Twelve angry BMWs
$ped away in millionaires
Down slopes sopping wet in anxiousness .
Through signs demanding application or else
Only to crash into trees of Killer Bees looking for excuses to be angry or whatever . Everyone has their buzz .

Two abandoned swings . . .
that said ,
that be between
the moon's shadows ,
are only shadow thin
as close as skin on skin
Just swing and swing holding hands
Holding moonlight's shadowed twin

We were two alone in loneliness
Worked together for several years
Always kept a professional distance
Made sure all was as appeared

Then one day the news arrived
She took it all so hard
Her always inmovable nature
Crumbled like a house made out of cards

I embraced her quaking body
As the tears and sobs did flow
Like a little child she turned into
With nowhere else to go

Holding her tight seemed so right
I could feel her letting go
Then the dam burst and discharged
Out the love did flow

Soon we were cheek to cheek
With nothing but tears between
When our lips did touch
I felt her heart redeemed

To the floor we soon did fall
And rolled , each in the others arms
Our lips were locked and cocked
It was impossible to disarm

With hands and fingers fumbling
Ripping off our clothes
We were soon nothing more than
Bare valleys with moist knolls

We made love until exhausted
Then she realized what she'd done
The passion fled replaced by shame
"can't put the bullet back in the gun"

We got dressed without a glance
"I have to run" was all she said
"Okay , I will see you later"
And out the door she fled

"Daddy , what are those two ducks doing?"

"Making quackers !"

The gold coin had a two sided head of an ox

One side of an ox pulling a plow

The other of an ox being lead to slaughter as a sacrifice

At the bottom it was inscribed ,

"Be either"

Lost soles .
       . . . never free . . .
Follow me . . . see . . . have no fear .
           But you have handed me  . . .
one left shoe and a-not- her .

Come old lady who lives in the shoe . . .
Where are your children ? ? ?
. . . a little unsteady ?

Lost soles to memory , like Kentucky lightning on a warm Alabama night .
All hail the underdog .
All hail  . . .

The first left one fits nicely
But the right foot has disagreement . . .
feeling he has been left out .

So I begged and pleaded
and plucked the weeds
I waited for something
to answer to my needs

But the silence of winter's
snow softly fell
There was no echo rising
from my empty well

I looked up
with pleading eyes
Only to find icy
brow and lies

Wasn't even asking
for space on the shelf
What less selfishness
must I do to prove myself

Thus the carrot dangles
from from the stick
Telling me to prepare
for the coming kick

Amen

Mute that blare
Swing that low
There's no room
for the old oboe

Slide on down
Make no bones
Oh ! Mercy !
Mr. Trombone

*** on keys
Sax done deed
Clairinet nukes
that reed

Going down real
Feeeeeeel !
Jazz and coffee
So surreal

Where have all the Unicorns gone ?
     the sun is down, in the on and off rain

"They were here just a memory ago"

The night is on. . . in maximum
The stars hiding behind
Blankets of cold clouds
. . . have nothing to say

"The Unicorns never have to pay ,
just go on their way ,
grazing by the sea Eternity "

Inside I am gazing
into the emptiness of the night
Wondering ,"Where has all the magic gone ?"
. . . away on the backs of the Unicorns

Once a proud land of
of purist words
and poetry .
Now has become the land
where the trolls roam free .
They have caused
the Unicorns tears to flow .
Now they will die within the hour
didn't you know .

Unleash the arrow from your bow
I'm hanging by a string you know

The anger's bent you nearly in two
Your rationality has lost it's due

Cast me not across the sky
It will only leave you asking why

Put me back into your quiver
Where we can again be birds of a feather

I was out on a winter's morn
Picking up toppled rocks
and mending wall .

By perchance my neighbor he was due .
But he was taking down the rocks and hauling them off until his face turned blue

"What gives ?" , I querried of him .

"I've been accused that my mind is walled in ! I'm out here to disprove all of them ."

"I think that was a literal figure of speech . You've over reacted and broken breech !"

He paused to wipe the sweat
I thought surely now he would realize yet .

But he continued to dismantle the wall .

If he was playing poker he would be raising the bet after he made the last call .

I hold the rays that light the bay
Early in the morning
I smell the salt and taste the air
as the day is forming
The gulls turn wing and then they fling
their Feathers to the sea
The clouds peer pink as they sink
lighting comes a storming
The air picks up and cools my cup
of coffee that remains
I step in the boat that's sure to float
knowing the journey's waiting
The planks are sound , the masks come round
the ropes and fibers straining
A chop that blows , the tide it flows
the ebb of life has past
The sea's dark gray and appears to say
your albatross awaits you
Whatever's to be is alright with me
I'm not captive to this world
I drop my sails , ring three bells
Here ye , here ye , here ye
I set my course without remorse
destined for eternity

I would hear you knocking on the door

I would open and you would fall out on the floor

How many tubs of ice water did you soak ?

How many hangovers
did you choke ?

San Creation
Regeneration
Altercation
Explication
Duplication
Mystifi­cation
Explanation
Stuplication
Devination
Jubillation
Terminatio­n
Dumb Found Nation

I used to date girls like you
that wake up beside me with their makeup still on

We used to exclaim "Oh ! how free" , and dance to our folly
In the snow on empty streets

I used to sit on the front porch swing with you and sing with the music . Then kiss you long and wet during the long guitar solos .

I used to lie with you on the golf course at night under the stars and quote poetry

I used to . . . but no more

It used to be
exciting just before the dawn
It used to be
amazing to see a shooting star's swarm
It used to be
frightening to stand out in a storm
It used to be
all of these and so so so much more

I used to marvel
at the ways that were of woman
I used to marvel
at the way a baby lay sleeping
I used to do a lot of things
that now I would not undertake
I used to do a lot things
that I now know were mistakes

I used to , used to ,
but now I'm all used up
I am awake before the dawn
but it wasn't by choice or fate
And as I search a cloudless sky
looking for the star that passed me by
I'm thinking to myself
"used to" comes softly with a sigh

The room is full of empty memories that once made me free
Now their echoes faintly reverberate inside of me

I used to get by  . . . with a little help from friends
but their footsteps parted a ways back at the bend

I set out to make my every dream come true
But they turned into nightmares that left me misconstrued

I just wanted the sweet bye and byes
but was left out with the setting sun with a soul so gone awry

What used to be is now of no use to me
Diamond days are broken glass passed down by blunt decree

Is it too much to ask for a prayer then a simple soft amen ?
Maybe it has come to be
as I dwell out on the fringe

Used to be more precious than gold

Used to be something to have and hold

To cherish and preserve
The honor they deserved

But no longer do they accompany me in the night

Nor bring forth the truth
Nor in darkness the light

I'm in chains
bound by the words

I'm in pain
crushed by my verbs

The sentences lash out
The nouns sting

All of it in vain
All of it . . . insane

It used to be magic to get up in the middle of the night

Now it's just the urging of an enlarging prostate

But when I heard that they had corrected the post poems at HP I just had to go and see .

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ! !

I wade the waters of my fear
And know why Jesus walked above
I am immobilized except for tears
As terror shoves to fit the glove

The silent dogs that run the fence
Whose presence is felt not heard
To snake fangs that make me winch
Slurs my speech faltering all my word

The angels sit upon the wall
Casting lots on when my time expires
So Adam this is how you fall
From Heaven's grace down to hellacious fires

So dance with me on the graves at sea
On the promises you will never keep
Come wade the waters of my fear
Watch out for stingrays beneath your feet

Time was short and
I was short on time
The two mixed together
and said , "Not for another dime ."

He wasn't dressed in black
Yet he looked so lifelessly black
What he didn't say said it all
This was strictly a business call

He motioned to a mysterious door
that opened as he spoke
There beyond the imagination
the sun went down . . .
Just then I awoke

Page one :

Drifting on the river watching the thunderstorms
thrash it out in the distance . I wait
on the thunder
but it never comes .

Page two:

There in second grade
thrown through the open window of innocence
Punished but the thunder never comes

Page three:

The ashes grow
colder
making me bolder
And I think
that this day
the thunder comes

Bob saw the lightning
then he sat . . .
and wondered . . .
but there came no thunder

I was left to wonder
about the teaspoon
and the empty cup . . .

no tea . . . no thunder

and of course
all of my blunders
One lump or two . . .

I'll have two sweetners

The words are sieved
strained
disguised
Hiding the truth
wrapped around
in lies

No longer recognize
the faces
of the unknown
Knowing nothing
is the passcard
to disapointment

Were it just a game
a trick
Sleight of hand
But it's not
It's the putrid
breath
of death
upon the lips
of life

Upon the path , flows through the forest

I'll walk a ways by river's way

Below the mountains
that run ahead

I've lost all my now
I had to say

(The songbirds do it better ayway)

Yellow butterflies ignite the sky

While a bald eagle gives the ole' eagle eye

The sun clothes me
in threads of finer gold

Not too ostentatious , not too bold

The warmth soothes my bones and heart

Telling the obstinate mumurations to soon depart

The most beautiful color
is sky blue

And the color of love emanating
from the smile of you

Some will walk away their cares as if they walk up or down the stairs into or out of oblivions face as their mask of poetry falls from place onto the floors with checkered squares that are covered and littered with their words like flares from phrases of I don't care punctuated with the stuffings from ripped apart stuffed bears flogged by improper English weilded stares as imperfect hands in braile will yell skin deep in demeanor not so hard to tell or keep and no doubt to all I have to say as I wave my hands goodbye good day.

Befuddled
      (as if)
I was walking on the rain

The rain
     (so cold)
Was it fog or the
     (formation)
of another
     (lost)
and listless soul

Even snow
     (falling)
would be warmer than this

I speak of the
     (blackness)
far beyond the absence
of the light

Truly staggering the
    (immensity)
of the nothingness
that swallows whole
everything in sight

Jesus walk upon the water
I just walked upon the rain

Yet he stood upon the
    (firmament)
I just stood upon it's
     (soaking)
pain

One two three
Three two one
Spinning in circles
Dancing the night away

Holding onto the hugs
from yesterday
Plotting the hubris
eventually coming this way

Do you remember
the everythings
The way life was a skip
while the record would sway

How the squares
on calendars
Just seemed to slip away
. . . just slipped away

So you keep on smiling
Keep on dancing
Keep on living
just keep on keeping on

One two three
Three two one
Once the past is done
the future will come

The river is wide
Full of muddy water
The risks are great but for
NOW I have to cross over

You can
Walk on love
Like you walk on water
You can break a heart
Like you change the weather

You can go the extra mile
You can drive a Studebaker
Blow all the tires out
Curse you maker

You can
Say I love you
You can say I hate you
You can never say enough
When life gets really really rough

So when you learn to walk on water
When you learn you can't love one
And then another
When you live up to all your lows
put down all your highs
you can let me know

Tumble weeds grow fast in spring
Shoot straight up true and green

Turn brown fast in desert's heat
The wind breaks free , gives them feet

Then they roll long , and roll on free
Across the plains and prairies

Just ghosts of life gone by
Of those who have never answered why

All the reasons of love denied
All the times before death it died

Roll **** across the winter's cold
Roll on endlessly bare bones bold

Roll on away from love
Rave on to God above

Let nothing touch your hollow heart
Let nothing change your immortal soul

Hollow hearts of ancient oaks
baren are the arms of winter's coats

Awakened
to the crush
of frozen snow
crisps in air
sun so low

Lend me soul
and fly away
To clear skies
and wish the day

I struggled
with weakness
Found it strong
Find its truths
deceitful
say my wrongs

The cold
is of my bones
Reminds me
death's calling
from home

The warmth of
July's gone
Replaced with certainties
you can't prolong

So be it my flesh of blue
The bite stings ever true
Yet the heart remains  young
As the final breath has come

Slide down beyond the oak
The last breath of sun has
choked
Eternal night now slips on in
Come ride the northern wind

Hollow hearts of ancient oaks
Barren are the arms of Winter's coats
Awakened to the crush of frozen snow
Crisps in air , the sun so low

Lend me soul to fly away
to clear skies that brings the day
Let my lungs breathe in deep
Wishing for joy my feet could leap

I struggled with weakness and found it strong
That truth is deceitful so claims my wrongs

The cold now resides deep of bone
Much like death's call from decrepit home
The warmth of July's have duly gone
Replaced by the certainties I can't prolong

So be it my flesh of black and blue
The bite stings now so ever  true
Yet the heart remains achingly  young
As the final breath eventually comes

So slides down beneath the oak
The last breath of Sun  finally choked
Eternal night now slips on in
On glossimer wings so silky thin

What's behind the veil is truth
Unlike the strength of withered youth
My face pressed to the heart of glass
But my vision is clouded looking past

Relax now its natures way
Comes to everyone somehow someday
I lay my rest in my makers hands
The only truth that forever stands

I fought for want of will
Lay beaten and ******
for what turned out to be nil

So I go as all mankind must do
Descending into the dark of night

I labored for want of will
But heavy now are  my steps
I have no more to instill

Let me pass beyond the gate
To the green pastures beside still waters of the lake

30,000 troops sent to the border
A massing for attack ?

Opening up places to concentrate people
Homeless , opposition , and those who exercise rights

When will the exterminators come
declaring that the righteous are fake ?

WHEN 98% of the people contain only 2.6% of wealth they've devised a plan to take out the rest

Birds of a feather flock together with Un , Putin and Jinping .

There are only victors and victims on the ****** skin
when it comes in the name of war

Inside . . .
my frozen heart your love resides
a sunset kept by timeless sighs
my how it's surrounded by my lies

Midnight hour . . .
finds me on the edge of poetry
with paper hearts that be
the chains of your memory

Yet . . .
I reach into my heart
to warm the hands that are so stark
the love that has made it's mark .

Forgiveness . . .
I ask only this of you
but my pleas are more than the stars above the blue
More than the number of drops of dew

Twilight . . .
filters through my minds eye
as the time now turns to fly
I turn to night , cold , goodbye

In my calm
The ache arises from the ground
Where it remains buried during the day

A lone siren sings in chorus
to the choir of cold stars
Whose heat cannot be felt

Nor the heat of your warm breath
Upon the memories made
Still twinkling in my winter's night

Oh the hollow thud
Of a heartbeat devoured by love
For you were a soul eater

My black heart's hole opens
Swallowing all of the winter's
Cold forsaken images

And as the seas of demise
Flood my icicles of despair
I will no longer shed a tear

Book of Poetry
ARIEL . . .  poems by
        SYLVA PLATH
published 1965 , two years after her death .


Tears are the toils
       I've taken
The splinter in your eye
       The rock
That your foot
        Stumbles upon

I was the albatross
         Around
The neck of your dreams
         Of oblivion

Was I the
         Ravager
Of the pure
         The innocent
The apple
         Of Desire


. . . was I

We were hard wired
not easily bent
Loaded down with time
The hours were not easily spent
Full of anxious glance
Irritating sigh
Thinking all the while
How could we get high
Piled into a fast car
Laughing and grins
We were bound
Tied to sins
We paid the price
We split the dues
Watch the wheels spin
Watch the boys in blues
Oh , sweet summer air
Eliminates all our cares
Make it legal
Nay , all they say
Oh , sweet summer air
Eliminated all our cares
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Sweet summer air

I rode the crested waves
that graced the coptic sea
And crashed into the shores
of North Africa

The water was as warm
The blood hotter still
No one went on living
unless they had the will

You never made a friend
nor aquaintence by the hill
Life was sweet and short
Too easy to be killed

Your best friend was a bottle
A cigarette would do
And in emergencies
a colt 45 was too

We smuggled guns and roses
across the white hot sands and dunes
We bartered in broken languages
while whistling a softer tune

With a third eye looking back
where bullets would fall as rain
On our way to Gibraltar
One dip salute , rev the engine of the plane

There is no water to quench you
To wash away the sins
The waves of guilt run over you
They bring the sharks with fins

In da dark , way for dawn
I sing song
Alone
Way bein ye at
Sing with me a song
Sing . . . sing
Sing ya heart out
Sing cause there is no sun coming
And there's to be no morrow
Dress today to shine
In splendid glory
Come sings . . . sings
With me and mize dreams
While we wait
We can sing
As it's too late
Much late
Much too late
Sings with me

I'm not rich
Nor pinch penny poor
I have gold in my thoughts
I have silvery shining
struts
You can't have what I don't have
You can't give me what I don't need
I can't be crazy
You said I'd lost my mind
If I am so lazy
Why am I always moving on
Time is money
Money is time
What a bipolar truth
My cup runneth over with nothing
You can't have nothing until you have nothing to
lose
Hey Brother !
Can you spare me a dime
I'll repay you with time

I'm not rich
Nor pinch penny poor
I have gold in my thoughts
I have silvery shining struts

You can't have what I don't have
You can't give me what I don't need

I can't be crazy
You said I lost my mind
If I'm so lazy
Why am I always moving around

Time is money
Money is time
What a bipolar truth

My cup runneth over with nothing
You can't have anything utill you have nothing to lose

Hey Brother !
Can you spare me a dime and I will repay you with time ?

"We are the breath of winter on the glass of life." said the fool to the magician .

"There's only supposed to be one rabbit in the hat !" ignoring the fool he thought was best .

"The sun rises once to the occassion and settles for nothing" the fool blurted out .

"**** where is that rubber duck ?" the distant eyed magi said . 

"The magic of life is not what is revealed or concealed ." said the tweed coated fool .

"What the Hell do you know about magic , fool ?" the irate impostor said .

"There is no magic in the light of truth ." said the fool standing up to leave .

As the fool in the tweed coat walked away the magician stared for a long spell at the magic in his words

We are the wicks
Burning at both ends
The long lines suckling
The teats of Miss Fortune
The gravel on dirt roads
Flung by spinning big wheels
We are the refuge that pays
To be trampled upon
To be urinated on by trickling down economics
As we pledge allegiance with our dollars , schools , and civil disobediance
We are the one man one vote lie
Gerry Manhandled democracy
Protected by false arrest every
Seventeen seconds
We are the walls of fallacy
Built to someday keep us in
While our leader talks of handling
The homeless crisis by moving them
To government relocation centers
Just like ****** did
We are the fools at the center of the spin
In it goes and out the other end
We are the losers , the God Bless Americans , that God can no longer stand.

I am the embers
In the fireplace of your heart
My fire has made you warm
In the eternal after glow you mark

Your surface is so smooth and worn
A delight to my finger's touch
I really come alive deep inside
When the rush becomes too much

In darkness we see so clear
As I caress the small of back
Liberated from our fears
There is no loving that we lack

By dawn the spooning's heat
is all that will remain
Let me be your chimney sweep
And we will burn again

No one reads the words
written across my smile anymore

'Cept the one looking down

And I wonder if that is a smile or a frown

The days taste of lost dreams

Such a ripple of breath upon the tongue of my dreams

Sometimes when I am standing numb

I have that endless breach

I just wanna be the same

Then you go home alone

I weave no webs around your thoughts
I throw no swine before the pearls you've bought

As long as love's kiss is to prevail
One must abide before the gates of Hell

To taste the glory of the rain
One must be careful of lightning's pain

Or listen to the thunderous
roar
And the hail's rattlin' at your door

Should you live or choose to die
There will always be a bluer sky

We all dangle from the ropes of trees
Then comes the collector of all our fees

None come ready with stout desire
All are uncertain except the liars