Stem broken
Flower regards
Peeling varnish
Surfacing
Old table

Leaf
Mauve
Fell

O lugubrious poet
Take me down
Beyond dog-headed
Beasties

Past styx falling
Twigs
Upon our heads-

Poet take me to
The tense past
Future
And tell me this
Mess I made
Will furnish-
Polished oak-
One more chance

To make amends-

To finally
Post mortem-to
Live again

Floating
Soft shell beauty

Oh my!

She crawls
Digs
Lays a million eggs

(My seed!)

Covered in sand
Still dug up-
Photoshopped

Some crawl
Eaten on beach

Reach surf-

Oh
If one
Little turtle word
Survives and roams
Oceans
Eternally-

Lucky
Lucky me

Of existence

Nobody without spirit
(What - no
Volition?)

Molecules hum
With
Spherical dance

Stone so alive

Syncretic syncopation

Holistic fear and
Ec-stasis

Flowers of
Laceration

Tears and tears and tears

Happy tears

Sad tears

Tears and tears

And tears

I had ideas
And plans
And

Something happened-

Made your heart

Soft

However it is

Do not give up.

I will not
Give up
On you

Old **** sparrer

Returning thru
Rubble and

The deafening madness

To roost.

Here
Hen
Is home.

Egg

Old cherry

Weeping amber

Wrote a

No word
Poem.

Nobody read it

Sliver of
Mirrored glass.

Glimpse of days long
Gone
When god sat at
My shoulder

Whispering

My river
Cares not
For me-

Carries
Slurry or
Salmon

Indifferently

A:
In the smallness
Of the garden
Thirsty flowers
Scorn my puny can
And call down rain

B:
In a distant galaxy
Some parallel man
Waters microbial blooms.

Bereft of cloud,
Darkness engulfs like
A tomb

Caught in
Rusting bucket

Escaped through
A hole in the side

The last time I loved
(So, so,
So long ago)

Fruit spilled itself
In the garden

And insects sang
And rejoiced
In the split flesh

And the soil leapt
With joy
And sprouted
Tiny seedlings.

The last time
I loved

Her womb welcomed
Seed and cried
In happiness
And fecund abundance.

But the last time was
So,so
So long ago

Even old
Dead
Moon
Got a
Satellite.

Here I spin
And roll

Alone

Nothing at all-

Good evening

With jam

After rain
Nostril aflame

Red bloom
Sing tune

Berry hum
Upon tongue

Skin alive
Sultry, blithe

Man jumps in

How the world has changed

It will be

Alright

Never wrote a poem,

Just received

I have read
A million poets

But liked only two

Vicki and homer

Actually that is not true

I like shakespeare too

Oh

Just make it up

As you go

What a voice
And I wish

That I could call

Mellifluous

On your ear

Is a couple 50% reduction?

Is two 100% more than one?

You teach me

Every day

Blinking from
Cave
Cosied

Pelt hanging
From bones

Smile bear
And forage

Fresh Spring

Forward-

One fall at a time-

One/two small eyes

Catching
Little suns

Distort mirror
Then that
Now this
Becoming
Other.

Put aside
Caricatures-

Slip mirrors into oceans

Flee free

There are none I seek
To reunite,

To meet again
Beyond the veil-

Do not oppose
sweet oblivion

From the strangeness
Of life,

From consciousness
Of panic

Nor of love

Settle in the corner where the cat sometimes curls,
Where the painting of chrysanthemums hangs
Free of all Distraction-

Where the single vase of tiny flowers
Sits and a solid lump of stone rests

When the earth dies

I hope you are in my arms

J

Just people

Universe is so
Small
And changeable

My mouth can
Say so
Little.

Kiss

Who took my hand.

How are your grandchildren?