Love (for 3 women)
1.My love for you is like
The strangeness of the ocean
When the ocean is
Green
You know like that jade green
Color that is so very very beautiful
My love for you is like an owl
On a postcard with a Jackson Pollack stamp
And random chicken scratchings on it
My love for you is like some kind of a mystery
My love for you is un-seeable, unknowable,
Sometimes unbearable.
My love for you goes in into perpetuity
Like love sometimes does….
2.My love for you is a thought in my mind\
And a warmth in my soul, and a certain amount of
No small amount of trepidation, my love for you
Thinks its clever but it probably isn’t
My love for you is a strange song.
3. My love for you remembers you
When I was small
You were a head of silver hair
And a lot of tears...
But I remember red rose tea
And chicken soup when I was sick
My love for you is a puzzled cat
4.My love is like a red red
Bird
A flock of them
Would really be something
Like wrapping paper
unfurling,
Crimson all through the sky
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sex or salvation
Even this world
Not another
Even this face
Of a revered
Icon
In the body
Christ in the body
Of a withering
Man
Hands search for pennies
And frail arms bend
Haunting narrow
Cheeks
And hallowed eyes
He sags
And lies in the street
Covered in a blanket
A man with
An angelic soul
And no money
This crippled man
Squirms
And searches the trash
Looking for money
Or food
Looking for sex
Or salvation
Looking for truth
Within denial
His eyes
Have been victorious
Over death
Deep brown
Seen it all
Eyes
Passing
The lust of strangers
And the anger of
The well-to-do
He passes
Christ in another body
From this world
Day in and day out
Mindless
Mental derangement.
Dark endless nights
In homeless shelters
And parks and dirty beds
This man loved by only
The soul of his mother
Loves him still.
Even this world
Not another
Even this face
Of a revered
Icon
In the body
Christ in the body
Of a withering
Man
Hands search for pennies
And frail arms bend
Haunting narrow
Cheeks
And hallowed eyes
He sags
And lies in the street
Covered in a blanket
A man with
An angelic soul
And no money
This crippled man
Squirms
And searches the trash
Looking for money
Or food
Looking for sex
Or salvation
Looking for truth
Within denial
His eyes
Have been victorious
Over death
Deep brown
Seen it all
Eyes
Passing
The lust of strangers
And the anger of
The well-to-do
He passes
Christ in another body
From this world
Day in and day out
Mindless
Mental derangement.
Dark endless nights
In homeless shelters
And parks and dirty beds
This man loved by only
The soul of his mother
Loves him still.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
mom
If this were still
The time
I remember
The radio
Was blaring
Aretha
And the cat was
Following me down the road
There was steak in the pan
With hot peppers
And a large glass of
Orange juice and vodka
Life changed very much
After I left
I ran far from the word
Bitch
But still run into it
Every now and then
The giant white dog
Stayed when I left
Her teeth often barred
In savagery
A lesson
In karma
Chasing her around
While she lunged after
Other dogs
Your spirit
Was always so lost
And wistful
And pining over jewelry
The citrine and the emerald
Food stamps
And jazz
And tears
And I got you a
Conga drum for your
Birthday
And you told me to
Go fuck myself...
The cats name was ringtail
i remember ringtail
and bootise
and spot and coco
who you abducted and
left wondering the countryside
on account of her fleas
I remember she had orange
Fur and she had bluish eyes
I remember all kinds of music
I remember long night s of screaming
I remember trips to go shopping
In Capitola. I remember
The tamales at Sophia’s
(The owner of the restaurant
Hanged himself)
I remember the crucifix
You bought me for my birthday
But don’t remember what year.
It was huge and wrought slver
With Jesus nailed painfully
To the cross. I wore it after I left you.
I miss you terribly mom.
I remember years of wondering
Now ten years, the question
“How are you?” reverberates in my head.
If this were still
The time
I remember
The radio
Was blaring
Aretha
And the cat was
Following me down the road
There was steak in the pan
With hot peppers
And a large glass of
Orange juice and vodka
Life changed very much
After I left
I ran far from the word
Bitch
But still run into it
Every now and then
The giant white dog
Stayed when I left
Her teeth often barred
In savagery
A lesson
In karma
Chasing her around
While she lunged after
Other dogs
Your spirit
Was always so lost
And wistful
And pining over jewelry
The citrine and the emerald
Food stamps
And jazz
And tears
And I got you a
Conga drum for your
Birthday
And you told me to
Go fuck myself...
The cats name was ringtail
i remember ringtail
and bootise
and spot and coco
who you abducted and
left wondering the countryside
on account of her fleas
I remember she had orange
Fur and she had bluish eyes
I remember all kinds of music
I remember long night s of screaming
I remember trips to go shopping
In Capitola. I remember
The tamales at Sophia’s
(The owner of the restaurant
Hanged himself)
I remember the crucifix
You bought me for my birthday
But don’t remember what year.
It was huge and wrought slver
With Jesus nailed painfully
To the cross. I wore it after I left you.
I miss you terribly mom.
I remember years of wondering
Now ten years, the question
“How are you?” reverberates in my head.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
twine
I see you have three tits
the mysterious
hindu god
who laughed
when I fell
far off the tower
and cracked the bell
like I cracked my skull
The snakes
on yer wrists
they twine
and the legs
they twine
and her hair
it twines
knots
that go on forever
until this root
delves
deeper
to the rivers
inside
the rivers
inside the rivers
in my body
in my brain
in my skull
in my heart
in the very
center of the earth.
I see you have three tits
the mysterious
hindu god
who laughed
when I fell
far off the tower
and cracked the bell
like I cracked my skull
The snakes
on yer wrists
they twine
and the legs
they twine
and her hair
it twines
knots
that go on forever
until this root
delves
deeper
to the rivers
inside
the rivers
inside the rivers
in my body
in my brain
in my skull
in my heart
in the very
center of the earth.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Life
love
I
saw
three
hands
came out of the mist
and fell
blessing every
tirade
like blackness
on the roof
of the crow
this
I need
this
I feel
we are one
inside
the loving wind
and the deathly stars
blood falls
as tears
and flows
between
thighs
somwhere inside
this mystical
head
are the fractures
of my soul
and how
I breath
and my soul
goes out with one
breath\
and in with one breath
there is no moment
outside
of this sound
hymnal
to god
on a goddless
night
where
we all fell sorrowful
into bed and made love
to the words
and the sound
of the sky
coughing
My psyche
is damaged
by buildings
and freight trains
and box cars
and buses
and street corners
and bus stops
and park benches
my psyche is damaged
by parks
and places to swim
and read
and breath
your psyche is damaged too
let us revel in the damage
let us dream
savagely
of bitter lostness
cats hung out in small alleys
and crave meat
so I crave sex
and steak
this night is bitter
like so many
people.
If you knew what i knew
you would believe
in the god that best suits me
for today
its a god of golden earings
and a god of dreams \
nightmares
a god of penetration
and optimism
a god of cigars
and openess
the silence you shot
me a look
and it were
terrible \
the darkness
I see in you.
On the other hand
there is light right now
blinding my eyes
yes, no, Im not lying
it's really blinding my eyes
and that light is not a halo
it's a light...
love
I
saw
three
hands
came out of the mist
and fell
blessing every
tirade
like blackness
on the roof
of the crow
this
I need
this
I feel
we are one
inside
the loving wind
and the deathly stars
blood falls
as tears
and flows
between
thighs
somwhere inside
this mystical
head
are the fractures
of my soul
and how
I breath
and my soul
goes out with one
breath\
and in with one breath
there is no moment
outside
of this sound
hymnal
to god
on a goddless
night
where
we all fell sorrowful
into bed and made love
to the words
and the sound
of the sky
coughing
My psyche
is damaged
by buildings
and freight trains
and box cars
and buses
and street corners
and bus stops
and park benches
my psyche is damaged
by parks
and places to swim
and read
and breath
your psyche is damaged too
let us revel in the damage
let us dream
savagely
of bitter lostness
cats hung out in small alleys
and crave meat
so I crave sex
and steak
this night is bitter
like so many
people.
If you knew what i knew
you would believe
in the god that best suits me
for today
its a god of golden earings
and a god of dreams \
nightmares
a god of penetration
and optimism
a god of cigars
and openess
the silence you shot
me a look
and it were
terrible \
the darkness
I see in you.
On the other hand
there is light right now
blinding my eyes
yes, no, Im not lying
it's really blinding my eyes
and that light is not a halo
it's a light...
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
drones
Some birds
Black and folded
Like tiny guns
Pointed at the sky
Sit on branches made of
Aluminum foil
In the cut-out world
Where dolls made of paper
Walk firing angrily
At each other
Across
Dunes made of
Sandpaper
This is my face
Its made of pieces
Of raw wire
And sinews of
Newsweek and Time\
The New Yorker is my
Left hand and Sports
Illustrated is my right hand…
Fox News spawns more of me
The people I have within
have
No souls
The drones
empty
Canisters
Of poison
And they run
Through the air
The little birds of war
Slicing through the
Devious night
Firing words
Into tents full
Of fear.
Anxiety
Death of little
Moments
Life never was wasted
Like this before
We had these birds.
Some birds
Black and folded
Like tiny guns
Pointed at the sky
Sit on branches made of
Aluminum foil
In the cut-out world
Where dolls made of paper
Walk firing angrily
At each other
Across
Dunes made of
Sandpaper
This is my face
Its made of pieces
Of raw wire
And sinews of
Newsweek and Time\
The New Yorker is my
Left hand and Sports
Illustrated is my right hand…
Fox News spawns more of me
The people I have within
have
No souls
The drones
empty
Canisters
Of poison
And they run
Through the air
The little birds of war
Slicing through the
Devious night
Firing words
Into tents full
Of fear.
Anxiety
Death of little
Moments
Life never was wasted
Like this before
We had these birds.
The ones from the sun
“These are the ones”
That came from the sun
They rode in on silver horses
And shrieked the sounds of bells
And chimes while dancing
On the wind.
These are the ones
All of them
Talking heads of wise
Ever present thought
That blessed every moment
The ones that flew
And saw
And smiled
Cryptically
They came for the
Autumn leaves
And the wilderness
And the roads
Filled with wisdom
They founded empires
Of light and shadow
And they filled the universe
With their song….
They came on horses of
Stone and horses of bone
And horses of light
And they walked
Defiant though the
Starry sky
Making constellations
Of their triumphs...
“These are the ones”
That came from the sun
They rode in on silver horses
And shrieked the sounds of bells
And chimes while dancing
On the wind.
These are the ones
All of them
Talking heads of wise
Ever present thought
That blessed every moment
The ones that flew
And saw
And smiled
Cryptically
They came for the
Autumn leaves
And the wilderness
And the roads
Filled with wisdom
They founded empires
Of light and shadow
And they filled the universe
With their song….
They came on horses of
Stone and horses of bone
And horses of light
And they walked
Defiant though the
Starry sky
Making constellations
Of their triumphs...
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