Lennon and Lavender

opening sounds of piano
embrace my essence
like an old friend

and I smile, press my face
against the warm glass

the road-side reveals
tiny lavender flowers
and all other colors fade
into the passing blur
of my perception
beyond the dirt that streaks
across the pane of my passenger window

the motor accelerates us

yet the petals of lavender
are as well defined as your
memory is in my mind

as your words are:

still daring us
to press the boundaries
of our imagination


(c) 2010 James Eric Watkins

Deep Sleep

Deep Sleep by James Eric Watkins


Serotonin seeps from the creek
of my mind, drips, nearly dries up
as I climb on to the back
of the dream bird

and take flight
its black-feathered wings
soaring through the night

The pineal gland master of ceremonies
is a wise but sometimes psychotic
conductor waving his hands wildly

while melatonin rains from the sky
I taste the fruit dangling in the dark
dripping its juices onto my lips

Images flash: faces from the past,
places, situations that defy all logic
but are somehow relevant to the
accumulation of personal thought

in the so-called reality
of our awakened world.



(c) 2010 James Eric Watkins

It's been four years...

so many things have changed.
Except for the love I held then
and still do hold onto now

Back in 2006 around the time of my birthday
two people that I loved very much passed away.

My wife's grandmother who used to call me her favorite
butthead and a friend's infant son born with a heart defect.

Click here to read what I had to say around that time.

My birthday also marks another painful day.
My father passed away a week before in 1994.
His name was James Allen Watkins.

A Temple

It's time
to turn
this body
into a temple

to worship it
like a God

to cleanse
myself
completely

before knocking
on its door



(c) 2010 James Eric Watkins