humanity will survive only if we are rooted closely to the earth

unbridled technology will lead to our demise

our tools come from nature but we cannot let our tools poison the soil

the neon screen that you are reading

like the pages of man’s great canon of books

grow from the ground

precious conductive earth metals

more valuable than gold mines

when those are gone

no more text messages or Twitter

no more blogging or wind turbines

we will return to primitive communication

land lines, letters and talking

i wonder how our grand kids will make the transition

from rare earth metals and petroleum

to whatever is next

will they discover a revolutionary pearl of knowledge

that we cannot yet imagine

or will they relearn forgotten technologies

and replant in their ancestors’ livelihoods

or will we leave the land sapped and useless



humanity will survive only if we are rooted closely to the earth

we grow from the ground

shine from the sun

blow in the wind

flow in the water


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 5/2/2014

in the moments when the words will not come

i sit and admire the wonder of emptiness

a mind with no need to express

a simple piece of unchallenged mystery



how could i want this to last?

no more pretty words would come again

i’ll just put down my pen and go to bed

and leave another would-be poem unsaid



why do i write?

because it might take off someday?

or help me see the light?

or prove that i am gay?



in the hours when the words won’t come

the silence and emptiness fill me

a mind at rest and dumb

the uncontested mystery


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/30/2014

i could use a little femme fire and brimstone in my life

a lady with a rough and cunning charm

who is at once victorious and defeated

with eyes for unkempt beauty and well-armed


she’d have to know at least the distinct flavors

found in music, art, writing and the world

not to sound too lofty or pretentious

i’m just looking for the right kind of girl


a girl who is a fully grown woman

is what i was meaning to say

i just want someone who is like me

kooky, crazy, thinking, cool and gay


i could use a little fire and brimstone in my life

something to get me up early

to sleep in late and stay up late

a guy-girl and a freak but not too girly


i could use a good woman

intelligent with a cultured charm

with glowing eyes for art and unkempt beauty

defeated, victorious and well-armed

**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/29/2014

tarsons hog the blessed spine

of eon timbers taut and pine

eager neither comes to take

mount me in the Heaven lake



stick it in the pleasure pie

fill my box with tender eyes

neither can you come to find

nor fall out with a tampered sigh



neither can you find me

nor can i find thy

we clash our swords

then mount together

in the amber by-and-by



i used to have a handsome guy

musseled as the river bed

but he left like all the rest

for all i care he’s dead


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/28/2014

walking through the big flea market

off of highway 19 north of Tampa

looking for whatever and something

curious and kitsch or campy



merchants selling in the parking lot

used blenders and old cameras

burnt out or faulty devices

DVD cases and game cartridges



old rednecks shout out opinions

in a cacophony of drawled signifiers

representing visions of despotic rulers

reigning a tyranny of taxes and decline



old glass containers and windshields shine

scattering high afternoon sunlight in the Sunday sky

sitting and resting used and content waiting

waiting for the wear and reduction of time



the market continues into indoor aisles

criss-crossing within a ramshackle structure

plywood walls supporting sheet metal roofing

an aroma of every greasy food wafting into one



people wrapped in worn fashions

whites in Ts and denim

muslim women in headscarves

a black deputy strapped down in uniform



the deputy enforces commerce laws

around the alternative marketplace

a variety of commodities are still available

bongs and e-cigs and incense and **** ****



parakeets cry out down one aisle

a stack of blue aquariums drone a bubbling hum

the stench of cedar and rat **** and hamsters

reptiles basking in the arid glow of heat lamps



all is right in America’s America

the flea market is the floorboard of that promise

an opportunity for anyone to begin

or start again and over and over



a liberal conservatism can be guarded well

with rifles or tazers at bargain rates

a conservative liberalism is applied openly

in the atmosphere of everyone for anything and everything



the dream of the flea market

a black market and a carnival

all of America’s cheap art on display

its people swirled into one



equal in their struggles and desires

reaching for resources and derivatives

buying low and selling higher

stealing and selling short



walking through the big flea market

on a hot and cloudless Sunday afternoon

looking for whatever or something

it’s a fun thing to do


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/27/2014

the lizards sit cautiously in the sun

as I sit across the lanai grinding placidly

for a word to embellish my journal

they blink and wait for bugs



I sit and write, write and sit

winnowing down the day

wasting time on poetry

oh but what a way



a ******* born in Paradise

sits winding down the day

grinding out more poetry

blinking life away



the lizards sit cautiously

warming in the sun

I sit and write in Paradise

and wait for night to come



I write and sit, sit and write

winding down the day

wasting time on poetry

oh but what a way


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/26/2014

the ship bellows loudly against the crush of the sea

creaking and sloshing against the hull

as i try to sleep in my bunk

or stand watch out across the darkened hue of the watery void



as each day breaks i am shifted, slowly, to another realm

sea birds squawk and cry high above the mast

the water is greener and horizon begins to reveal vague definition

as land becomes less distant and is gradually upon



with shaky legs i am reawakened to the sounds of the shore

sand under my toes and the rushing of water against land

strange birds sing at the tree line and palm fronds rustle against the sky

late sunshine glows through the pink haze of evening and the orange ball fades


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/25/2014