Loves arrows struck me not from Cupid for a lover but for life's great gifts. Now I love life.

funk me   shaman
anthropologists
disclaim me
where the native is sold or stolen
and the dreamcatcher's catch nothing but gold
my allies are my soul
the issues older than Geronimo
the  rivers red with blood
the lands stole
plantations rose
the great spirit rode
off in a chariot
left me wondering where
here is now

in the form of a tanka
red cheeks in the air
hover
like two red suns
and the bull charges

seducing a retina all flesh like
and curvatures, how can eyes feel
soft pink or taste desire oh
they do
in the dark just feeling
how do eyes feel?
In the dark sensuousness
the tenderness
eyes have their ways
no mystery is all this no
Fantasy, too
eyes are the entry
to the mind's
godlike way

of all the words issued forth from scholars
noted pens  front pages of the New York Times
all the tabloids
any of Hemingway's novels the best
I heard was her petite pretty
mouth say
I am Coming

it ends in tonalities of spliced ends
some woven together others
jutting into nowhere dangling
like a Dylan song you love but don't
quite know all the metaphorical meanings to
of nowheres and space probes
sent to tickle you
on your own you must believe in
something more
special spacious
put meanings into amorous
trysts space gods
mystiques
unadorned with the accepted norms
a late night sobbing alone
cats and dogs your companions now
but knowing some outer space
visciously beautiful being
is gonna haunt you soon
and fly you off to the moon making passion
without touch a beam a laser like on your ******
tickles    get it doll

a smart-*** I comfort myself with beef burritos and
Rocky Road ice cream
Sabbath
on Friday
Blue Oyster Cult occasionally
the farthest furthers
of blood echoing in my head
a tinge of Led
love Bonham's drumming
more tame things in the week like
nightmares sung
to out of this world guitar chords and wild costumes
of Marilyn Manson
the dredge  the insults to  oneself
from Creep
I sing it in my head
know every verse
my Radiohead antennas
tense *****
get to church as I know it every now and then
the temple of the Natural
Light Deliverance Tabernacle
where
I preach to myself

******* bred and whoremonger still
I guess it is in the jeans
where I can say it is not my fault
****** blame my parents again
for my transgressions
my peccadillos
my weaknesses