when in time I go
unwarily
I wish to only
remember
the glint I saw
oh a merry day
looking back at me
from the daydream eyes
tender breast
I dream
upon
as
the
world
spins
dizzy

The night
sky spills
past and
fills the store
beneath with
pools of
blue shadow
and silence,
they are all
there, the
books, on
the shelves,
waiting
ready to drop
like Sundance
and Butch
making good
their escape,
if only I'd
seen how
they'd been
squeezed
in I could
liberate them
all, wrong
verb (perhaps),
but.....
     ...... what
use will be
tomorrow's
sunrise
with no
book to read
by it's light ?

Out of time
TICK...TICK...TICK...TICK
Out of money, out of rhythm, out of rhyme, without a dime
TICK...TICK...TICK...TICK
Borin' days, yawnin' nights, mischief wins
TICK...TICK...TICK...TICK
Stealin' cars, goin' to bars, Whorin' up,
snortin' stuff
TICK...TICK...TICK...TICK
Goin' to jail, out of bail
TICK...TICK...TICK...TICK
Behind bars with badman movie stars
TICK...TICK...TICK...TICK
Was out of time, now in with time
TICK......................................................TI­CK...............................................TICK............­................TICK ( phew! still more to come)............................................................­...TICK

My glances surreptitious
and from a distance

with a certain amount of concern
and now i've learned
that i am not the strongest person

i know and my life is so,
so small in comparison.


r ~ 12/17/14

alight a path of excited neurons
saved by corporeal fuses
sacrificed fried to save
my head from overloads all the
amperage storing up
Danger High Voltage!!!

flows inside from too much reality.

I need your alternating current
to mediate my DC.
To my Tesla, like, you are , Miss Whitman.
To your Edison I am but one spark of Voltaire.

You sing of electric bodies ten million volts.
I imitate Voltaire as he did Virgil.
If someday we should unite,
our sparks would alight on eternity.

The monk shows me the scar
where he took the bullet
the 70s fiery rebel
is now a Shiva-ite by faith.

I try to see in his eyes
remnant of youth’s spark
believing the fire never dies
from time now buried in the dark.

The March wind blows the dust
banyan trunks make a cool shade
in the lull he relieves a past
no way could he obliterate.

A time was I held a gun
the police was hot on my trail
day night I was on the run
in the pride of being a rebel.

Cast shadows an eerie silence
now evening could no longer wait
I wave to him from a distance
Shiva waits on him to meditate.

Anytime my coffee gets cold
I can't help but think of you
It scalds my mouth as I drink it too fast
But the pain doesn't compare
To that I feel missing you