We will never get to see
How good you were

We will only see the title
Of your life

Only foot prints
Will remain

Of all the lost has beens
And rope-a-dopes

Having my edges cut off
By a living monument
Heaving plastic stones
Outward
Toward space.

this is the way that you sigh,

a leafless branch
wavering helplessly

between tides

waving goodbye to some great memory

exhaling depleted air.

Sloping beaches
roman snails
slinking deeper
into my pail.

on a hillside a log topples downward

showing a fungi of colors
in millet-seed sized scales

a devils cup
curls up

under the dark undergrowth

a mat of mossy sponge
    too lichen thick

drains its
blistering-ulcerating-soul
into an inner memory with as many folds

where are we now?

us,
a wandering tribe of black eyes.

you looked
i won.


this is a poem

written by me

and sent to who-so-ever-will

open up to love,

lay aside hurt pride,

unfreeze to stay warm and hungry.

XXXVII

PAR(R)APHRASES TO BE ENGRAVED IN BRONZE

1
The future
A time bomb

2
Consumerism
A snake
That swallows its tail

3
A lot of talk about human rights
Little
almost nothing about human responsibilities
Number one human responsibility
To respect human rights

4
Return to democracy for what
To see the same film over again?
NO:
To see if we can save the planet
Without democracy nothing is saved

5
Third and final call
Individualists of the world unite
Before it's too late

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XLV

ULTIMATUM

Either they draw up once and for all
The encyclical letter on survival
Or I'll have to put it in writing myself
Weeps at the top of his voice
Your Lord Jesus Christ
Of Elqui
Domingo Zárate Vega
Alias the eco loco of the north
Hurry up!

There are eternities but not so many

The planet can't take it any more

I've seen fish swim underwater
and turtle heads peek over
and smelled leaf mildew
under blue tarp's dew.

I've sat watching my mother
knitting-in-the-round
as she watched TV
buxom and warm
(whose warm embraces)
won and lost my father
who accepted having children - not his (or hers)
raised them, fed them, sent them to school
and in the end
left.

I listened to punk
and tried to drum to it
then watched TV
and slept on the couch
and woke in a sweat
and kept my head down
and fell into bed.

just like my dad
who ate with us
then drank enough to fall asleep
sitting in his La-Z-boy
head bent to chin
half smoked cigar, half ash, half a glass  

someone who knows him
can't explain.

I love my wife
and see her
and really see who she is
who when her father died
my friend too
knowing his soul was alive
placed the phone by his side
for me to say goodbye

and that was really the kindest
thing a person could do - has done
it is her love that saves me.

and in the wing
and on the shore
and in the plains
where Indians store
the living pines as tall as mine
lifting birches - children's lashes
lay running away
towards me in the dark.

I partly refuse to write you
As you were

The opening part
Was bitten

Chewed more like
Into little infinities

Until nothing survived
But an underwhelming
Bite mark.

nothing auspicious
here just
synagogue
like
symptoms

an empty urn
turned over
like so
many
tombstones.

help us dear G-d
to keep what ever peace
we
have
frozen in time

until then
little remains
in me.

I like warm bodies
but it's not a place to
be alone.

You try making a Haiku
with body parts
buddy

I got no strings

to keep me here

though born of earth

of mother brown and father white

bored I listen to music:

"you're so natural - you're so free" "I'm seeing red'

"thats when I reach for my revolver"

it happened in Southampton
("say you don't want it").



Later,

holed up in

brick and stucco prisons that last

a lifetime

there wasn't much to do
when there was time to do it

What people feel?
What do you feel?

I've had this conversation with you before

And still nothing.

A letter might be better
Or
Still more confusion.

You are a queer fellow
Sitting there
Arguing with lampshades
about how little people know
And who is with you
And who's against

It all comes down to
Past lives,
Yeah, the stuff you did before
Being born

So, why don't you just
Leave

And try again.

today is a watershed.

the weather is now a topic of conversation
last weeks big game is not discussed
mums the word.

people hate teaser's
people love...
well we are working on that

the reason I have come here
before you today
is to take up space
to breath air that
would normally
waft up into an
eternal vacuum

to keep it short (and sweet)
there are two ways
always
and never one way
but its not binary
or right
or wrong
it is,
for as
long as
I stand here.

Welcome me
To your crude levity
O white seminole

Come clean
And
Milk me of mine

The god within me
Like cream on top
Hope to god an angry god

Today I made no alliances
All shattered or broken
smiles turned into sneers
Kidding cuddling
All but burning rain
But new kindnesses
are born
you wait and see

A start of new
before his threshold
Awaits us
Has waited
For
us

Why am i writing you
Are you such a mystery?
I cant even remember the times we spent
Together
Can you?

You hate me thats certain.
I can even remember why
Its because i liked you
Isnt it?

it felt like you liked me too...

Love  Time  Left  Behind  Tears

Eyes  Lost  Dark  Heart  Pain  
­
Feeling alone all day

Your sun hands inside a falling man

Life.

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personally
this kind of writing never
did anyone any good

those who lost everything
know it's BS

those who have anything left
know to walk away.

who are you?
what do you want?

you Paul Celon
searching
sucker.

the only karma you got
was given to you by someone else
don't even worry about it.

the tape skips
someone hit the turntable
my mom is crying because she thinks
she did everything she could
(for me?)
and yet

the one time when I have enough
clarity, compassion
tenderness

it gets flushed
down
the
toilet

you are a release
unto my thoughts
of thinking

to non being
too benign

our heads nod
to our chests
in
supplication

in embarrassment
in ignorance.

you are a mist
of clouds
boyued
in a queue
of
unending
ripples
of
dread.

come now
into the open
so we can see
you

for you
are
awe.

you said something
but
I did not hear you

or

I wasn't really
listening

to be or not to be
is not a question
but more the answer

I am
I'm not
eternity

blank into blank
forgive
me.