Waves

“Waves”-CJ

If the dark sun

In the way of light

There are

Finite ways

To shatter light

And then

Make it whole again

If I took a shot

Of sunshine

It would

Be deadlier

Than moonshine

And would

Corrode

My innards

Like a good whisky

The blackest

Criminal

The sagest

Of saints

All belong

To sunlight

Like sunlight belongs

To all creation

That shine

That you pull

From when you create

Makes

Saints

And devils

And angels

Out of mere

Human beings

And lovers

Of fire

Stand by the shore

Watching the

Waves.

I thought long and hard

About writing you

And then wondered

“what good would that do?”

You sitting in your

Rocking chair

Fire blazing in your soul

If you said anything

Into my mind that

I could believe

It was the words

“I love you”

Over and over

While fire

Leapt from your soul to

Mine

In the darkest hour

I leapt from your

Soul to mine

And my cat

I had to put him to sleep

You will never meet Mr. Toby

His fire was extinguished

But it still burns in my soul

Every being we love

Is a piece of our insides

And passion is just a word

And bodies are finite

My love for you is not

The word love

It is a wave

That transcends

All thinking knowing and being

It is a moment

When you slip in and out

Of being

Like a being in a Surrealist

Painting

Somehow shimmering

On a plain of being

As eternal

and perfect as this one

small episode…

Richmond part 1

Richmond part 1

Some hum drum

Sound snap

The sound of a

Mosquito buzzing by my ear

The sound of a wind-shield

Breaking

Jackhammers

Men shoveling dirt

Cars whiz by

Birds sing the eternal song

Trees rustle

Nudes fall from the trees

While singers

Mimic the birds

I am lost in this landscape

Dogs bark

Cats mating wail

Men pass by in black

Minivans

Blasting ghetto rap

The dogs wear chain link

Fences around their necks

Men suspended

In their suspenders

And their black

Stocking caps

Car alarms sing out to the world

Cops

Blaze by

In their black and whites

Sirens screaming

From the rocks below

Gunfire rattles

Like bottle rockets on fourth of July

Mexican Markets straddle the streets

And Asian restaurants

Dot the world proclaiming

“No msg”

Music from block to block changes

So do cars and lawns

Some people love cactus

Nudes fall from the cactus

The cacti are nude

Naked birds

And naked cats

And naked sky

Clothed men on bikes

Pass by ….

LSG Thursday April 12
Outside it is pouring rain
In here red crosses and
mounds of dirt, televisions
and bear caves.
I love this art exhibit
the music  is ghostly
flickering on and off
like a broken radio
some drones
fill my heart with fear
others with joy
the rain  comes down
outside in sheets
and the thunder gods
are showing spears at us
in here
you can't hear them
the sound is so loud
the guitar and violin
the noise haunting
ethereal and crackling
The street outside is lit
with the catholic lights
the streaming screaming
goddess starlight neon
Catholic lights
yet the music is beyond
faith or God or dancing,,
the gutter runs with water
my blood runs round the city
love is a droplet
that quivers from
waves of sound
inside my body
all I do is vibrate
from day to day
and the sound
is so loud I should
put in earplugs
I love the rainy
San Francisco
sound scape
almost as
much as I love
the quiet 

 The Hangman's Hands


In the big world
the big words
sometimes
come useless
like many crafts
many times
the people speak
in small
utterances
while the
monsters
speak volumes
of OIL
and Lust for power
I love flowers
and writing
wonder if people
can still speak
the language of love
most times
I feel despair
at the
burned out way
you talk about humanity
Like it's all over ...
the place...
But tomorrow
the empty nest
will have flown
and humankindness
will have gone
the way of flowers
some kind of
history lesson
in  beauty
if we don't speak
up now.
Our voices
mingle with
the last of the roses,
they are climbing vines
that crawl over the hands
of the hangman.