some believe in the deity
others in the sanctity of self
I think poetry is a religion
a soul unto itself
not a god
but close
and I seek her his its
calming words
wisdom
to get on my knees
and worship
every night
alone
here
in my sanctuary
like any
true believer

What a fool I was , undignified
to light one up at the funeral,
the mourners gasped, as I blew you that
one last shotgun , as I promised you
I would that day we met in April
1967 at the love-in
on the hill the new rock bands playing
songs of peace and love so beautiful
the flowers and  kisses being gave
out so freely and we got so high
promised if you died I'd give you one
last shotgun to take you smiling out
to wherever it is ole' hippies
go

how deranged , can
I do letters , arrange
verbs
displayed black on white
noun verbally
portray points
of my brain taking in
electrical impulse
pulses painting reality,
neurologically composed symphonies
I give in to it.

not one word, or all the princely sonnets, rhyme
nor may any dawn light my horizon
or moon glow glistening brighter, Mars
nor Venus, not any universe,contain
describe be nearer to perfect
than you, your glow
is all the worlds in essences of everything
ever made sweet, honey compared to you,
is bitter on my tongue, the moonlight
in your absence falls like darkness in my world
You, you are in my eyes, the only permanence,
the glistening diamond , the moon the sun the stars,
everything.

hoochie ******* man, Bruh Rabbit
a trickster be def....
takes a dif form on dif days
on the 7th day of the 7th month with 700 dolla's
don't ever mess around
taking the form of Pops he stole the fire
from Prometheous, who
stole it too
a coyote
Raven
like Jacob from the Bible,
Questions of is he messenger or Messiah
teaching wisdom or teasing
stories
'bout mojo black cat bones
or hoochie ******* mamas