Overcrowded a hollow sound

In the circumference of birdsong

Rising with the Sun

As roosters crow morning

Wake-up calls

There in Cebu / House

Full of family

Pieces of my other me

Feeding many mouths

That overcrowded feeling / not again

A nest that homes

A clutch of poor

Cuckoos

Consuming, so many babies

Paradise islands

Third world poverty

Not so far away

White man and money

A supposed land of milk & honey

Beyond the tundra snow

Bleak / must speak English

The beautiful broken

The overgrowth of crowding

it's called city life

Unlike Manila

Although artifice and hollow

Full of the fragrances

Colored by Birdsong

Oh beautiful life / I am drowning

In the thicknesses of pollutant

Mouths speaking

ill

Humanity misbegotten / Understood

We connect with nuttin'

“nothing is the cure

When nothing was wrong

With you”

Birdsong in twilight

Xylophone-stars across the ocean blue

Teeth of night

The cold chime

Befallen

In the infinite / magic of you

Oh love I let me

Overcrowd

Still this loneliness

Feels so very loud...

Then I hear / halcyon Birdsong

The soft feelings of truth

Oh love!

Oh god!

Oh my!

*Goodness you.

Desert black birds caw
The hellish summer / outside
Loud thin malnourished looking
Sin city birds / squawks & screaming sirens
Outside in the cooking heat
Our global warming...

They have an intelligence To them
Don’t you think?
Those things outside, look inside
Their pitch beady eyes,
Inside they’ll see us coming
Little black flyers thinly quilled,
Scrawny birds,
Looking as though dipped in
The Valdez spill...

Yes, we have met before
Steel of will
The blackness of a desert / cooler at night.
Don’t get those birds all angry, aight?
They have a keenness to them
Little black buggers
Outside in the heat of Cruel summers...

Beach ****** cohorts, march boulevards,
Steel willed from the heart, Love’s wounds
Spilled sprawled out...
Homeless haberdasheries
At home to roam, For some unknown,
Reasons they lie / outside /
Who let them inside ?
Fly black birds, fly!

(None shall suffer alone.)

Black is not one color
                           but all of 'em in one

Black is not a face nor a person,
Not a baller nor ***...

it is the period when this sentence is done .

Maybe black is the ooze
that drowns sea and fish

or is it that ***** young'un
all hungry with wish

Black is certain as black is your eye
when you're fighting just to prove your right
(or keep one's rights alive)

Oh yes, black is what makes the stars shine bright
while under it--knocking boots aside...
no matter what, love is also made
in the darkest of nights...

So why would somebody
as golden as me
care about one crayon
or a stripe of a bee?

Because if nothing is wrong
then our skin shouldn't be
or much worse  --whipped til it bleed...

There is nothing more to say,
but let each embrace teach you

Question all history, but now just do you

as long as eyes can take a look
know your neighbor, love that crook
experience and love is not from a book.

Now I'll sit next to you
since we ride the same bus,
do you get to know my color
or speak to living dust?

Black may be just a word
that fear blinds from our trust

Still all the colors in one
black is beauty under the sun,

til time is rust, til gone is done...

So speak truly and be free
Love the same as all of us
Cherish blues and greenest trees
Since we do ride that same ole bus...


No words need screams or fistful hate
Cuz Black is Moonwalking
up to the Pearly Gates,
where the boogie cannot wait

and the blind finally wake...

Black is not one color
                           but all of 'em in one

Black is not a face nor a person,
Not a baller nor ***...

it is the period when this sentence is done .

Maybe black is the ooze
that drowns sea and fish

or is it that ***** young’n
all hungry with wish

Black is certain as black is your eye
when you're fighting just to prove your right
(or keep one's hopes alive)

Oh yes, black is what makes the stars shine bright
while under it--knocking boots aside...
no matter what, love is also made
in the darkest of nights...

So why would somebody
as golden as me
care about one crayon
or a stripe of a bee?

Because if nothing is wrong
then our skin shouldn't be
or much worse  --whipped til it bleed...

There is nothing more to say,
but let each embrace teach you

Question all history, but now just do you

as long as eyes can take a look
know your neighbor, hug that crook
experience and love is not from a book.

Surely I'll sit next to you
since we ride the same ****** bus,
do you get to know my color
or speak to living dust?

Black may be just a word
that fear blinds from trust.

black is beauty under the sun,
til time is rust, til gone is done...

So speak truly and just Be free
Lov’in the same as all of us
Cherish our Blue her greenest trees
Since we do ride that same ole bus...

No words need screams or fistful hate
Cuz Black was Moonwalking
All up to the Pearly Gates,
where the boogie cannot wait...

and the blind finally wake.

Permanent ink stains
the skin hidden in your sleeves:
"One Eight Hundred - Guilt."

It's Your fault that I love You so **** much.

Deaf is a mind that doesn’t
        mind being blind.
Mute: We heralds of the Light,
Need not speak or see
       nor listen in
They do what they do, they lie
     demons in the nights, howling
Beastly feircely maul all things alive
We have that glow with soul, so
Life alights —down below, in deep dark holes,
Hell in the mind can foul the soul.
They **** us in our glass house, fracked for gases
Gold to the bearded dumb-*****  
Stole from the masses, sold stone cold;
Their logic, reason, & common senses,
Intelligence without defenses,
      thoughts get twisted, relented…
Evil will pretend to be a friend,
And wins if none care to even defend (this).
Thusly overrun by roaches,
     Not the insects but human locusts…
Consumers’ consumption, it’s in the bank,
Fracking the garden blank…

What great enemies have we become now,
Not only to ourselves unkind to home.
Exponential fields, dry deserts to plow.
Polluted seas, skies, to color life chrome.

How far ahead will the future venture
When our third Rock has had enough
Of cataclysmic change, storms of departures,
On the presipice, denying the truth above

Such intelligence and invention cannot find
The answer and the questions of waking life,
Might as well be the thieves in the night
Prophesie our demise : death by blight...

We consume Like a virus that eats away creation
Denying the truth to cure our earthly station,
Let the heavens be as beloved in our reflection's
Where is the love in this race for suffocation...?

Not for no one but all our futures', bright.
When home is hearth and hearth is light ...





Awaken us inside ... Mind and eye and time
*(Oh, day, which I can see... Gaia's beauty / Life.)

Body Language

Curiosity Speak!—your mind,
And answer me this…
What is beauty unseen? What’s beautiful to the blind?
In a dark space nil
Of light, what’s beautiful to eyes
Without / in /  sight...

Maybe something like a kiss.
Like being naked in an embrace,
sweat-wet in afterglow bliss
All afternoon helping hands.
Something like summer’s falling
rain upon your face,
Like toes in the cool sand,
Youth’s flavorful heatwaves
Summertime friends.

So, What’s beautiful
Even in the fog, perhaps a Taste ?
whether it’s his or hers,
Sun, moon, and stars burst
from a far far distance
Can’t mistake race for face
Or the color of sin,
Your skin when blushing
After then again
You and I
Another in another.
“Yes oh my god yes!”
That color of afterglow when
Making love
maybe that’s
what’s up…

Mr. Sentimental
Perhaps luck, as a gift,
Could be nice
Like on birthdays!
Presents to the blind, still only boxes
Can’t they see, how sadly funny,
The pity of
Beautiful company, Drunken happy songs,
A puppy in ribbons!
Your new Seeing Eye Dog.
A warm fireplace,  crackling of the logs,
Music from the tele…
holiday sing alongs,
With full bellies…

Mother’s sounds in the kitchen,
Whinging and *******’
Whipping up her onion soup.
Memories though maybe loud
Ugly proud
They’re beautiful too,
Recollecting the times, remembering
Without a view, the bright
Sunny days, long dawns,
Beautiful like…
Hot &  Sweet
The Mesquite tang of barbecue
Get togethers.
The laughter of Gays.
Getting lost in a kiss.
That’s all  beautiful and good
but to the ignorant without mind
Remiss of eyes inside,
where soul alights as it should,
Like love

In the hood, pop up chop shops,
Morning glory ****** wood,
Wands as hands make wish as
Eager, reading Braille, this
Is it grace in haste,
Is it bliss?

Like being embraced. Wanted.
Weeping deeply wanton, be
thankful.
for a simple feeling,
Like Life.
In a blink
Your eyes, depths of it, inside
Captivating
That’s what’s

beautiful.
Like touching, shuddering,
Inside the shape of ****
You.
Another in another
Once again.
Blind/ Life—beautiful,
That’s what’s up
—your boo, that’s who,
Trust not lust
That’s what’s up! It’s true.
Eyes closed, in the dark,
Feel your way through.
Naked, Making love,
To the blind—that’s

what’s up
beautiful.
You.

Bubbly champagne gladnesses

Lady like, lux limned levity

Infectious smiles all showing

Teeth, Cheshire pearls floating

Happiest and joyful glee

Enamored by your brilliance.

As hot as...
those eyes when he sees
almost predatory

always do they genuflect
upon their roughened knees  
a sordid kind of scene

obscene / unsanitary
craven cries to Loki
for pleasures
****** writhing /
feeding fists

sweat of the easy / a quickened fix
men with members stiff as petrified
sticks / jabbing in a hastened mix
teeming muscles / hungry hips

like electrified evenings of swollen eels
sustained by suckling Gamorra's ****
fiending always
for the slick and the harsh

crystalline mist / he is undoubtedly marked
by the unquenchable blue fire
of his lust / afflicted addictions,

never will he tire - incessantly
defined by ***'s maledictions

I grow hot like sunlight
bright - even in the darkest mires
he's an unmatched lover in satin flight,
a dragon / a well-endowed sire
formiddable in succulence / remiss of sight

i weep without regret when

once i followed him toward the night
forgot what i was and

accept what i am,
endure in all burning light
fueled by the sword of Pan

love keeps me warm
as he keeps me lit

i am reborn / magnificent
a forlorn phoenix
omniscient  
songs for his careful choir

i am one chosen - truth among liars,
i fly above / kite toward the sun

this is what I am / what i was
this is what i've become

then a willful puppet
without inhibiting wires

still my love will never tire
transformed by lost desires / hot as blue fire

this is who i've become

i am the light of the rising sun

The Lion of kingdom come...

As hot as...
those eyes when he sees
almost predatory

always do they genuflect
upon their roughened knees  
a sordid kind of scene

obscene / unsanitary
craven cries to Loki
for pleasures
****** writhing /
feeding fists

sweat of the easy / a quickened fix
men with members stiff as petrified
sticks / jabbing in a hastened mix
teeming muscles / hungry hips

like electrified evenings of swollen eels
sustained by suckling Gomorra’s ****
Fiendishly always
for the slick and the harsh
(Left over bits)

From the crystalline he is undoubtedly marked
by the unquenchable blue fire
of his lust / afflicted addict

never will he tire - incessantly
defined by ***'s maledictions.


I have grown hot like sun’s fiery light,
bright - even in the darkest mires
he's an unmatched lover in satin flight,
a dragon / a well-endowed sire
formidable in succulence / remiss of sight

i weep without regret when
once i followed him toward the night
forgot what i was and

accept what i am,
endure in all burning light
fueled by the sword of Pan

love keeps me warm
as he keeps me lit

i am reborn / magnificent
a forlorn phoenix
omniscient  
songs for his careful choir

i am one chosen - truth among liars,
i fly above / kite toward the sun

this is what I am / what i was
this is what i've become

then a willful puppet
without inhibiting wires

still my love will never tire
transformed by lost desire / hot as blue fire

this is who i've become
i am the light of the rising sun

The Lion of kingdom come...

Men are the loudest, proudest
Animals
Howling Hollering screams
That he is the apex predator
Most intelligent in this blue bubble.

Pride is known to be a sin in the Good Book
I mistook for the kind of pride that walks with love for our sons,
I realize now,
It is self/ prideful boasting
Blaming bliss of ignorance
Conquering the weak
Who are the meek
Newborn heirs?
Possession/ obsessing over
Breath & breadth alive
Unknowing
Innocence
Outside his walls of boxes.
What is inner light of beings
Only human afterall?
What are animals without their nature?
if let to live as themselves
Still will die
Minds thirdeye blind.
What would be Man without his rhyme?
Man is the Loudest Animal.

Arrows from Babylon to Heaven
Only fall back down returning his own jealous fury.

What is silence to that sound?
Words of war machines speak not for Heaven,
Can't blame any rain that falls
Nor claim to be above it all...
Man is loudest and proudest
Of all...

(Hide behind thy marble halls,
What is Life to mortal ones)

“The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own”
                      --Colum McCann (Let The Great World Spin)



How often have we departed,
Only to return for those accomplishments
Yet to be attained
in complete relinquishing of all chains.


Doubt is kicked aside like boxer briefs
Allowing our starkness to trust the ease
Of limber flight its heights
when bodies feel more of heaven
removed from themselves

as if an out of body replacement
in each other’s unexpected ache and deprivation


There is nothing more immense of touch
Than to experience it with/&/in another
To become elation and levitation without wings

Love if only a brief conjuring of taste
is better explained in skins met and kept
oddly artistic  - like fetal sleep -  its shape :
Two minds, their temples, composed and content

At their waist:  **** / umbilical / magic spent.
Hearts between them beat, overcome
by rhythms from heaven, sent…

how often than not, have we left such captions
of shared life / ecstasies
to the halls of unremembered
the ill-equipped journeys by the ignorant
by the newly seeing youth that we were

rushing ahead for bigger sensations to better
the previous fun, without caution, defunct on ***
dizzy inside maelstroms overwhelming, yet freeing...

Behaved as anyone would at losing sight
following no roads displaced eyes not to recognize;
all thoughts scrupulous doors, dreams mapped absurdly

fearless Jenga of a life, a leaf in the wind falling from Sky

naïve belief - its all good, yet lonely numb inside
still the hollow hungers and also hurts
misplaced pathos, uncaring of worth your dirt...

How do we evolve without wellbeing or love
why are we, if not measured for the crown of kings?
How often do we listen before our voice is strong enough to sing?


Loving through gifts of our intermingled feelings
Bodies we speak wordless into being, one skein of light
From pitch dark and lost reasons, wakes to its pealing
Night is as beautiful in light’s mystic gleaning
Found in another’s succor, two bodies divinely beaming…

BODIES NOT OUR OWN
“The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own”
                      --Colum McCann (Let The Great World Spin)



How often have we departed,
Only to return for those accomplishments
Yet to be attained
in complete relinquishing of all chains.


Doubt is kicked aside like boxer briefs
Allowing our starkness to trust the ease
Of limber flight its heights
when bodies feel more of heaven
removed from themselves

as if an out of body replacement
in each other’s unexpected ache and deprivation


There is nothing more immense of touch
Than to experience it with/&/in another
To become elation and levitation without wings

Love if only a brief conjuring of taste
is better explained in skins met and kept
oddly artistic  - like fetal sleep -  its shape :
Two minds, their temples, composed and content

At their waist:  **** / umbilical / magic spent.
Hearts between them beat, overcome
by rhythms from heaven, sent…

how often than not, have we left such captions
of shared life / ecstasies
to the halls of unremembered
the ill-equipped journeys by the ignorant
by the newly seeing youth that we were

rushing ahead for bigger sensations to better
the previous fun, without caution, defunct on ***
dizzy inside maelstroms overwhelming, yet freeing...

Behaved as anyone would at losing sight
following no roads displaced eyes not to recognize;
all thoughts scrupulous doors, dreams mapped absurdly

fearless Jenga of a life, a leaf in the wind falling from Sky

naïve belief - its all good, yet lonely numb inside
still the hollow hungers and also hurts
misplaced pathos, uncaring of worth your dirt...

How do we evolve without wellbeing or love
why are we, if not measured for the crown of kings?
How often do we listen before our voice is strong enough to sing?


*Loving through gifts of our intermingled feelings
Bodies we speak wordless into being, one skein of light
From pitch dark and lost reasons, wakes to its pealing
Night is as beautiful in light’s mystic gleaning
Found in one another’s succor, two bodies divinely beaming…

I feel like...

I dance the body, electric
to get closer to the intimate
soul's vast thunder / for I am
liquid lighting
a storm's expression of atmospheres
and farther galaxies
illustrating sensations as near
as this skin in flux
in sheen's slick wet veneer
quick silver -- body cataclysmic ...
release.

I am the pulse of life
in electric veins that cradles
the flesh heavy breathing heart
like none other alive
before or ever again
manufactured replicants...

I am every stroke every shape
of non-existent clocks
stretching us to keep and wait...
we are malleable Artwork
in Creation's amorphous frames
experiences
supreme and above
yonder words
giving empty praise, applaud
of passing sound waves...

For I am adoration
in all your eyes and lifting sighs
I dance the body, levitation

When Love is the song your lips ignite

Light and lightning holidays
rivers of higher realms
kingdoms of heavenly your kiss will tell

Bodies in cosmic flight
both day and night and afterlife

Perfection is the bed where this made
Life and heavenly love
shines forever and a day -- will reign
Your thunder, my lightning
will wash the wyrms **** and mud
oh wonder
oh always

Touch is proof and my cup overflows
with all the gifts and grace

And I am spiral galaxies
star diamond fires -- a body of Art
All in always as one of every kind
with every name
sacred hearts
eternal flame

a universe is made

In us as One
the body
Dance electric
praising All
your loving ways...

(come privately and say out loud my name)

White mulberry leaves,
its veins Univoltine wines .
Silk, worm's waste of time.

Like wide sails that cup
The high winds of this marriage,
I'm at love's mercy...

Break time smokers digging for gold
Oblivious finger flicks a winning nugget
Outside, from the nose, flung without direction
Gasps gaggles of gossip girls unamused
Emptying casinos fearful of mucous, or swine flu.
Reality’s TMZ, latex gloves and masked celebrities say
Stay at home, with your cigarettes and boogers in ashtrays.

I

Behind his eyes of Laser Blue
I have a history as brief as titsi-flies

Behind a furrow or a dormant smile's bloom
I am indentured
by his manipulations,
                                lessened by his education
and I am supposedly the one he loves...?

So, there in the bear-hug of his lies
I am mute in delirium
copulation cranked to carnival speeds

Because he has power in the unspoken
as vaporous as white smoke
incantations & sorcery
                          fish hooks my love into my doom

I understand that gaze
I commit to its kaleidoscope
variegated faces
for every season and holiday
each hour etched is an emotion
pretend and pretense

Splayed

Muscle, toned,
limbs limned in liquids
arms of a giant squid
the transparent center:
a cluster of homosexuals suckling...

He is Captain Nemo, submariner
mad haired scientist,
testing each concoctions' mixed diversions
and perversions / replete to repeat
                               how we all un-burden ourselves
to him, patience
is an old man with an oil burner...

I am transfixed
a lobotomy experiment of chopsticks
and peppermint schnapps

who's time has misplaced it's tick.


II

I am aerodynamic...

Because the laws of attractions
commonalities not flesh on flesh
or polysyllabic meals of kisses
none are removed from him

He weaves his wizard's wand
fantasia music to magic  ***
to a whistle's whim,
while I chimp out puzzles complex
just to gain praise and admiration.

(As he vanishes to rendez vous
another grinder, another victim,
another name game)

For behind his hood
and hat of tormenting's tricks
I have glimpsed his true nature

like Midus whose touch once harsh straw,
rumpled in his still-skins
complete with fanatical flaws
I witness an aging ram
horned, silver haired satyr...

I am a deer in headlights
every time I am shocked by my own
naievette
like sheep to a herder
steering a flock,
a troop, a school, a ******

unguided paths that shape themselves
by the traffic of every foot.

I have grown blank
no mirth or self-contrition
this rat retreats into moist dark spaces
to converse with paranoid shadows...

Behind his eyes
even when he mistakes his conjuring
excuses tangled among false & fallacies
but stupidity is
the only spell he never casts
upon my helicopter spinning mind


III

He has transformed me not to a toad
with a swollen desire
to croak / a burp

but turned me
into a boomerang...

Flung high with speed
inaccurately to flee blind
uncertain as wind-shears in Chicago
but still returns to suffer

A beaten Benji,
and still an Ole' Yeller defender of truth
I remain

knicked, knocked, chipped
licked - not yet
but seemingly to his soul's spotlight
dead.

Thrown out
to welcoming skies so blue

still there's an anger behind his eyes
I understand / it will be the end of me

I am unable to discern
our story - where dying heroes lay
when they realize
tragedies end unluckily...

But a boomerang
knows not reasoning to leave
and be victim
to its own nature's treason,
it does not question why
nor weep helplessly

yet it also does not sing
celebrating when in its master's hand
yet comes home
unhappily half alive
I suffer like the boomerang
still my own company
without
compass or wayward destination
give in to it's predestined
abilities
in high flight always returning,

whistles to the joy of living

you see, a yo-yo can not fly

I have become acquainted with heaven's sky
kingdom of light
familiar to it's shine
delight in my unforeseen
demise

(my magic kiss kiss
imagination bang bang!)*

I am a divine toy of life,

be it

a boomerang.

Touch

can    teach

the   blind

to                    see

Worlds

in

words.

“The Old man could never be this Cool”
Says the little lonely Boy walking to school.

I've become sick

All that ****

They broadcast

Kills me.

BRILLIANT

Light of Life
                      Of love…
The brilliance of
YOUTHANDDARE
Magic
Twinkling
Vast ink
Cloak of Invisibly
Such visions in the dark
A lovely canvas
For the
Stars

Who shine
The Brilliance!
Of Love
Of Life
Of Love
Above

Youth & Airs!

Brilliant!

Boulevard Roads Hellbound
Streets
Leaving Las Vegas I-15
Boulevard of broken
Misfits and monkey anarchy
Anti-peace rally against joy.
Token lives in lies, employed.
Hatred /War strengthens beasts
Ruling this jungle, concrete
Cities killing the Dream...
Boulevards crowded with life sized toys
Played with until broken
Defeatist highways of human decoys
Heartless in the calamity
Killers with no devotion
Emptiness inside, a nameless disease
Not quite people (masking teeth)
Rather made into meat
For hungry is the beast.
Of War and dystopian enmity
(Believing it's nothing)
Boulevard Roads Hellbound
Streets of broken
In Sin City... 2020.

Jibber jabber gobbledee-goo
tittle tattle engenues
verbosely nosey Velcro verbs
sibilant smacks or lips a purse
wealthy whacks stickball whips
no tweet or talk but mailbox spit
gnawing down our chews of cud
converse with street rubber tongues
pinky-swore on Bazooka gum
summer wonder learning none
we Schwin & Huffy bike the day
child hood friends what else to say?
especially at that age...
Teeny tiny laughter dust
we race like Del Mar champion studs
no babble trouble wordy sting
our Super 8 remembering
"look no handle bars!"
our arms for wings
young ole boys California Kings...

Buck necked,
Dreads hanging on like a cat’s hair ball …
Buck necked,
She tells her moms
On my Obama phone, long distance
Welfare carriers
Pigeon messengers
Yelping life at her mama
On my cell

“They just be different here”
“Auntie, daughter-sister-niece”
With her best pal black
Making promises late birthday gifts
Buck necked
Didn’t even toe the pool water
Long distance in the Ladies’
At least a couple hours
On my Obama phone…

It’s definitely not about me
When hooting & hollering
Mad loudly
Urban jungle jive,
Who the hells this guy
Mr. Old boy push over
A gay
Patiently waiting
For her shower with black
White pizzle steam
Dissipate

Learning to speak up
If we are free
I choose to enjoy my experience
Not the type to be
Tugged on someone else’s leash
What little time We
Dismiss or
Fully embrace

“People just be so different here”

Hi I’m chop-liver, welcome to
My place,
Give me back my phone
Not feeling at all
At home.
Yet she’s buck necked.

Archipelago's
Seven Thousand islands long
Golden / Mango / songs...

Save the trees
Plant its seeds
Love the World.

Peace!

A dangerous thing:
Inspiration’s fragile wings,
Metamorphoses.

A dangerous thing:
inspiration's fragile wings.
Metamorphosis.

Preacher teaches ire.
Parents reprimand and scold.
Small hands on fire.

Cabin in the wild wood

Along mossy unpaved paths of pine

Birds call from the canopies

Over the cobblestone fireplace

Stag head and moon faced clock

Harken toward the dawn’s heraldry.

Eventual hours chime for the lime light.

Dog waits by the door for the next hunt.

hmph... where are the open mics?

This coffee-bean bag city abound

with eclectic fusions of wireless access

enter-the-net -abilities

Kenya to Columbia / slow, dark roasts...

and Napa Valley vineyards

intermingling

at Cream...

How oddly bright, surrounded by glass

windows--like discovery of x-ray vision,

through clear walls i see how packed

like an iMac convention it is

inside...

   Poetry readings: Yahoo local search directed us here,

barista-scented alcoholic webmasters

thin-legged tables laid out like a life-sized

chess board--us three white rooks performing

black bishop moves to the cashier;

curious like George as to where

in Carmen-cool-San Diego,

in this glowing rubix cubed place;

   where in the fluoresent skin of Comp-USA borne

peoples of the web, where

where oh where's the poetry?

Reading Vista-windows rather than obsolescent-absolutes

of books by Keats

or obsessive-compulsive Koontz...

   Though bright and machine-warm, Cream

felt metallic-shiny, slick as plastic; conversations

with an electric hiss

rather than a hum of heart-beats and laughter

where's the **** poetry??

   the readings?

a prolific geek or Hemingway refined older men

on a single microphone;

turn-table-tales in rhyme

on a platform made by the local grind

college theatre teckies (staple-gunned and glued)...

where are those poets?

   those spoken-word-wisdoms, writers

performing, even in their Goth-blacks, even in

their Seattle angst of cordoruoys or dock martins;

forget Starbucks, leave behind Jitterz,

the Expresso Roma is the poetry of coffee

no enterprise

can replicate

duplicate the unique...

   sadly i must concede, the spoken word

and poetic fluffers are a dying breed; as far as

i can web-surf, no place

houses them any longer, no more

do they sprinkle their pixie-dust of verse

or prose, mosaics,

fantastics of floral or funk

imagery and emotional

stark revelations of discovery...

   sadly--it is the day's turning of a page;

***** is the word,

adverb to lost horizons, i am

a dinosaur of the mess-no-beatnik-era,

"poet-a-sore-is-rest"

deep thoughts' ooze now the blood of

{fingers snapping} history

"yeah, man, cool...outta sight"

and i'm not yet extinct;

i am a teradactyl with so much sky

soon without a place to land, / below

crash into the matrix sea--Cream pixelates my woes...

communication has become a plastic factory

to Japan, and Europe, my inner "screeeeech!"

"where is the poetry?!"

Like the chili seed
her words burn and love making
keeps warm fires lit.

Nudist Beach Cruiser
Down Rollerblade Jogger's Lane.
Ease of Summer's roll...

Survey space office

Headset monitor keyboard

Hello Respondents?

Dark mundane corners'
hollow shadows are summoned
to Life's dancing flame.

Drugstores’ plethoras
Edibles, pre-rolls, and hash.
Flower turned to wax.

A glutton for war
Is a little bird that tweets
Tweet Twittering
Their whole lives thru
Insulting
Everyone
And all intelligence
Know the differences

Between fake news and satire
Is consideration

A glutton for war
Is filthy rich and
Inconsiderate.
An A hole
Capitalist.

Beggar’s change buys Black.
Broken system’s open sores,
Homeless flagellates.

Bright painted ponies
Merrily goes round 'n round,
Mad Whimsy of youth.

The heavy traffic,
An ocean's slow ebbing tide
Our patience drowns in.

My father leaves me to inherit

A sky, a castle above the clouds

Between spaces, in the Middle Kingdom,

Where he hopes for me to tend it's gardens

And the menageries of beautiful life,

The creatures of earth, sea,

And fly the heavens both in day and night...

My father wants for me, of him replace,

Leaves for me the learned ways towards peace and grace,

And not only care take but love creation's creatures

To walk his path without fear or haste...

There is a castle in the sky

A watchtower for a chosen guardian of life,

Only the one who has seen the light

And holds the third eye with right mind

Can sit in his seat

Will truly make the world more bright

My father left a gift for me


A castle in the sky...