Children

sometimes...
because...
when....
I feel
light headed
life
revolves
around
another
apple
another
life
my life
doesn't
revolve
around you
or her
or them
it revolves
around
children
small
children
that behave
and smile
like
children....

This yellow
sun
this red flower
this broken
skull
bruised bottle
life
isn't a lie
just a tragedy
comedy
drama
where
children
live
and love...

My Life

My Life
is black daze in grey fog
white haze
my black dog
follows me
from one end of the house
to another
My Life
rascal coffee
immoral
certitude
no more cigarettes
 no more red meat
droning drowning drowsing
in my desire for
foliage-potatoes-sage-mint-kale
harvest is living
living is prosperous
with no money
no prayer
my salvation
love comes home
in a blue jean jacket
smiles offers a hug
reports on his day
remarks on my coffee
drinking habit
(worried)
"to hell with you"
I say half joking
"I fucken can have a cup of coffee if i want"
the usual addict line....
we end up fighting a little in the car-
we drive home to SF
we listen to music
I love him
he loves me
there is nothing wrong
except the stresses of ordinary life...
for that reason and many others
I live.

My Mantis

My Mantis

And I sat

A gargoyle

At the front table

With my plastic

Cup of water

And the

Resident

Angel

Came in

I wondered

Briefly

Where

The corresponding

Devil

Was

In the room

With the

Small trio

And the

Random pastiche

Of paintings

The lamp was not lit

Outside

Nor was

The tree outside the window,

Still….

Life unfolds

Like paper

The dollar

Ripped

Found its way

To th’ floor

Music is

The way

To find the

Key

To the tree

My mantis

Could dance

Oh how she could dance

She could box

With a man and win…

what I was...

I was a pinprick
I was a flash of light
I was a tall tree
I was a short man
in a long coat
I was a little girl
I was a father
and a sister
and a brother
and a cat.
I was a rat
I was a moldy flower
and a moldy
piece of cardboard
soggy and wet from rain
I was a chicken and a squirrel
I was a lover salmon with another lover salmon
I was a fish egg that hatched
I was the broccoli in my own refrigerator
I was a small transistor radio
and a large green thumb...
and I was a frog a dog and an algae
little droplets of rain
fall
on small
pastures...

kindred souls

This snake is green
this eel is black
one lives in a tree
the other in the ocean
the snake and the eel
are kindred souls

Before

today sounds resonate in 

the room

before

I was riding 

in the car

with the sax men

talking about reeds

and politics 

and religion

and the current 

despair

before I was at home

laying about

with my black dog

before....

before I was a little girl

running through

fields of flowers

and crying

always crying

and before

I was a white light

and before?

there is only so many tears 

in a river

so many tears in a lake 

so many tears 

in the Ocean

and I thought she was the source

of me, the sea

but the water is only a captivater 

of light...

that flame 

reaches to the center of the 

world

to the heart of the sun

to the dark 

matter 

in the ether of space....

radiation, heat, more than love

is where the flowers bloom

into 

when they die...

the annoying (redux)

venom in my head
every day
sunlight/blight wakes me
bakes me
syntax/strangles/straddles
 bland angry light
pouring into my head
push me
off a cliff
for being so free
with my time
as to avoid the churches/
pup hut/ghetto/wild suburbia
death to the hideous lawns/
I feel no fear looking into your dismal/
unbalanced heart...
my life/ is full of/chimes
I have roads to wander
valleys to lose...
music to bring to bear
paintings to fail/
no time for the hideous lawn
and the cheap prayers
of yesterlore
no more sin for the sinners!
banish the sin and let it fly freely away
be not guilty! haha so I proclaim
in my wisdom....