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

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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...