wormhole

Wormhole

Is like an open door

Through which all things

Must travel

The endless reaches of space

Love tiny hands

Transistor radios

Red threads

And blue birds

Small chips

And black tiles

And purple pastry

A dog recently spayed

Lives with me in this

Wormhole of paintings

And work

And somber early mornings

I love snacks

And cars

And cans

And the whole multiplicity

Of the human world of stuff

Even though we are drowning in

Our materialism

The wormhole is not a black hole

It’s a clear-empty headed space hole

That carries the swift currents

Of passion through my home.

Nuns

Nuns

This city this street this place

Has no meaning to me

The world is faceless

The world is priceless

The sun fades

Over a clear dawn

And light

Wraps round the starry

Dusk

Love springs

From vast places

The planet

Is round and warbles

Fast through space

And like a bullet

Ricochet’s off the

Ceiling of the club

Where the nuns

Danced

Feverishly.

In their Catholic 

fervor 

The disco -vatican 

breakdown 

of the beat 

into historic 

moments 

the sexy nuns

danced 

and boogied 

and generally got down

in the vast sisterly 

room of Rome

If only religion were as trivial

as music

then maybe the music would be sacred

and the praying would be profane

all that swearing to Jesus

is mysteriouly

minor to my mind

compared to a good 

party\

We should get the nuns drunk

and ask them how they REALLY feel. 

 

jungle cat

Dark Dwelling

Light Dwelling

Life has love \

And cats don’t care

And men sometimes lie

About how they see the world

I sit in an empty chair

But the chair is full

Because in it I sit/

I have an empty mind

But it’s a mind full of emptiness

Openness is the cats

Face, it’s eyes \

Glimmer green

Jaguar eyes

Beauty

I don’t know what that is

But I see fierceness

Angel
The angel, Buddha
Sat under his wings
The flowering temple
Of his mind
Was covered in vines
The warmth of his
Love penetrated
The world
With light
To his left
Was a flaming sword
To his right
A dragon
Made by men
His hands
Enfolded, neatly
A cup tea
Tigers
Walked and posed
In front of him
Doves flew by
In his arms.... flowers
Grew
He surrendered himself
To his enlightenmentand was one with light
Sun and moon
All at once
His sadness and joy
The Earth…