#550. sticky storm

October 30, 2012

sandy tossd the streets and canyons today
we walked and tar-smelled the life and that still gate
that yawns when the surge drives the early morning rain wind dark

#479. irene the vacation

August 31, 2011

thin shade
the light from clouds crossed sun
water speaking
with the wind
pressure changes ozone depletes
exhilarated
run on grass
bright day after high sky blue sea
shout

autumn
burning winter
sharpening storms
underneath rose blue
sky and clouds shining
a swift green river down
seawards colors evaporating
rushing away today from tomorrow
the plank still flecked with paint
tosses its journey in time
with the world’s
chrysalis
birth

disturbed
american
storm-dream
chromosome

how much tea in that bag
man?

the proof of evolution are those
who do not believe
in the fact
of it

how much tea in that bag
man?

fear sprays
ripples of insanity
permeate the ice cream
of spoiled american lives

how much tea in that bag
man?

we have
the right
to bare
arms

how much tea in that bag
man?

we are a democracy
we have the politicians
and government
we are responsible for

how much tea in that bag
man?

live to work
or work to live
or not to work
at all

how much tea in that bag
man?

if you believe that god
gave humanity free will
then you believe that god
believes in choice

how much tea in that bag
man?

disturbed by
the american
storm of dreams
deep in my chromosomes

#383. booj wah z

September 13, 2010

hard working ticket
man in the stormy moon
bugs fly suicide in the lights
let the warm roar take over screaming
one with the crowd for a long evening high
above the green
with true fans

#334. honey sleeping

July 25, 2010

storm shards illuminate the dreams
water in sheets and the thunder
dogs barking across the valley
across the lake with children
dancing between the peaks

regarded dreamer gently the changes
flicker in time with your eyelids

#245. three day rain

April 27, 2010

the edge
of the storm
is sharp blue
lightening against deep grey

clear air
crying birds
full rushing river
sweeping past the pier pilings

beauty
worth the wait

#243. lovely storm

April 25, 2010

the rain curtain
falls on a quiet city tonight
white granite becomes thunder
black is split with jagged lightning
roiled clouds grey against dark grey
against deep grey is beauty flying above
the east river and brooklyn bridge knows we
are aware of each other and our comingling dreams

ready to jet
calm
in the eye
of memory
awake
in the storm
of my old dreams
high
in the wild winds
heading west
to you all

#185. blizzard

February 26, 2010

quiet this morning
snow quiet
almost silent

enjoying
isolation
thick
warm
anonymous

just another flake
hoping the thaw
never comes

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