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. 

Tree of life



Flower

Red and blue

Drink

The cup

Rose petals

Love,

An abstraction

I feel close

To the ground

Feed

Me water and air

And fire

And I stretch out here

In my disguise

Peering out masklike

Connecting to every thread

Making the flame my conscious

Body

I am a orange fruit giving tree

And I lust after the ocean

My branches sweep

From shore to shore

And my love is

Just a tiny little

Budding

Flame

On the end of a white candle

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.