Spices/nices... sweets and creams. Smells like home
Bodega my senses. Herbs/Lotions. from across time and the ocean.
                                        Remedies for achy knees.
                                        Cough syrup/liniments.
Mangoes and tangerines.
Mamae/papaya.
Waha leaf.                       Tree bark/arrowroot.
                                        Nescafe/Milo.

Pastries.Puddings.
cakes and tamales.
Ginger beer/seaweed sweet drink

Love potions in the back room.
spells and fixes too.
Yeah the old is new.

The Bodega is a slice of home,
mysterious and familiar.
good for what  ails ya.

Placebo ? oh no
cho man.

Wheat fields went bust.
Millions of topsoil went to dust.

Tattered dreamers eating sand  sandwiches and
breathing grit. stung to the bone by greed.
Taking what they wanted, forgetting how to need.

Hooverville.

The spitfire met the Messerschmidt his back was to the sun.

He rolled away right into blue skies dotted with puffs of
Cannon fire smoke stitched a  polka dot trail behind.

Chalk white cliffs glisten in relief. Soon the moment of truth will step forward destiny waited patiently it's turn as the island burned by night

The speckled.sky by day. The chatter and moan the struggle of flesh

against fire and steel.
Against will a death-dealing skill
**** or be killed
A ballet of silver winged coffins filled with fear and courage.
Times that try men's souls.
In the end.

The outcome was in doubt for many who stood
and made stand  that spoke of commitment to survival.
That spirit is now past.
But school will commence again
soon. Soon.
Sorry to say.
Read gaping spaces between the lines. Though a different
wolf wrapped in fine garments and expensive Italian footwear
will prance into our nightmares
stoke our insecurities
smile and assure.
No Mustache or comb-over though.

Doomsayer say you.
Chill pill versus paranoia.

HEY.!!!Yes
Do.you think I really give a ****.
Do you think  so.

Press the valve stem please.
Your head has gone all twisted.
Much more to life than Napoleon's cocked hat,and pocket billiards.

Little curl mid forehead.
You are nanite's sigh below expired. Really ?.
Take it in.stride my friend. See Naysayer for hire in the funny papers.

Place him behind you to the right
To keep away.the vapours

Bob Marley threw this one on the fire
It burned brightly fo me from his song
RAT RACE.
Dont know if this is a borrowed line but it has become one of mine when describing the hive mentality and closed consciousness of group think

Anything bigger than a basketball team makes me leery.  ;-)

A witches brew forget what you knew about what you knew.
Summer heat comimg down to Haight street.
Black leather. Huey P.

***** South..coming round.
The lottery for your vacation in the Mekong Delta

Power to the people  wattstacks.. love generations birthday.
Coast to coast conflagration.
Burn baby.
The Hearst chronicles
         Apollo flew from the Cape.
Kennedy casket draped for
a procession.
Economic depression.......

Tick. Tick  Tick.

I am a simple thing.
Reviled and admired.

I do the job requested.
I pose no query, why should I.
Indeed.

When called upon do I not serve.
I am a simple thing.
Devil.

Your hands are my volition.
Your will is my precision.
Your skill is my command.

Yet. I am reviled.
Cast aside. What then is my purpose.
But to speak loudly, shudder and recoil.
My message .

Swift assurance.
Bold pronouncements.
Fools rush in.

How am I to make the choice when you have made me what I am
a servant no more no less. A tool a sluggard at best.

Consider me a shovel in the shed. Do you hate me now. Fear me
Write laws to abolish me. Shout from the halls of anger, slander and deride.
Here I sit in judgment . A construct a conduit of your evil. Your callous machinations.

Most assuredly I am neither fish nor fowl.
Nor villain on the prowl. That is your domain.

I am your shelter in a storm.
a stern judgment for the lawless when all else has failed.
Play the De Guayo.
No quarter asked or given.

My friends. I pray for my own demise.
The day when peace abides.
Never.                        Nature or nurture.



I pray for my dismissal.
Until such time.
Put me away  with safety  and know that I am at your beck and call.
Your beck and call.
Yours.

I remain your humble servant.

Real Diva=A petulant Proven Mega Talent
Watered down Diva=A rude Hoochie.

Real Diva= A self Centered Proven Star.
Fake Diva=A Schmendrick. Cant punch out of a wet paper bag.

Old-school (Real Diva)=A Socialite.Proven ,Heavy hitter,Show stopper.
Skin Diva=T & A Poser.Head Rattles when she Shakes her Diva.

Iron Clad Diva=Cant miss,sold out two years in advance.
Bone Retrieva Diva= Cant spell CAT if You spot her the C and The A.

The list goes on.........

Nawmean ?

Her name was Diana.
She was my queen. Her eyes soulful
Her spirit was clean.
I betrayed her love. With cold calculation.
Numbers .

Choices shaped by urgent circumstance.
The scales tipped away.

She spoke to me from a far place untrod .

I saw her in the flesh again. The woman stood next to me.
A total stranger. She spoke with care and compassion though
Her voice was not the same.The spirit arced the void.The eyes.

Her  body was a replica down to the way she stood. The face older,
the lines less sharp.
Her husband stood by quietly as we moved in the queue.
A prop. Voiceless.

Then and there I knew.
Diana had touched me over the years but she never came to me
This way. I struggled.
But I  could not. Make.the leap and so
She went her way with.    Strange goodbyes.

I knew she waited for me.
She said she.would in life.
She had forgiven my betrayal

Oh how she loved me. And oh how I loved her so.

She spoke to me from the grave. Her power was
Always pure love.
The breezes blew the flame from her candle
Her candle stood alone in the whipping wind.
Where I left her standing

Years ago I left her standing as the world cruelly closed in.
The hounds of her existence claimed her.
She will be mine again.
Those eyes that so engulfed me.

That heat that ever loved me.
Goodnight my sweet. Rest again.
My journey leads back to you.

In time the circle will close.
Goodnight my queen.
I know that you await.
Rest my queen.
Unspoken as before.

The boatman
Stands  on the far bank.
His fare in hand.
I love you.
I always have done.

Seven days straight, the sun rolls up,always from the same
side of town and just the same way it gives up and lays down
The same buses run on the same old routes.
No letup.
So dream a dream.
Next day,instant replay.
Know what ? I know the  drill

Sunday.is like Halloween, Rubber faces and trick or treat with Reverend Ike.
Fire and brimstone. Please turn down ya cell phones.Pass the plate.
payola to heaven's gate.

Monday.Back on the grind, Blood,sweat and tears.
Grinding mental gears.Pop the clutch,Earn so little
Pay so much.

Tuesday.? just locked in. The Lotto is calling, cant win if ya dont play.
Teasin me bout easy street. Gimme my lump sum Then watch me fly.
Keep missin me with that later, greater noise.
Keep it real son.

Wednesday. Looking of into the sunset now.All ****** up
getting up for the down-stroke.Sweat  of my brow. Feel me NOW ?
Take a deep breath blow out slow. If you dont tell it then the devil wont know.

Thursday. Gettin closer to shore,Go for your backstroke  cause yer starting to
fade.  In through the mouth and out through the nose focus your gaze on the
circling crows? Crows ?

Friday. Ah snap yer ends came up short. Tax man just waxin yer ***.
Ghoulish?. Foolish. Some ends might not meet.

Sat-Day. Not so fat day. Pullin pocket lint by 6.PM.Chump changin.
is changin your mind. Gettin glimpses of stressin the old bump and grind On Moanday. ****.@%#$##$%@
expletive deleted.

Stun-day. Hungday?
Rake  your sh%@t in a pile day ?

No Doubt Assed out.
Hello... Monday.

She died a sudden death
at least the the bullets impact
slammed the door.
but I cant say for sure.
I hope so.

I dreamed her in repose a few months before.
I am not a dreamer nor  do I think I have a gift.
I saw her with ruffled lace around her throat
asleep still lovely in profile a hint of a smile.

The mahogany half lid removed. just her face
and I shuddered knowing it was a dream as I dreamed it .

                                                     You know when you know that you are dreaming
                                                        ­                    and choose to let it play out. That was the case.
I left her to her own devices knowing they were fatal
in the long term but not so long after all.
I knew she would find the rainbow even told her so

                                          Her death wish was  on display the day
                                                             ­             The brown van careened around the corner
                                                                ­          The blue sedan in pursuit shooting blindly
                                                         ­                 she stood and watched the show go by
                                                              ­            with no regard. I looked up at her from where I
                                                                ­          sprawled and knew for sure then that she
                                                                ­          hoped for the rainbow.
  Diana was her name.

  Out of sync with her existence.
  Boy how did she last that long.

  She  told me  once and never repeated
one warm California night as we sat on
the level roof of an adjoined  building from her apartment
we sat and watched the pinprick stars far away in the
black velvet sky drinking cognac as the city lights cast  from afar.
she told me.

She told me and I cried inside of a father
who took her innocence and made her prove her love in a twisted oral benediction.
Then It all made sense. We never spoke of it again and her scars glowed purple and pulsing
from within.

  

   All heart and soul.
   Caramel eyes that held love always
   Never anger or even pain. That
   was buried as deep as the hole
   she has lain in for years.

This is as close as I have come to saying goodbye.
She drifted backwards.
Old and new acquaintances
Toxic .

The end was brutal.
The rainbow at the end of the pain.

Let us go see.
what happened since.
We left.
We let.

The wind blow long.
The Orb burn.
Tempest howled.
Poles froze.

Let we take flight.
A small trip.
My ship.
Blue orb.

Look what we made.
Odd creatures they.
Small bodies.
Small minds.

They like big explosions.
And rocket ships.
They seek.
They wonder.

They cannot look inward.
Stars beckon. come
Come children.
Come children.

Their journey is ending.
The journey to dust.
To us .
To us.

Werewolf.
My cousin Floyd was one.
He would prowl the night spots
When the moon was full.
One minute. Shooting the breeze

Next he would excuse himself to use the facilities and sneak
Out the bathroom window.
Quiet as a weremouse.

They say he was smitten
And bitten by the girl next door she

Was a bit hairy but.that's no reason to
Jump to confusions.

what about the gent in sheep's clothing.

When I was a kid if you were accused of
selling wolf tickets, you had a
poker face while holding a bad hand
Or.
Feeling froggy but having no hops was another
Lycantropic adventure.

Lon Chaney JR.
howled at the moon in black and white

In that case his howl was worse than his bite.
this poem is lacking in teeth.
goodnight.

substance of the senses.
If you could not see would the cherry in the cherry red paint job matter.

If one could not hear would the pavlavian clink of the winglass matter.

If one could not smell would the aroma success register the same.

If ones tongue were rendered tasteless would it matter what spices

If skin had no receptors would her/his. Tactile journey resonate.

All said and done.

**** karma put me on the train-track
Under the trestle. Wearing  full black and the night was pitch. The
Moon hid behind blackened clouds as the
Beauty of it all escaped me
Like dry hard mathematics
Umbrella of starless night has
Cloaked  the irresistible force a
Kiss goodnight.

The sponge holds all it can then begins to ooze.
                           OR. The glass brims over full.

I think for me it has to be.
Some such.
The ooze mayhap.                              Emotional. Cleansing.
                                                      ­     Spiritual centrifugality.
                                                 ­          Sweet spinning
                                                        ­   Balance of body and soul.
Rote release.
Relaxed expression by way of
Familiar repition.





                                                           Out of body.

                                                          ­ 8 punch combination

                                                    ­       With no hitch..

A groove.

Like.music.

Like dancing.

Like making love with passion

Like breathing............ almost

Sight up mi queeen she jus a. Rock an come een.
head pan mi chest. Mi arm round she waist.
Sweet syncopate make.love never hate

Ina dance hall jus a rub-a dub style.

One ting fi shore. Dis ridim roll sweet. Baseline smooth and the
Gial dem a dueet.

Close your eyes and open your mind. Rock from the front and roll from behind.
Lyrics. Them walk you out a you mind.
Smooth reggae beat drop in between time.

So squeeze up you love one cuddle and smile.
All massive jus a  jelly ina rub-a dub style

Lashed to the side .washed by the rolling tide
I have traversed the oceans wide.somehow. my cursed soul
Cannot find surcease.

Seasons go and decades flow.
Down, down to the depths we go. A watery grave
I stubornly craved ,no such. Cursed beast.

"No whale. No cursed devil."
Release me to darkness.
To hell and gone.

Vengeance is mine saeth the lord
I Ahab spat defiance.
A wooden keepsake strapped to my knee.

A bitter morsel  for mobey **** who bit and spit the cursed zealot
Away to drift.

Now strapped astride.his sworn foe
His soul long dead .sent ahead.
Ahabs sentence


To prowl the depths
To see the unseen.
Fathom for fathom.dark and deep
Never to sleep or feel the touch.


A horrific Dutchman to end of days
To repent for his blackheart vengeance.
Forever cast

Away.

A bit of the potion.
A drop of the brew.
Mickey Finn to me my friend
A lullaby to you.

The stone from the County Blarney
unlocks persuasives charms
If you kiss it in a certain way
The charm imparts to you.