America is haunted by race
I am lately haunted by outer space
Some say New Mexico is the Place

                         Aliens???

Eternity as sleep
     No more tears to weep
             No more **** to peep
                     No more laughter leap


                          annihilation?

Rock stars live after they die
But maybe not middle school teachers

I wrote and told of nights in cars
But I could not really reach her

I like music in Irish bars
But I'm not much of a drinker

Exoplanets, exomoons, and stars
They can turn you into a thinker

                            ???

Silent in the face of theodicy
Odysseus in Homer's Odyssey
Donald Trump's idiodicy

                     ???

Encounters. UFOs. Synchronicities.


                       Puzzles.

Do I have some hate in me?
Yes I do. And the need to battle back.
I hate George W. Bush
And what he did to Iraq

My father was a pilot
At times I too do fly
Exoplanets spin
Purple goes the sky

Not Hans Kung
Not Schopenhauer
The Son too will come
But no man knows the hour

The Daughter may come too
Exoplanet water
Does she trust me now?
Can she say I taught her?

                       ?

Is it ok to be forgotten?
Disappear forever.
Sacramento Mark
Sacramento Heather

     The wind and the weather ...

Not much to do but sleep
         Not much to do
              Not much
                   Not
                      .

In my teens
I'm reading C.S. Lewis in Florida
In my 40s
I'm dining at The Eagle and the Child alone

See me on the Mekong River
At the library
In the psych ward
Bus from Paris to Rome

Steve Jobs
Wandered Japan
Seeking enlightenment
Before inventing the cell phone

If she called me
I would give up poems
Undress her slowly
Om mane padme home.

I'm often God haunted or God obsessed
      But so was Osama Bin Laden
    So it's probably not a good sign ...

Just a diary
A diary that rhymes
My dailiness
So inclined

Suffering
In my mind
Suffering
I can't find ...

Buddhamind in Bangkok
                 Patientia
           slowly Overthrow

America is an Abyss
           Like







           This...







              ...






             ...







             ....

Obsessions, Ishmael
I have them deep and long
Obsessions and confessions
I showed her sacred songs
Obsessions from the past
Obsessions about ***
Eyes closed, mouth open
Her hair long past her neck
Obsessions about a woman
And what might have been
Obsessions gone to poetry
Is she still my friend?
Obsessions


               Which never end...

I'm tired and I'm lonesome
But before I take my rest
Fight to New York City
Friend to Bucharest

Then traveling solitude
Already did confess
Knowledge is a wound
Basketball can bless

Kamakura Buddha
Snowfall emptiness
Silences on trains
No maybe to Yes

Point guards score few points
Mostly break the press
I will disappear
Vanishing point unless ...

yellow sky yearning
aglow aglow aglow
tired, lonely, churning
no one on Earth will ever know

ordinary boring
sleep long and late
ordinary boring
ordinary Fate

               but wait ...

The traffic on the highway
Sounds fly past
Fading fast, Fading fast ...

maybe just overwhelming emotion
                         the wonders and terrors
                                 in Time's strange ocean
                 
   and yet....

                                             (for y'all)


                                                        ­                        
                                                         devotion.

Take myself less seriously
After all, it's only life

When I disappear
Please pray for my wife

The wish to find Eternal
The knowledge: devoured by Time.

The Fish. The maternal.
The silence. I'm ...

I'm gonna write till I have to stop
And I don't know when
Un Escritor
Friar Thomas, take up your pen

Wonder Used Bookstore
Postcards, DVDs
If she called tonight
Please, baby, please

But I live alone
Alone in times like these
1137s
3033s

Japanese anime
San Francisco Zen
Probably die at night
Probably don't know when

           Ah! but then ...?

Monasteries, libraries
Quiet, time to read
Basketball, Wetheral
A pal's last need a thing to heed

I write because I ...
A way to spend my time
Lots of little postcards
Cranberry juice with lime

2 prayers for Susan
2 for Judi too
One Dark Knight
Chicago with the Blue

           Chicago Who?

Despair does actually have the last word
Then eternal silence
What does it contain
After all that violence?

Had to write. Un Escritor.
Shamanic initiation
Vertigo. Not Elsinore.
Daily dedication

I give thanks for air conditioning
Maybe business for my son
Almost 17
Please family and fun

Charleston at night
Wind blows to the water
She is quite a sight
So I'm sure are her daughters

Yes, I wish she would hold me
Carolina Inn
54 and forming
2 weeks like Jeremy Lin

                   (!)

I am waiting to travel again
Just need a little money

Scarlet Johansson ******
Steve Martin funny

Travel lost and lonesome
Emptiness hotels

Museums, tea rooms, bookstores
Mr. Markson. Ishmael

Uber rides. Loneliness
Drifting toward the end

Probably solitude
Maybe stranger friend

              Pretend.

If I had a lot of money
I would travel again

Istanbul and Venice
Granada: si, muy bien.

Get myself to India
Maybe China too

Africa, St. Petersburg
Coming into view

But now I am not working
At least not for pay

So much time alone
What would Caesar say?

If he saw Donald Trump?
Right on all the way?

Friends, Romans, countryman
Dawn goes down to day.

Gold that glitters cannot stay.

Good night to all
Thanks for reading

In the Silence
I am pleading

Time for sleep
Will I dream?

Hello poetry
On the home team

           😀

Me with manic philosophical grandiosity during an episode:  How do you know if you're on the right Way?

My (Indian) taxi driver: That's easy. You just check the GPS.

The isolation is intense
I in my own world
I knock upon your window
Poetry is hurled

Tomorrow I'm 52
Today still 51
My years lonesome blue
My darling growing sons

Too much seriousness
Not enough fun!

My sons in the waves
           sunlight
                Si!

Philosophy is ridiclous
For an animal doomed to die

But here we are alive
Alive and don't know why

I like Clifford Pickover
Mr. Pickover he likes Pi

I told her that I love her
She said you're not my type of guy

Solitude
Sigh.

horseshoe at home and 37
  Irish clover, unknown heaven
      coincidences in my mind stuck...

           I both pray and say, Good Luck!

eternity is nothingness
perhaps that's just as well

Susan Meek is heaven
Donald Trump is hell

all aboard the Pequod
the reader, Ishmael

is America near the End?
ain't no tongue can tell.

Ain't no justice, Richard Parker
But hope springs eternal
Friends still embrace
7 Bridges Road

He eats peach cobbler
I eat won ton soup
Daoist hermits meditate
The Ghost of Old Tom Joad

Free libraries
Open basketball courts
African shamans
No need to speed or goad

Sleeping under stars
Making out in cars
Memories recede
Memories explode

         Zeroed.

No hope with women
No hope for men

Solitude
Silent Zen

Meaningless together
Better than meaningless alone

I've been Hitch Hikin'
I am a Rolling Stone

95 North
Richmond twilight zone

The comfort of their voices
My sons on my cell phone

If God
Then Unknown

             Zero at the Bone

Death is annihilation
We cease to be forever

But 0! those times
0! those times
Those times we were together!

To give and not to count the cost
   sacred silence: words at a loss
              Eric Montross?

20073 poems in the Night
       not 1 step closer
               Futility!

072 on the license plate just now
I drive to the library
Hope floats

Gratitude for solitude
Bounce passes to friends
No G.O.A.T.S

Madonna and Child in Cuzco
Que paso!
Little notes

Every Gambler knows
Seattle snows
Ferry boats

lonely isolation
      women
       wishes

Kierkegaard in Copenhagen
       Thy will be done
        That single one

Something clearly created the world
If you want, we can call that God

But it ain't only Good
It's Beyond good and evil Odd

the isolation is ...
I lay on the couch
time tick tocks
times tick ouch

beautiful snow today
french onion soup
a little creme brulee
alley oop oop oop oop oop

Lonely as the rain
  In my solitude
     she's gone

Awake and alone at Midnight
                   Fright

I'm not really a moralist
But I do love The Batman
Vigilance is inspiring
One man in the Night

I've been to Hong Kong
My old roommate lives there
Boat on New Year's Eve
2009

Read City of Ember
Carl Hiaasen's Flush
Lois Lowry's The Giver
Zachary Quinto. Chris Pine.

I don't understand women
They don't understand me
Rowan Tree

        Moonlight in the Pine

                         Ein.

The Seattle ferries
And the Stockholm sun

Now I'm alone
No work to be done

My dear ones far
Beloved sons

Quiet, quiet
I'm the quiet one.

I have a former athlete's body
But still I am quite sick

Inevitable decline
Tick tock tick tock tick

I admit that I'm amazed
By amazing Moby ****

Yes, I still have fantasies
She I would like to lick

But I'm all on my own
Burns the candle wick

                 1

One person attended Leibniz's funeral.

One.

Basketball is happiness
I can finally feel at ease

And bring back lost chilhood
Even in times like these

Magic and Larry Legend
Michael and Kareem

I admit, I admit
I'd like to hear her scream

I desperately hope she sees
I really am on her team