#poetry - Dirty and Clean

The dirt that is in and on my car
Is all the places I have ever been,
Like my shoes and my skin.

I have no fear of the past,
It has lost its hold on me;
And now I am movement, soft but fast.

I might take some time to clean and review,
But the more that I take now,
Perhaps less good travel and work I do?

There may be no good for me to try
to scrub the past out of the present;
That act may only make the future cry.

Better that I clean my mind without need,
of real things and hold myself to know,
that I am clean regardless of travel or deed,
Although, some pieces of dirt must go.

the special trick and truth

sadness has a special place in the heart---
but it leaks out through achy bones.
vibrations of chemically altered
footsteps' pulse
through floorboards and
activate rock mineral's low
            frequency song---
nearby vegetation wilts alittle,
cellutoid response then is poison
in the air and the whole world suffers
the chain reaction,
the body quake of a morose mind,
unable to trick the truth
            or by truth
relieve the sad trick its place
in the special heart.