Monday, September 19, 2011

oh the sweetness of your little home

oh the sweetness of your little home
in evenings when the hearth is warmth
and the nursing child is at your breast
he at the threshold arrived like ulysses

Sunday, September 18, 2011

the sunny eye

cellophane sky
a sunny eye
of cyclops sun
egg on bun

Saturday, September 17, 2011

seaweed dreams

seaweed dreams on the ocean floor
lazy weeds beneath the constant roar
as wind and waves assault the shore
and ever was and evermore

Friday, September 16, 2011

the beast in the cupboard

the beast in the cupboard
was hiding from me
strangled it with a lamp cord
te he hee hee he

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Morning Peeks Out

Morning peeks out
Behind a cloud
The daisies shout
Because they're proud

They've washed today
They'll soon dry out
The bees at play
Are on their route

The sun gets high
The clouds are blown
The daisies sigh
Where love has shone

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Ginsburg meditation

Ginsburg meditation
a rock on the pentagon
's lawn

Ginsburg ride
the el to heaven
glide down
a cowboy on a rocket

crash on illusion
crash all his hopes
when world went on

went on


where thinking's a crime

where thinking's a crime
where erstwhile the revered poet
his golden chime
falls upon audience of sullen withdrawn crowds
most brackish clime
spits ugly
with eyes that blackish shine
you fall back to wondering
in shaky repose
of sickly fearfully collective souls
of souls that huddle in bins
rodently cunning
gnawing and shitting
spread plague with their running
they splash in the sunlight and hurdle your spear
they fall down a bunghole and dissappear

Friday, September 9, 2011

A Kid

A kid sees in the movies
What a real kid never sees
And he hears songs about things
That a real kid never sings

And he hears tales on t.v. shows
Sees films made while real blood flows
And all his friends shirk and they ditch school
They smoke and they drink 'cause it's cool

When one kid shoots another kid
Well take a look at what we did
We glorify evil things
From loose sex to a murderous fling

We tell lies go in disguise
When one gets caught he cries
Though I'm to blame don't punish me
I'll bear no responsibility

In small things the demons lurk
Folks want to have cash but not to work
Ya know a kid lives in a small world
And that's where the garbage gets hurled

A kid knows just what he sees
And that's the thing he believes
All your words will miss him
As in they have no mission

You will know you have failed in the end
When he cries I don't know you my friend
As he sees in you the fool
He rebels against your rule

But a man will shrug and be dumb
Unable to reach out to his son
He will feel the truth at the end
It's when he reaps the whirlwind

Ah you just go on do your thing
My words won't matter or even sting
But I'll see you later down the line
I hope your tale won't parallel mine

Saturday, September 3, 2011

tomorrow soctober


i didn't want it to show
didn't want it to happen
the summer srunning away
chased by cloud sof winter

oh do linger
my dear september
my life sfirst chapter start
swith you

shadow sin winter
creeping longer each year
shade sfrom september
dear dead september

Friday, September 2, 2011


Here is something I wrote in 1969. I view it as a failed effort, but some might find something of interest in the reading of it.

The monkeys in the graveyard
Were fallen from the trees
They danced around the headstones
Over molding Autumn leaves
Becoming wild and evil
The more they moved around
Until the haze of Satan
Hung heavy on the ground

And all the rays of Heaven
Were gold beyond a rainbow
And all the graves were dungeons
The sky was very very cold

It was then with fire the creatures
Raised their hands to Satan
And praised his name and kingdom
And named him as the great one

Then all the souls were taken
From their cells and shaken
Like pepper in a cauldron
But no savior did awaken

The monkeys filled the treetops
And fled the blue of morning
They left on every marker
The mournful graven warning:
Your life is but an island
In a sea of darkness
The water's eating up the island
With each spiteful kiss
Welcome to the darkness
To the all alluring darkness

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

A Finger

I shot a finger in the air
To show I frigging do not care.
The bastard shot back at me.
Now I'm on the ground, as cold as can be.
If I had kept my finger in check,
I'd not be headed now for heck.
So be careful all you frustrated souls,
Or you, too, may end up full of holes.

The Peephole

Through the peephole I see,
Starin' right back at me:
One round eye.
Could be the pizza guy,

If the peeper were blue;
But, stuck there like glue,
Brown and ugly mean,
Is the nastiest glower I've seen.

Where have I beheld that iris before?
Was it inside the finance store?
Or on the dude sold me my shitty car?
Maybe it's the pissed bastard from the bar?

He can knock until his eyes turn green;
He won't get a step past the screen.
If I just pad softly off to bed.
Screw 'im, hope he concludes I'm dead

Friday, August 26, 2011

An Encounter in New Mexico

I have my life through admired the native American Indian and have been outraged that encroaching whites committed their crimes against them. I reverenced a vision of the wise old Indian, a man in tune with the Earth and his past and felt I had perchance met one that day in New Mexico, when I the hitcher got let out at a restaurant. He was standing beside the door, his greeting scarcely a grunt. I felt honored that he followed me in and sat next to me at the counter.

"Give my friend a hamburger," he told the waitress, who frowned.

"Give my friend a hamburger," he repeated.

She scolded the old Indian, who broke into a fit of coughing.

I got a cup of coffee.

As I sipped the tepid liquid, the Indian decided to impart a great wisdom upon me. "Don't ball up," he said between fits of coughing. "Don't ball up," he said several times.

I gulped the last of my coffee, paid hurriedly, and got the hell out of there.

Monday, August 22, 2011

poems is

poems stands on a table
like the salt a condiment
they hides under the label
a very own continent

poems speaks beyond words
beyond initial fizz
like the very guts of birds
because dears they simply is

Sunday, August 21, 2011

A Private Poem

I wrote a poem,
As all poets must.
Mine's of ashes on roses,
Eyelids gone to dust -

A private poem,
About a friend's heart -
The charming poses -
He lived life as art.

I end my poem,
With a fond farewell.
Another life closes -
One more final knell.

- For my friend, who recently died

Saturday, August 20, 2011

the chickens on my soul

spreading my calm
sad whistle from a train
spontaneous psalm
soft rustle of rain

the chickens on my soul
ever scratching and peck
ing to get at the burrowed bugs
i stretch tom sawyer
legs on the soft bank
softly imbibe much hallowed drugs

Friday, August 19, 2011

stopping so suddenly

stopping so suddenly my brain crashed
i stood there woodenly impulses smashed

then a dog
and my leg warmed

i felt so
and so alarmed

i heard a butterfly swooning
saw it crash on the lea
i stood there mooning
it could have been me

Thursday, August 18, 2011

not finished yet

i wish to again see you
in this or any milieu
cork or can or bijou
not finished yet i need you

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

the man thats gone

at last free my dears
the grease is in my gears
and i roll on alone

when they look for me
then they quickly will see
he is the man thats gone

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

i ain't older than the mountains

i ain't older than the mountains
they ain't older than me
north is higher than the south lands
ain't no borders for me

mountains may be turned to rubble
death can overtake me
mountains are just a bubble
only water is me

sprinkle me over the mountains
where the eagle soars free
forever the cycle maintains
for the mountains and me

Monday, August 15, 2011

when last i heard the cricket sing

when last i heard the cricket sing
and in my tree a mockingbird did dwell
i felt so greatly honored

but when my neighbor railed
all the magic dulled then sullied
and i felt out of sorts and bullied

Sunday, August 14, 2011

How the people

How the people make you stare,
through the windows in your hair:
bouncing and loping,
dancing, groping -
So secretly admit you really care

Saturday, August 13, 2011

an ark would be nice

a flood might surely wash the drought down the drain
and be worth enduring the forty nights and days of rain
better than watching as majestic pines turn slowly brown
and finally among once verdant stands come crashing down

an event to cause mother nature to hike up her gown
as waters make even giants tiptoe or else drown
so put those pontoons on your home and make of it a boat
and gather any relatives and assorted personages of note

Friday, August 12, 2011

peripheral window

peripheral window
where secret wonders display
and life is solved though hidden away

so quickly it shuts
before a mind wanders inside
the decisions not yours to decide

Thursday, August 11, 2011


I awoke to the rain and thunder
That come a bustin �'cross my roof
I closed my eyes and wondered
Dear God what 'm I 'spos' ta do

I knew I wouldn't see the sunrise
But I packed up my bags anywho
I knew I wouldn't see the sunrise
I growed under like a root

Well if you see my baby Lucinda
Tell her I just had to go
Tell �'er I gonna miss her
Ain't gon' ta see her not no mo'
Lord, lord
She put a padlock on her door

Well if you see my baby Lucinda
Tell her I just had to go
Tell �'er I gonna miss her
Ain't gon' ta see her not no mo'

I ain't seen no sunshine since Monday
Seems like a hundred years ago
I always believed that one day
Lucinda won't hurt me no mo'

No no it's gonna rain and thunder
Until the happy day I die
Ain't no surprise and wonder
Dear God there ain't no use to try

Well if you see my baby Lucinda
Tell her I just had to go
Tell �'er I gonna miss her
Ain't gon' ta see her not no mo'
Lord, lord
She will never see me cry

Well if you see my baby Lucinda
Tell her I just had to go
Tell �'er I gonna miss her
Ain't gon' ta see her not no mo'

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

i dream it to be

i dream it to be
dylan and ginsburg and me
howl up hobo night
surrounds us like fey light
dark starry van gogh
bloom and freely flow
of steel and desert
in harmonica concert

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

i see the words as sparrows

i see the words as sparrows
which cannot reach the ground
stuck in trees like arrows
feathers all tucked and bound

that once flew the straight and narrow
until they were traced and found
it chills me to the marrow
that they'll never be fetched down

Monday, August 8, 2011

Oh to be the bird with the sweet voice in the willow

Oh to be the bird with the sweet voice in the willow
With the sun going high o'er the great green meadow
I'd sing all the day long and beyond the evening shadows
Aiming the notes at hearts like the tips of kind and deadly arrows

I'd sing for the ones with no notes in their hearts to sing
And for the ones in despair who may have lost everything
My song would touch the ears of the low and the lowly
Of naked children who age so fast and then die so slowly

You would hear me sing through the walls of any fortress oh
With the leaders inside and the youth under heavy duress oh

All dogs on chains lose their bark for the song's this moving
At last the barker of war grieves the lives that they're losing
And as the cheaters of thoughts and the stealers of life
Confront their own tears the reality cuts in like a carving knife

Oh to be the bird with the sweet voice in the willow
With the sun going high o'er the great green meadow
I'd sing all the day long and beyond the evening shadows
Aiming the notes at hearts like the tips of kind and deadly arrows

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Ark on the Water

Aren't we alone
Aren't we all alone
Seems the rain must always keep falling
Aren't we unknown
Aren't we unknown
Vast universe a stalling
Star lost its mooring

Aren't we alone
Aren't we all alone
Seems like the sky never will be blue
Aren't we unknown
Aren't we unknown
I just feel it can't be true
Where's the dove that flew

While we're waiting
There's no better time for love
Hide us away
We'll make love all day
There's nothing else but love

Aren't we alone
Aren't we all alone
Seems like the sky was never so gray
Aren't we unknown
Aren't we unknown
Hide us away
We'll make love all day
There's nothing else but love

Hide us away
Hide us away
There's nothing else but love

Saturday, August 6, 2011

The pterodactyl

The pterodactyl
Can be rather docile;
A quiet contemplater is he.
Wise pterodactyl;
He lives on his rock pile,
Shunning bustle and community;
Polishing his claws,
Humming without pause,
Often slipping into dormancy.

The pterodactyl
Is wholly without guile;
A solitary wisher is he.
Round pterodactyl,
Fat his chosen life style;
A monumental fisher is he.
Allows men to breathe ;
They taste most un-fishlike, you see.

Friday, August 5, 2011

i'm not bleeding on the outside yet

i'm not bleeding on the outside yet
don't lick my buttons shep
my heart pleading at the outset
don't lick my loafers shep
maybe a trickle
get away dog

Thursday, August 4, 2011

is there anything new

is there anything new
or is the sky only blue
searching every heart
and every growing part
what if the stones tell us all
the shrouds of mystery fall
or the darkness takes it away
a day becomes just another day

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

toasting marshmallows

He sat toasting marshmallows
Over a burning corpse.
They'd together faced battles
Where one's character morphs.
He looked for angel nurses
At first but soon sat down.
The flames defied his curses;
He toasted them black-brown.

He ate, burning his poor tongue,
Wished his friend lasting peace,
Who had coughed up his lung.
He'd witnessed the release;
No more was to be gathered;
He packed away his gear.
And not that it really mattered,
At last the nurse appeared.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

50 years of howl

50 years of howl allen ginsburg allen ginsberg
and the best minds long gone
a dripping chop moloch in the caves of our defeat
in nam and iraq
the wind whip grit in our hobo teeth
along the 700 mile fence we burrow into berlin
skyscrape windswept fly with our arms
from the castles of the multinationals
to the cornfields below
xbox nation
a serpent in the classrooms
for science can't exist
with voids for minds
take heed
the cos
mic shutting

Monday, August 1, 2011

there were sails

there were sails
and troughs among endless waves
dolphins tails
and clouds in windless staves

sails hung down
our hearts were listing to
clouds did frown
the sky went misting through

we were blown
like thistles in the storm
soon came home
one early brighthurst morn

Sunday, July 31, 2011

if im alive

if im alive
to see a hundred and five
i may look like the crypt keeper
may be an all day sleeper
might forget to trim my nails
probly leave urine trails
tend to trip and fall
forget you one and all

but some things i will have
is my bottle of salve
a cat to sleep on my lap
bottom lip to flap
a giant magnifier
some kind of emulsifier
memories of mostly lies
cd of soothing lullabies

Saturday, July 30, 2011

you are the gentleness

you are the gentleness
the stone i need
lying in my open palm
the prayer i plead

to the nullity god
to hearth and fire
to days of toil and sod
to my angel lyre

Friday, July 29, 2011

my friends are dropping like flies

my friends are all dropping like flies
showered as the ddt machine sighs
i pull my robe close about me
huddled before flames with tea
the cup warm the liquid sweet
adjusting a blanket about my feet
marking the lives suddenly cold
the world smaller and decidedly old

Thursday, July 28, 2011

old music

i hear the slow lost piano
i hear your shaded voice
come into my old room
as though i have no choice

wending through
like a corkscrew
a worm into my heart

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

i rock alone

i rock alone
when the big time stars
have all gone home
call on the telephone 
when you see their cars
have left and gone
ill tell you that i love you
but dont come around tonight
its not that i dont want you
im like a bad dog that bites

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

son they'll make you fodder

son they'll make you fodder
for their never ending war
they wont even stutter
to demand your life and more

your ideal of justice
they will wave it to the side
hiding neath the auspice
of nationalistic pride

no loyal opposition
can survive without a fight
idyllic supposition
gonna bend before their might

take it into the street
and to the government halls
and demand a ballot sheet
that no politician soils

in the course of human events
dross got to be swept away
when they play games with your sense
dont be treated that a-way

Monday, July 25, 2011

the ghosts of the flowers

the ghosts of the flowers
dot your memory in our absence
the leaves of the hours
hang their shadows over the fence
in shapes of tears

oh dark angel of the field of loss
where shall i plant this dangling cross
where slant the ague with sorrow drenched
where slam the rainbow like a fist thats clenched
or splay this heart of fears

Sunday, July 24, 2011

but i love heather

i love the lilies in the sea
i love the hearth as it beckons to me
but i love heather more than all i know
i forgive the ones who laid me low
if ever you weep for the fallen man
step across me forget about old dan
for i lived as i loved with a peaceful heart
and willingly go and soon depart
heather my dove go on and say good bye
let no shadow or pain roll out from your eye

Saturday, July 23, 2011

you are ripe as an apple

you are ripe as an apple in a stores bin
and your treasures so ample
oh hold me my friend
the rite of love is to begin

hear sounds in the street birds the soft wind
as the smile on your face
meets my happy grin
veil on the floor i lock you in

fireflies pelting the night the crickets din
bold moonbeam on the floor
hold me closer my friend
for this night must never end

Friday, July 22, 2011

your eyes gleam like the firelight

your eyes gleam like the firelight
and your words are from paris right
cares from your heart all hang on the vine
you grew on a star and watered it with wine

and your songs for me are harnessed to that star
picking me up they carry me so far
wrote in your heart sailing to my own
letting me fly where you have flown

Thursday, July 21, 2011

peace succumbs

in the catalog of wasted words
peace succumbs to the buzzards first
its the one where the final round
is another fence where they put you down
yell rattle yodel but the catalog holds sway
bang against the old corral only sadists hear you bray

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

look at life

look at life as you would a flower blossom
it blooms and then its gone
beautiful for a time perhaps
bound to disintegrate to the elements
if thats not enough
perhaps we want too much

Tuesday, July 19, 2011


i wrote home
said mother i love you
and brother too
i telegraphed it
still of the night
cars in the headlights
rattled and went
stilled in ruts
and grass
door unlocked
i saw their ghosts
i swear i did

Monday, July 18, 2011

blessed are the bombs

blessed are the bombs
with which we instill gratitude and democracy
hallowed are the tombs
in which we bury the lives of millions without mercy
may the wisdom of goons
guide us through our divisions in times of uncertainty
surely peace will bloom
and we will sit atop the dung hill for ever in wealthy poverty

Sunday, July 17, 2011

searching for another walrus

searching for another walrus
through the bulrush of time
finding all the scraps of tartar
on the bones of an endless rhyme
the themes he taught us
tongs with grapes he brought us
laced them all hard and driving in the sun
grieving well im moving on
still i play his song

Saturday, July 16, 2011

moon took a dive

moon took a dive through the banks of clouds
scudding over the beach, landing in the cobalt sea
the meanwhile sun bleeped a red peep over the horizon
gathered itself in a ball in the mystery air of man time
saunter and scold the gulls kiss approval the dolphin
and hang time over the sail in the cloudless norm

Friday, July 15, 2011

still the rain gotta fall

still the rain gotta fall
when it washes us clean i don't know
smell a stain after it all
dont know if any flowers could ever grow

flower pots on top of the head
for helmet against the ones you secretly dread
knot in the stomach gets fed
until the ulcers making you virtually dead

come home to the farms the cities
hang the hate and anger and glory on a pole
leave the anger the hates the pities
and nobility to pursue in life a worthier goal

Thursday, July 14, 2011

don't weep for me

shrill and hysterical
these putdowns of the war
whats wrong with peace lovers
dont they want a war miss scarlett
fiddle de dee

i see the soldiers
feel the boulders
bombs dislodge
thats my arm in the rubble
and my breath that bloody bubble
forgot to dodge

dont weep for me
weep for politics
military men
flags and parade marshalls

one day go to market
next supply collateral damage

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

before a bright and silvery moon

before a bright and silvery moon
the penumbra of hair in silhouette
fine and soft
the music simmering little rhythms
from the bose hidden in the deep shadows
air timeless
no movement but of the searching heart
and the shimmering of drops coursing down
lost and dark
and the sliding moon off course in clouds
the curse of darkness made more bitter still
by nights gall

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

wounded earth

the wounded earth and slaughtered peoples
guilty of no wrongness except being if that be wrong
huddle together in mounds of dirt and bloodiness
and dont know who won the war or particularly care

Monday, July 11, 2011

the waltz of the willow

bold red bird in the whipping wind
riding on branches that shake and bend
a winter freeze when the night grows calm
bird and tree and morning an amazing psalm

Sunday, July 10, 2011

collateral friend

how careless of me
i dropped a bomb
in your neighborhood
it was not exactly
that you asked me to come
it was for your own good
my collateral friend

so dont get sniffy
if your teeth rattle
around inside your skull
done in a jiffy
in heat of battle
dude dont ponder or mull
it was for your own good
oh collateral friend

Saturday, July 9, 2011

the chains on your feet

all of your chains
arent in your brains
theres chains of the times
chains of neverending rhymes
plus the chains on your feet

not all chains are steel
and some are not real
some you feel in your heart
some you cant even start
plus the chains on your feet

plus the chains on your feet
they chain you to the stars
and the chains on your eyes
fasten you to the cart
plus the chains on your feet

Friday, July 8, 2011

lazy bones

i work hard like a truck
i wonder why they say it ain't enough
lazy bones has all the luck
they say he can't work cause hes not that tough

when i draw my god damn pay
i find lazy bones at the bank in a z-28
i have to back out of the way
so that fool got room to ease casual out the gate

cant compete
ole lazy bones got me beat
cant stand no more
id like to walk out the door

cant compete
im standin in defeat
cant take no more
lazybones got me feeling sore

im handy round my girl i love
i thought til lazybones peeked through my door
i thought we fit like a hand and a glove
lazybones got it she wont see me no more

Thursday, July 7, 2011

i no longer feed concepts

i no longer feed concepts
i need colors warmth soil
the ideas are discussed
to giberish by ape priest and foil

a good woman cozy meal
industry for body and ague
the war in the background
for those whove forgotten how to argue

precepts i live by just are
love of grandchildren rules
warmth of the hearth gentle words
kind disregard for agendas and fools

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

july fourth is

july fourth is a day for lovers
picanics and horrible explosions
explosions of patriotic fervor
of blythe empiric implosions

of little flags by the flood of tepid beers
of gobblers of massive hills of red beef
proud to soldier on them godless queers
unheedful that statesmanship's on a reef

july fourth is a day for soldiers and children
for grannies and four wheelers and bands
for the deaths and lives of the expanding million
who once held the power to own freedom in their hands

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

easy farewell

last i bid easy farewell i know what's lost
as little men and angry women tally the cost
to ride a purple SUV around the block
a thousand ships unload more down at the dock
my numbers fail to conjure in lotto bubbles
my wifes back gone the way they pile work and troubles
on poor workers what american dream is that
just play baseball but dont even hold a bat
ah but you got games and lawns that youre mowing
and you got cell phones that have numbers glowing
and youre in a boat you think someones rowing

Monday, July 4, 2011

the orangutan poets

o take my hand
i have arms as long as a python
but my steps are something puny
let us go like brothers
into the lazy fruit trees
where we eat the sweet meat
and take bugs from behind our ears
o swing languidly from a branch with me
don't get in your jeep and go
i want you to laugh with me
and feed me tasty treats

Sunday, July 3, 2011

portrait of god

the portrait of god*

hung anonymously on air
the handsome face the black hair
van dyke whiskers and royal blue robe
eyes invisible though i probe

look you stare at it until you die
examine with every eye
a lifetime in the portrait's rare glow
where it ends you'll never know

*based on a dream i had

Saturday, July 2, 2011

mellow thoughts

grasshoppers in the meadow grass
lookin like somebodys thumb
and the dew like a broken glass
shines brightly in the yellow sun
all the worlds made for meadow larks
and distant sounds well the doggy barks
all the worlds made for mellow thoughts
ingenious rounds for minimal costs

im looking to save the melody
in a cup of morning tea
loved ones on the telly i see
in the mid day returns to me
all the world turns for moments we save
and children out on the meadow we play
all the world turns on omens of mystery
and children so gentle and all whispery

Friday, July 1, 2011

pages of grass

the pages of grass on a general lawn
wax from green to yellowish to even brown
with dandelion kings and hosts of clover
til lawnmower blades cut them inches lower
and then hiding hiding spurts of furtive growth
about mid week the fiesta bursting forth
chem-lawn drunken orgy and then saturday
groans of oh no its the weekly battery
whacked like enemy clans on ancient lands
storming back like vast armies of ghengis khan
so it goes the struggles of a general lawn

Thursday, June 30, 2011

to maim the skies

why maim the skies
like feathered geese
spitting like flies
at the clouds of fleece
honk with fire
honk with grief
flame a spire
of gross disbelief

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

i ate the can of peaches

i ate the can of peaches
like steve mcqueen
it in my mouth
spilling sweet syrup
from the gaping can
o sweet jesus
tasting so good
i ate the can of peaches
im free at last

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

still the silvery air

how still the silvery air
of twilight over mountain
old tigers left his lair
the eagles close the curtain

the purple night is nigh
the travelers banking coals
in secret close winds ply
around the spires and grassy knolls

the hare in the moonlight
stealthy paws on the rise
stars twinkles icy bright
in the latest paen to the skies

Monday, June 27, 2011

great jaws/eden

great jaws shaking me like a storm ridden willow tree
the demon of war tearing at the throats of all the young men
in eden on the planets other end a veil calm as tea
a young girl dances to grandmothers approving grin
god is so good she applauds god is so good

Sunday, June 26, 2011

i watch

i watch you on the middle of the tightrope
arms like charlie chaplins waving
all in all your balance an isotrope
to the love im always craving

you spin you turn then how you waver
concentration fear in your eyes
you look to me like your dreaded savior
one last glance before your body flies

Saturday, June 25, 2011


your thoughts are your own
my words are mine alone
how sadly how aimless like a drone
if you echoed me
and I mirrored thee
in a world diverse and duplicate free

Friday, June 24, 2011

straw haired man

straw haired man in the field
arms stiff as rods legs
painted smile on bunting head
forlorn post harvest and sad

Thursday, June 23, 2011

a portrait

the canvas on the water
stretching high and wide
the painters masterpiece
of endless sky and ocean
gulls in a wide beat
and diving porpoise that smile
a mast on the horizon
of pirate or garbage scow
a sun thats an emblem
a signature and a law

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


when the waltz of the waves
transcends the whale
eyes like mountains ride the gale
thundering ben hur
chariot on oceans of bubbling slaves
returning to azure
and the rythm of measured staves

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

a pilgrim

sink like a stone on the Bismark of ignorance
or dwell like a leper in the lofty pines of penance
stink like a bone on the floor's insignificance
cast your lot on the shifting wind of intransigence

Monday, June 20, 2011

ancient crusty

ancient crusty
still likes to rock n roll
(come on baby lets go downtown)
his rooms are musty
head makes one wish to bowl
(my little run run run runaway)
his dreams are lusty
lasered toward his goal
(take a sad song and make it better)
his love is trusty
it burns like furnace coal
(two riders were approaching the wind began to howl)

Sunday, June 19, 2011

i digress

i spit in the teeth of death every day
ask the sob going my way
and if the answer happens to be yes
well okay but i digress

i laugh the laugh of a cretin of clay
if it aint happy and gay
i walk the squares like strategy in chess
until okay i digress

i should be dead full forty years away
the bastards plans went astray
my borrowed time is like heaven i stress
until it all should digress

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

fat curl

fat curl on churning ocean
swamp the boat and foist the whale
hand in the rigging
eye on the final tale

Thursday, June 16, 2011

i saw smoke

i saw smoke pouring out of your window
heard you yelling more kerosene
i saw your cat go out on a willow
the scaredest cat ive ever seen

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

learn how to fly

are you ever going to learn how to fly
over waters of trouble and how not to die
i saw a funny pilgrim way down below
who trussed his wings for they made him walk slow

will you take these wings and learn how to fly

Tuesday, June 14, 2011


and his missus
he gone a long time
she hid from the vipers
he braved the snipers
reunion sublime

Monday, June 13, 2011

i am a post

i am a post along your fence line
a thread in your hemline
an image in your shrine
a thoughtbeam in your glass of red wine

Sunday, June 12, 2011


walls are the sound of fear or anger
erected like statues in a public place
but built stone by stone
by a long suffered race

Saturday, June 11, 2011

i see brail in the silken sky

i see brail in the silken sky
in fore-horizon and hind
a book of heaven
to the fingers of the mind

Friday, June 10, 2011

hell is a street paved with diamonds

hell is a street paved with diamonds
and starving faces all about
great big speeches and children
whose bloated bellies ballooon out
its armies marching mad dog machines
blessed by priests of corporate clout

Thursday, June 9, 2011

it is time for a poetry resolute and strong

it is time for a poetry resolute and strong
with no pity me ethos or ring of doomsday gong
a boot in the teeth of despair
aye root old moloch from its lair
reclaim from desolation wrangles the nightingales song

build in castles lighthouses for the blind and withered soul
return to newcastle with a new and different kind of coal
spear the weak with kindness
an open hearted mindness
to prod them on their way to a fast and finer goal

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

in the simple tones of evening

in the simple tones of evening
when the dark is on the town
i reflect on days
and simple ways
and the happiness ive found

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Houston Is

Houston is my land of dreams
The future of my plans and schemes
The secret of the town I love
I will tell you people what I’m singing of

Houston your heart is love
The home below the sky above
You’re on the go I have to crow
Houston how I love you so

Each night along the bayou
Music pours for a happy soul
The morning grace on the freeways
The rising sun that cuts away the haze

It’s here she was born and raised
Who keeps me happy and amazed
Our children too they know how true
And so we offer this invite to you

Houston your heart is love
The home below the sky above
You’re on the go I have to crow
Houston how I love you so

the sleeping dead

the sleeping dead will arise
and walk as mist in life
see how they open their eyes
and march playing a fife
down 42nd Street

see them stopping to buy porn
for which they cannot pay
then high stepping before morn
falling when light turns gray
into their hole of disbelief

Monday, June 6, 2011

send her a rainbow

send her a rainbow
a robin or two
but just let her know
its real and its you

Sunday, June 5, 2011

cowchip moon

cowchip moon
with clouds wayward scudding
our raft in time
search the sky for way stars budding

Saturday, June 4, 2011

a spiders web

woven van gogh tapestry
colored gold by morning sun
artist at the ready
to put sunflowers on the moon

Friday, June 3, 2011


silence of diamond
fog over icelocked sea
tears on a mountain
hidden rage roams free

Thursday, June 2, 2011


buckets in the well diving deep
splattering ones reflection
like a jillion frightened sheep
conjuring introspection

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

losing the faith

losing the faith
in every way we can
inviting the wraith
to the parties we plan

war of the worlds
no martian need apply
feed swine with pearls
why did we have to die

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

so there went the future

so there went the future
zipping like a bird
across the arc of sky
as alone you stand
in last week's stone rubble

so there went in a haze
the wholly new world
in which you would renew
a self pristine pops
with the errant bubble

Monday, May 30, 2011

your silver feet

will you walk your silver feet
across the rutted ancient street
where chinese herbs are dead or dying
gliding past the lonely lane
the sound above the surfing train
of cobblers building shoes for giants
at least bring a silent mirth
to a science thats giving birth
to a new race of holy androids
hell reward you with singing
and rebuke your lord with stinging
insults and loss of rank and privelege
he will shod your silver feet
and fasten on a leather leash
turn you loose in the place he pillaged
there to mourn the freedom lost
be so careful not to accost
the toys that he gave all your world to

Sunday, May 29, 2011

ulysses drank

drank the fishies
out of the bay

he spat out a shark
and a species that barked
as he collapsed on the quay

Saturday, May 28, 2011

the cage in my heart

i sang of moloch in the caves of fire
journeyed home with a bale of chicken wire
to fence the cage in my heart

made a glory chant for my first-born son
who boldly ran a hummer into the sun
cant lock the gate to my heart

Friday, May 27, 2011

zen over utah

zen over utah
make my pillars break
not because of ptah
i philly the steak

Thursday, May 26, 2011

my silvry hair

my silvry hair is hanging down
in ponytail sublime
my tattoes are big and round
blurs of olden times

my bulbous nose is big and fat
with hairs so stiff and long
and my eyes are sunk in bags
my breath is gag me strong

its nice im old instead of dead
though i wonder all the time
is this thing really my own head
who would have stolen mine

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

blue elvis

i'll have a blue elvis
thank you
a big old blue elvis
thank you
a velvet elvis to hang tearfully
would be the thing i'll pay cheerfully
i'll hang the blue elvis
in my bedroom
it'll take an elvis
to dispel the gloom
you'll be doing all right
with your van gogh tonight
but i'll have a blue blue blue elvis

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

i saw an old friend today

i saw an old friend today
she didnt see me at all
so many words there are to say
so many ladders could scale the wall

i saw her fading away
like echoing in the hall
so many feelings that drift astray
so many edifices crumble and fall

Monday, May 23, 2011

hobos dream

to live the hobos dream
just hear the hobo's scheme
talk no words that preach
eat no meat that stinks
bathe anytime you can
make coffee in a rusty can
beg never borrow
pray the sun comes up tomorrow

Sunday, May 22, 2011

when generation of vipers

when generation of vipers became can of worms
cannot pinpoint it exactly
like watching as a bowl of jello gently firms
we tolerate matter of factly

not heeding the gentle itch until it becomes a boil
is as human as knock on wood
as natural as pure white undies with their bit of soil
at least we know to launder them good

Saturday, May 21, 2011

joan of arc

cactus prickly toes
arms like alley oops
she sleeps with him like joan of arc
he wakes with all the scars
i love you joan of arc
but we soon must part

Friday, May 20, 2011

perriwells fantasy

perriwells fantasy
made everyone antsy
he dreamed hed strangle them all
so they tacked his hide to a wall
his guts slithered around some throats
alas thats the end of these notes

Thursday, May 19, 2011

do not try young muffins

do not try young muffins
to peel dedalus from the sun
plow yon surf furrow ye soil
weep not nor stretch the gate
wend ye home in darkness
weary be weary sleep

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

west of eden

west of eden rises a hamburger joint
there is a girl flipping adding mayo
the hundred drive through patrons point
to her beauty at least the seers say so
(me i keep my trap shut)

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

no title

love's for the human
the rest is evolving
in circles revolving
the soul to illumine

Monday, May 16, 2011


turn on the butterfly
it lights up the sky
like a carnival
with ferris wheels and zippers
and little kids with cotton candy

Sunday, May 15, 2011


Oh who
Whose dawn at my window
Do I see
Whose bird
That chirps at my window
just for me

Through the night
Cold gray shadows
bother me
who breaks the sun
answer me

Are you God
Are you some nature's whim
Are you God
Are you some nature's whim

Saturday, May 14, 2011

no no i dont do that

i fight like a marshmallow in a blender
i get goo all over the bad guy
i sink like a pebble in the marshes
burrow like crayfish on jambalaya day
just remember he who runs
will never fight this or another fray

Friday, May 13, 2011

lab pup

i like my dog i really do
shes the only link to my lost shoe
and when i come home its neat
she says glad to see ya time to eat
of course when we play tug of war
its all or nothing for her
making up rules like chomping hands
is standard in all the lands
big old seventy six pounds
wants on my lap zounds

my heart is a broken wheel

my heart is a broken wheel
the barrow rusts its burden
entangled vines of groping twine
sewn on leaves freewayed ants
orphan storm freaking dawn 

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

many are the skies

how many are the skies
that cross before peoples eyes
how often do they stare
feeling nobodys there
as they
click remotes
eat oily chips
underline quotes
lie sleepless

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

friends -

like the seaman with his ayes
the winner with his prize
youve winnowed in my heart
better than whistlers art

i love you like peanut butter
and any milk giving udder
we are building something special
like a condominium big and spacial

please continue writing here
i will buy you all cyber beer
any time i ever let you down
give me a kick but not a frown

Monday, May 9, 2011

had epiphanies for breakfast

had epiphanies for breakfast
cognitions on my break
my domains east texas
the truths so hard to take

had a mental breakdown this evening
soothed by jim beam and chunks of ice
slept like a little bitty baby
woke up ready to pay the man his price

Sunday, May 8, 2011

to sleep in the afternoon shade

sleep in the afternoon shade
whitewash bucket against the fence
willow and woodpecker staid
glass emptied  of lemonaide
to work in field no more hence

Saturday, May 7, 2011

i saw the bells in america

i saw the bells in america
heard the woodpeckers song
felt the blows of carpenters
hammering houses rife and strong

i swam in her sunlight
my livelife long
ground up like a peanut
somethings gone wrong

Friday, May 6, 2011

the cloud

the cloud committed suicide
taking us along on a wild ride
dipping in funnel a blender on earth
chewing ground up to Forth Worth
then suddenly expired

Thursday, May 5, 2011

songs of fury

stealth sun
spread over meadow
increments run
antlers clash
songs of fury

stealth bombs
creep over village
violence comes
antlers clash
songs of fury

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

horse roundup

appaloosa horses on the trail
how many cowboys on their tail
and the tall mesas canyons and stones
laugh at oh so weary the bones

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

a poem

moon dingo stark silhouette
make a splash by the wheelbarrow
before you're gone dark egret

Monday, May 2, 2011

my burden

god is a burden keeps me down and crazy
from birth when young and strong
to when barris strikes the gong
and i drop his lard ass to push a daisy

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Marshmallow Mountain

Marshmallow Mountain
A beauteous thing to see
With crusts of walnuts
Splashing chocolate glee
And little sprinkles abound

Edible monument
Better than orgies of sex
Burrowing like a worm
Wild chomping vortex
Make the mountain a mound

Saturday, April 30, 2011

My Dream

I went to sleep last night
had a dream like a falling kite
I dreamed that you had died
I felt that weariness inside

The only way I found that I could keep you
Darlin' was I knew that I would eat you
Dragged your body to the kitchen eagerly
Worked into the night so busily

A roast, a little meat pie
A burger and a ribeye
Hey, I roll it in the dough
Even make menudo

I wanna taste you
I wanna baste you
I wanna sizzle and fry
Soup and salad I cry

Gravy and I'll sop you up
Save the drippings in a cup
Cracklin for a Sunday treat
Love you darlin time to eat

Happily I awakened dear
To find that you still were here
You're better than a sandwich to me
So we gonna live together happily

Friday, April 29, 2011

blasted seagulls

seagulls are bossy
and crude
treat them like pirates
and highwaymen
theyd kill you for your food

nature potions

nature potions
april notions
walk in meadow
wet shadow

rain over
rife clover
face-on deer
bunny queer
high the weeds

Thursday, April 28, 2011

stale night and sad ballad

in the still stale night
sultry and sad ballad
in dungeon-like gloom
strobe light flake
on your cheek
who makes love to you
whisper my dear
sad one
makes you purr
when the bad night is through

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

kid with stick - a painful poem

on sidewalk i bend
to pick up the coin

old ugly mama
squinch eye ham
yowtch again

hide in kitchen
don't go out no more

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I Ate My Heart For Dinner

I wrote of beauty;
It bit my hand.
I wrote of ugly;
It called me grand.
I ate my heart for dinner.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Literary Bombs

Write bombs of literature
On missiles well aimed
Attach a signature
To the frail and maimed

Planted in the libraries
Like Seuss and Einstein
Buried on the prairies
aged in bottles like wine

Sunday, April 24, 2011

strangers in the woods

strangers in the woods
curious eyes
no parking lots
tall buildings
callous souls
til human goes

Saturday, April 23, 2011


flying through the rains
on an everclear jet
tookie bird o'er the plains
romance an egret
i saw a smokin' toe
and a river slowly flow
before the marshmallow pink
set the plane on the blink
dive dive dive dive
you know slowly jive

salvation sixpack

melt walls to molten rivers
clog sewers like diseased livers
escape rat-hole cancer tombs
salvation sixpack in meadow blooms

Friday, April 22, 2011

on the blue wet beach

shoot the stars up at night
balance the moon just right
put out the common light
for we dance on the blue wet beach
punctured sun down below
wind blew clouds with the crow
jet black waves circular flow
dancing like starfish out of reach

Thursday, April 21, 2011


There's always going to be
A sailor on the sea;
Not always at his shoulder
A gun upon a soldier;
But the mote in God's eye
Got to be a pilot in the sky.
He got bombs the size of Detroit
That he don't hesitate to deploy;
He don't hear the people's cries
Or read the pain in their fearful eyes.

Lie to Me

How cynical, my friend,
To speak the truth.
No apologist's grin,
Extracted tooth,
Or face-saving spin.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

bird poem

i scattered a poem
across the lawn
birds ate the pieces
every one

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

When I Feel Like I'm Gaining on You

Gypsies on ships, wind waves on rye
I'm comin' to get you darlin', don't even know why
See the dog-eared moon, sinking low on her slip
Cross-eyed beggar stealing your grip
Smell the sea and sun as cross country you run
Don't you ever slow down, don't you ever be found
When I'm feelin like I'm gaining on you
I lose myself tween the mountain, and the mountain dew
Like Ulysses, I stroll beneath the sun
The parrots of doom can't hurt me none
Between the cross and gun, you keep having your fun
Never slow down, don't you ever be found
I rolled two bridges, drunken and gray
Thought I saw your face, on the broad fairway
Neath the curtains of night, I raced down to the lea
Still asking myself where can she be
The race is almost run, my stamina is done
I�'m prostrate on the ground, now you'll never be found

Monday, April 18, 2011

I Wrote Some Poems

I wrote some simple poems of freedom,
Wrote them for you and myself;
I never dreamed the past would see them,
Let alone you and myself.

I rode the freight train into Texas,
El Paso to San Antone.
I left the poems and the nexus
And I went home all alone.

I wrote other poems, other things,
Wrote them for you and myself.
I keep them near all my Spanish rings,
I keep it all to myself.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

be at ease with me

but as the wind that blows
rolls around all night
in the trees and holes
and the owl takes flight
will you sleep
at your ease with me

there we can warm our toes
we can hug for love
when the moonlight shows
its what we dreamed of
counted sheep
be at ease with me

Saturday, April 16, 2011


my war haunts me
your war too
thats what taunts me
please be true
dont ever let them
hold you down
dont argue with them
and dont frown
their war haunts me
my war too
their war wants me
ill be true
dont ever let them
hold you down
dont reason with them
be a clown
dont ever let them
be a clown

Friday, April 15, 2011

the colorbook

pastels and crayons
the colorbook of our lives
choose the colors carefully
and please don't stay in the lines

the sad cows

to graze among the sad cows
to simply eat when one bows

Thursday, April 14, 2011

the moon's a rock

the moons a rock a hurled stone
flung by someones careless hand ill bet
some mischievous to the bone
kind of mark twain huck n tom mindset
who on the path meandering home
idly that missile he paused and met
sent it evermore to roam
then to home before his mom could fret

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

no title

i raise the rent
you will pay me sir
your pays a cent
you will serve me sir

high definition
roads to perdition

lay down your life sir
for your time has come
submit to knifes sir
first well make it numb

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Moon turn off thy lunar beams
Lathe me not with tender dreams
Cast off love's heavenly streams
I'm alone and chaste tonight

Dot not the heavens with stars
Place clouds 'tween Venus and Mars
Forbear memory that chars
I'm alone and chaste tonight

Monday, April 11, 2011

springtime in houston

its springtime in houston my friends
the time the hot weather begins
the blue jays fuss and they bother
azaleas early martyr
sending blooms like comets to die
in lovely streaks before the eye
we make obeisance to the sun
like cats we make the hot tin run

Sunday, April 10, 2011


A tack or a nail
Attack or a rail
A sack or a pail
A shack or a jail
Poor anonymous must decide
Before boarding the omnibus of life

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Sides of Waves

The sides of waves
Are fluidly smart
They snides and sueves
and they rolls apart

in the interest of rhymes I had sueves pronounced with a long A.

Through the Mirror Wall

My world has stopped
Against a mirror wall.
I see depths I've never known.
When I pass to the other side,
Where the sun has never shone,
I'll build my hut
And then a pony stall
And plant seeds I've never grown

Friday, April 8, 2011

about sir creaky pants

she awoke from dreaming of her favorite knight
whimsical misguided utterly stupid creaky pants
he came before her armored for the big joust
bearing red flowers afixed on his worm eaten lance
rode gallantly into the fray of the fight
returned in foul disgrace to his home in rural france
ah but the judges they did not judge her knight
when the creaky pants come off in the romantic light

Loving Spring

I love the little birds
That flit in my trees and sing
I love the naughty squirrel
That sits above everything
I love the springtime loom
That weaves the leaves
And makes the color bloom

Thursday, April 7, 2011

No Title

Suddenly I feel cold. And alone.
Ready to lie in the ground prone.
Why did my mama let me survive?
I don't deserve to be alive.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Ash Tree

Premature, the ash prospers,
Having its own secret dopplers;
Cold wind and relentless rain
Could only rattle the ash tree's chain.
It stands near the swimming pool
In spring raiment when jackets rule,
Cheery as Easter children,
Offering leaves birds can build in.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


tousled hair grandson
grins big as the sun
run with outstretched arms
into hugs snuggly warms
little hand in my hand
aint it grand aint it grand

Monday, April 4, 2011

apple time air

slip those sleepy-time dreams beneath your pillow
for now its apple time air as curtains billow
suns arose to throw a shadowy scribble
of aspin leaves and a bit of willow

leave those sleepy-time dreams with the teddy bears
leave them with the rust of yesterday cares
leave them with the dark at the top of the stairs
leave them to the tasks of at night-time affairs

Sunday, April 3, 2011

'44 and '45

rattle down dusty roads
canvass water bags
mama stops digs her toes
grips a limb and snags
wild apples

1944 and 45
good years for little boys to be alive

california coast
to the orange groves
of lindsay migrant ghosts
family that roves
wild apples

Saturday, April 2, 2011

the paw and the thorn

dare you be
the sword within the wound
and the pain
felt as one as you twist the sword

if you die before you live

Friday, April 1, 2011

tis well

a briney sea
a billowy wave
and thee
to set sail
round the horn
tis well
my dear
tis well
hard on the lea
two swordfish bend for thee
forming a heart
a union theyll ner part
tis well
my dear
tis well

Thursday, March 31, 2011

missing in action

listen the whirring blades
chop chop chopping motors
the daring escapades
over the fields and glades
the heat of explosions
the force of wind that fades
returning from tirades
ghostly chopping motors
flying for decades
again again in raids
fraught with meaningless rage
in the fields of all dreaming

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


honor way to war
no matter what the peaceniks think
honor wages war
forever on the brink
i lost my honor long ago
in youngsters' blood that flowed

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

the wine

mercy girl the wine
that overflowed til morning
still has me strong
though the day that is borning
has sent you home

Monday, March 28, 2011


woman clean the doll house
she go to work about five
woman wear a red blouse
she husband maybe alive

she waiting on the tables
she cleaning up the floor
she live a life of fables
she giving up the score

woman make the doll house
husband kicking at the door
woman trick the dead mouse
woman dont come back no more

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Kerry Runs For President

dole scratch that
kerry sat upon rozinante
his drinking straw of a lance in hand
im going to flow like a bottle of tipped chiante
in a quest to unseat the beastly band
retake control over the hotdog stand
for who controls wieners controls the final ante
so saying he and mount wobbled into the fray
filling the mouth of the beast like gooey candy

Saturday, March 26, 2011


If there must be ticks
There must be tocks
Say all the straight-laced clocks
And they tick
And they tock
And they tock tick
Tock tick all day long
Sing their only song
To anyone or nothing
All day long
Tick tock tick tock
Wish I had a scat singing clock:
"Too ya dootin tock a doodle ee oo oo
Wow Tock a tickie toodlee ock to you"

Friday, March 25, 2011


your intelligent  eyes
connect like a sudden prize
dispelling my lackluster day
together we shall romp
and parade in righteous pomp
until the world smiles at our play

Thursday, March 24, 2011


she gave me all her love
there was no light above
and the sun rays came breaking through
she took me to her heart
she bade the pain depart
and i felt my whole life renewed
and what she gives to me
she in turn does receive
now we shall never be alone
when storm clouds do squall
and the hail and thunder stall
we smile as if the sun has shone
we shelter with our love
there is no force above
there is no force below thats known
i pledge to you my life
humbled youre my wife
amazed at the way we both have grown

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

slow train

there's a slow train moving
through the fields of iowa
through the orchards out west
and the lands of the kiowa
it's chugging on magic wheels
over a carpet of flowers
straight through the heartland
to a rendezvous with silver towers

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

do you

do you praise the prisons
that hold us from loving
do you fail to see that missions
are bestowed by living

Monday, March 21, 2011


circles and stands
and applauding hands
and apples hanging golden in the sun
bad crinkled eyes
survey the skies
and praise the stars that everythings been done

Sunday, March 20, 2011


in the graveyard of billions of phones
sans dial and the dreaded busy tones
there's a dynamic at work
of gluttens gone all berserk
and when some aliens rovers chance here to land
they'll marvel at the texture and depth of the sand

Saturday, March 19, 2011

i dance

i dance along the cove
the waltz of the hours
dancing with the wolves
the mushrooms and the flowers
dancing like the wind
coaxing the gentle one that cowers
coming not to rest
next dancing with the rain showers

Friday, March 18, 2011


leadbelly leadbelly
wont you sing for me
sing from your cell on high
you dont owe a thing to me
thats so the birds that fly
im ready im ready
youre the king to me
you made me laugh and cry
you dont owe a thing to me
sing from your cell on high

Thursday, March 17, 2011

the antlers in the meadow

the antlers in the meadow
calmly serenely enchant the eye
the memory of the meadow in later years
where those antlers had to die
i wish i had taken the gun
i wish i had no reason to cry

you the titanic and the iceburgs

bambis mama died for your sins my friends
and jim jones of murder most foul
one cannot divest potatoes of skins
nor great gods features of its scowl

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

the coat of the ages

i wear the coat of the ages
stained with gore
animal and human
fashioned of chain mail, leather and silk
and great buttons of whalebone
inlaid gold
i stand astride the oceans
wondering which nations to smite next

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

curious destiny

curious destiny
one old man
one old chair
one bad tv
one bed
one hospice
one iv

his past
a garden grew
a mothers hugs
wartime cast
wines of love
and babies
not to last

moments of gold
leaves and gutters
cold gray eyes
halls of mammon fold
cool walls of brown
nights like spider coves
a heart grown small and old

uncurious destiny
uncurious cold
inattentive hospice
veil over the sea
are there gardens
families in love
yes but none for thee

a silver certain mountain

can you see a silver certain mountain
hung across the cerulian sky
its tip a forbidding shroud
its base a confusion of if and why
can you hunker there on icy promontory
for a blink of eternal eye
as you prepare to answer before you slip and die

Monday, March 14, 2011


the dogs of black and white
eat your purple monstrous soul
as raw soldiers of the night
ram down the light pole
to launch their missiles from darkness
you eat quivering meat

Sunday, March 13, 2011

i greet the day

i greet the day
as time comes strolling in
on feet of gray
and the sun's old bald head
throws beams my way
so slick n shiny 'tis

new sky leaks dew
wet shoes in fields of grass
a block then two
brings me to the hill i love
as the sky turns blue
my spirit soars with the birds

ponder the moon

i ponder the moon
i live on earth like a rat
ponderous balloon
make me feel like a gnat
if i could board that silver rocket
inside of some astronauts pocket
i could take a shit on the moon

Saturday, March 12, 2011

The Lillies of the Moon

The lillies of the moon
Await in the far side gloom
Cold as mushrooms
Final as tombs

Salute John Galt

Salute John Galt
He's selfish to a fault
If his mother's in a moat
He could just let her float
It depends on the "I", you see
Altruist is heresy

Friday, March 11, 2011


i would dream with ponies
running wild across steppes
whipping mains flowing tails
fresh off winter's vile grips
never seeing a man
dumb to all chains and whips

Thursday, March 10, 2011

i saw a god

i saw a god with a rifle and i wondered: who's to bleed?
i went into seclusion and meditated in my pool of blood.
i saw a woman behind a plow planting seeds of love:
i saw her children, naked skeletons in the furrowed ground.
i went into the city where i saw mountains of men
walking like rats over mountains of men
i looked to the desert for an answer but found my eyes blocked with sand

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

I Don the Body Electric

I don the body electric
becoming cool and metric
My actions so eclectic
I fairly ooze into a space
My actions all cool and tantric
Make others pithecantric
Til friend Joe nails my antic
"Hey cool dude you forgot your face"

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


The wind drifts blew o'er a mountain road
Across the canyon and sky
Who knows how much snow that old storm blowed
Before the wind chanced to die
In its wake a helicopter showed
The great machine seemed to sigh
Beneath the blades where it chose to slow
Lay a car flipped on its side
A crewman spoke on the radio
A man and wife crashed and died
On a black branch rested a scornful crow
Come to mock the baleful sky

Monday, March 7, 2011

But I'm Old

I felt tears for your sadness
I could become maudlin for a day
But I'm old I need gladness
Forgive if I go another way
For we've just met in passing
I'm innocent of love or passion

Sunday, March 6, 2011

A Poem

Sonic boom standing still
Cars on the freeway zooming by
Butterfly hanging nil
Rose speeding vast across the sky

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Snavely's Walrus

You are George's fiery dragon
You are Hannibal's
Tons of animals
You are the horse before the wagon
You have the teeth and hair
Of a famous dancing bear
I am Snavely's walrus

Thanksgiving Poem

beaks clipped their toes cut
frankenstein breasts jut
turkeys to glut your pleasure
dreaming of franklin's words
would be national birds
await the death man's measure

Friday, March 4, 2011


Your boat's a silver swift moon
Quicksilver thistle in a sea of dew
A fairy fiddle of a tune
Played in your heart when roses were blue

When First I Learned How to Write

I wrote the stars into my small universe
When first I learned how to write
Hung a moon a dot to keep the writing terse
Scrawled the planets' orbits tight
A symphony written out in cosmic verse
Caught in your reflected light

While Cleaning Bricks

While cleaning bricks, all on a chill, dewy, day,
I chanced on a spider, haughty, hopping, grey;
I'd chanced on a monarch regally serene,
Who rarely let trespassers get through her screen.
She eyed me with all her eyes, her body'd spin
The second my hand or body twitched their skin.
"I want only to clean off the mold," I said.
She did not reply, for she just wanted me dead
And saw no reason to speak with Meat Mountain,
As she called the man on pressure wash fountain.
I left her still challenging on carpet green.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

The Night is Like a Diamond

The night is like a diamond
Each day is like a pearl
Adiaphorous but for the gun
Playful like a squirrel

The gulls become winged bullets
At the bat of an eye
Spitting out fire from their gullets
Before they even try

Mama has then her ten children
Bathed and ready to dine
Winged bullets speed to kill them
Tase their spirits divine

The night is like a diamond
Each day is like a pearl
Adiaphorous but for the gun
Playful like a squirrel

Late Middle Age

I still hang my hat upon the hour
As though I were a young man
I carry my lady a flower
Wearing a vase for a hand
There's a goldenrod in the shadow
A meadow lark in the sun
There's a smile for my lady willow
And the morrow's race to run

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Splash

I paused for a splash
Of ten white ducks on a pond
I took the splash home

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A Friend, a Square Wheel

I saw an old friend today
He was drivin' the other way
Heard a beep then "Hey!"
Was all he had time to say
Glad I saw the friend today
Sad he went the other way

I went into the grocery store
Got a square wheel basket at the door
I tried to push it on the floor
But abandoned thankless chore
Didn't buy too much at the store
Left the square wheel basket at the door

I saw an old friend today
Got a square wheel basket at the store
Friend was drivin' the other way
I abandoned thankless chore
Glad I saw the friend today
Left the square wheel basket at the door

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Great Blue Ocean Dawned

The great blue ocean dawned
Like a mouth that yawned
Then froze and the world flooded in
Raucus cries and glided wings
Sticks with sails billowing
Then sylvan clouds that scudded in

The eyes of seeing saw the bend
Of time upon the ocean's skin
Saw the eruptions of snouts and fins
And the see-er laughed with rain
And set a funnel on the ocean plain
Smiling sent in sweeping drying wind

The ocean's time grew gray and old
As sun and world grew small and cold
Gulls took to the piers to stand in balls
Sails in tattered silhouettes
Porpoise in tired pirouettes
And the yawn closed its sleepy jaws

Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Rat in the Pantry

Listen! Hear the rat in the pantry?
Hear him bustle then chew;
Hear him rustle anew?
What ruse gave him entry
To make his raid on my pantry?

And yet he would think him ill used,
If I stalked his nest,
Seeking all his best,
Leaving shit and refuse,
Simply because it's what I choose.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

A Poetry of Despair

I dreamt a poetry of despair,
Saw armies marching to declare:
World with no peace.
I awoke to a sadness of scenes:
Cities in rubble; men without means;
Wars without cease.
I stood upon a family's ashes,
And cursed the demon that lashes:
Monster obese!
And a hundred screaming missiles
Came raining like the fall thistles
To speak their piece.

Friday, February 25, 2011

A Child's Drawing

The bold crayon figure child scrawl
Pinned on its paper against the wall
Has a grin that cracks its head
Wide open four teeth tongue of red
Arms short and hands two scribbles
Feet lost in grass of dots and dribbles

Thursday, February 24, 2011

To a Wanderer

Today I put ink in the sailboat
That you might leave translucent trails
In your erratic wandering
For you always set sail when the moat
Is dark; you might run off the rails
Your good karma squandering


I love to look upon your gentle face
I laugh when you upset the vision of grace
I have set for you
It makes you the more complex and human
It sets me aware I'm dealing with a woman
Not some dream untrue

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Tower

He stood like a tower at the crest of the valley,
His eyes like furtive little streams, his breath like the mountains.
Long he did contemplate and longer he did dally,
But in the end the tower bent west to the fountains,
To the gulleys and the springs and the great stone alleys.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Unsitted

There is never going to be concensus
Internal turpitude prevents us
Best not preaching to the committed
But to offer a good seat to the unsitted


Pillows on the waves; clouds scudding low:
Poseidon at his nap; turtles at his toes.
Lighthouse in his eyes;
Raucous gulls' hungry cries;
Yet, he grins; all is well is what he knows.

Monday, February 21, 2011


I blue moon in a reserve of flashes
Lone coyote I canyon in ashes
Await the plane in mirror that plashes
Gently against the sand

A herald woman of angel on clouds
Mambo she curve among stark gray crowds
Heart wings in solo flight on cool shrouds
Sharing me along the strand

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Dear Geraldine

Dear Geraldine,
Once called Jellybean,
In bygone playful banter;
Remember the garden in Rockport,
The house I built, to our discomfort,
Our game of taunt the taunter;
How you and Sam recieved the report
And moved away from our Rockport,
Gone to live in Rhode Island?

The seasons changed,
As we rearranged
Expectations and and perceptions.
We had both fun and agony after I wed,
And Opal, and I packed our belongings and sped
Into a life of personal deceptions,
Visiting you and Sam in our quest that only led
To an end both spiritually and physically dead.
But you and Sam thrived in Rhode Island.

I regret the time of personal pain,
That urged me to break the chain
And curtail our friendship.
My new life was constantly breaking down
And I felt I had all but lost my favorite clown,
Dear Sam, adjusting his lip;
I see that your life has improved and broken new ground,
As my own life has favorably turned around:
Forgive, as we are not meant to live as islands.

Sunday, 5 October, 2003

The Gentle People

I love you people
Who want to be gentle:
Not that you're sheeple,
Or have problems mental;
You demonstrate
That there's another way.
Your minds create;
Each day's a hopeful day.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Flower Liberation

Can a flower enter a garden,
Unbidden by the gardener's toil;
Conversely, is he just a warden,
To chain a flower to his soil?
Flower liberation:
I would give them motor bikes;
Flower determination;
Any lifestyle the blossom likes.

The Bad Wittow Boy

I'm a bad wittow boy
Playing with fluids like a toy
Disgusting is entertaining
When did pertaining
To little girls

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Death Came With Gentle Jaws

Death came with gentle jaws
And stealth into the room
Soon leaving on padded paws
Reeking a spell of doom

My True Love