocaust
no internet communications
A present day interview with John Lennon
Yesterday
TOO LATE
p. malafronte (2008)

Glasses

Glasses are small windows on your face
irritating panes
no contest for the question uttered most often
where are my glasses, my black glasses
the bane of my exisitence
those supposedly non slip glasses...
until beads of sweat
turn your nose
into a slip n slide
Opening a hot oven
your face is a bog
and the windows on your face
fog up
pull them off your ears
call the window cleaner
scratched windows on your face
time to replace the panes.
p. malafronte (2010)

Through the window...

I observed the false notion of ownership
The way people
take ownership of a parking space when they're leaving it
they wave you in
as if its theirs to give away.
pmalafronte (2007)

To dad

I can count on you to disappoint me just as surely
as I'll find a fry on the bottom of my fast food bag.
p. malafronte (2006)

Disallusionment...

looking out a window
closing a door
nothing in life is as it was before
Before i realized people do get away
with murder
mothers tolerate far too much
and some don't love
and fathers lie
and people suffer
die
and the question
who am i
follows me
everywhere
as I practice being better
than the people who
 have and will
disallusion me
through trickery, lies, manipulation
numbing, red eyed
an all over heavy hurt
in my head
my gut
looking out the window dazed
walking out the door but no relief
no way to undo a thing.
p. malafronte(2010)