#522. mid midnight

January 1, 2012

what is new
and what is old
in the eternal pause
of this daily rice and salt
happy some year this year

vast sun drenched reaches
of oil soaked sea
filled with tightening death
which sounds our species’ dirge.

shout microbes!
shriek reeds!
scream humans!
stink corpses!

do you feel the pain?
a disturbance in the force?
will it wake us up?

#289. gulf poem

June 10, 2010

distance
is a close thing
intimate and wild
calmly alone
the osprey
soars
dives
eats

your hand scraped
shark teeth out of the sand
glistening in the sun

memory gone from delight
to sadness
and anger

#263. Cali

May 15, 2010

the golden one
invited us into her
special cool hole
dug for all with love
in the Endless sand.
we will find her there
whenever we need her
looking out for us.

where now the driftwood
tossed on the beach.

mother
love
redfingers
daughters
clay
sons
damp
salt
straw
wine
charcoal
bread
kiln
pain
firing
work
bellows
weather
mortar
joy
house
shelter
home
wisdom
grandchildren
earth

#198. desperate eyes

March 11, 2010

desperate eyes

one blackened

embracing a desperate disguise

determined to hide

in the twist of dark black hair

her glory

with a river of untimely silver

his guilty affection

an intolerable burden

on the subway ride home

the story
so often dreamt
and lived
to share
while grieving
is the gift.
what has been taken
is still dreamt
and shared
between
lovers and friends.

the red dream is
to let your lover’s eyes
go deep
and when you do you are lost
and found.

Th woman
as paint
the pure lines of body
breast hip navel.
sharp
the pure lines of face
cheek nose eye.

all colors change sparkles
all colors real
color.

***

i sing angel with iggy pop
yr loveslaps
joy
collapsedance.

i dance naked.

later we fuck beautiful.
sweat is the endless sea.

***

Th woman
as man
i’m not pushing
or pulling yr rib.

i kiss yr hand.

***

The closed world of us in a car
at night.
Dreams.
dense and sweet against
the bitter chocolate world.
Touch the cold windshield
turned to ice.

Wake to morning thunder.
Pounds
lazy.

***
Th woman
over now.

#143. Th Woman (for Lo

January 15, 2010

Th Woman (for Lo

a new solution
Great.
lace and stone
smooth delicate
and tough
as the world

come to know. to fly.
come to come.

***
as naked lover
where can we go in the chase?

awkward movement
dance awkward
slow dance trance.

deal the drink
drive to the arms!

no damn cure no dumb pain.

feeling clumsy, can see everyone
with there show clothes off.
all the people going to painted pants
and lacquered moans, home.

cover yr eyes
and make you.

#112. Forbes Field Circa 1966

December 15, 2009

when
we were kids
we could never figure out
why the pittsburgh press and bob
prince were so mad at roberto.
we knotholers only knew
the great one
who would talk to us
for hours
in the sunshine
before the game.

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