6:37
Strange Fruit

Lady Day
Business suit

Hopeless, hopeless
Eternal pain

Strange fruit
American reign

           Country's insane

Hope for the young
Young sons sung
   Exoplanets!

6:37
Waking from peaceful sleep

Writing again today
Mr Dirda, do go deep

The country is in danger
I pray the people to respond

Rise to vote, sir - Rise to vote, sir
O Ishmael, the Great Beyond!

                   One Whale
                    One Wand.

It's true
Nice guys finish last

But when I finish
Mean women are long past

6:37 p.m.
Rolling thunder
I often wanderwonder ...

                 next life?

In the World to Come
They will not ask me:

Why were you not Abraham?
Why were you not Moses?
Why were you not Elijah?

They will ask me:

Why were you not Zusya?

Open my eyes
Clear the Nightmare
Safe in bed
Awake

       Spirit lake

For courage amidst the fearful thoughts
Courage, kindness, calm

The quest sweet Sir Galahad
In Gilead the balm

Ordinary day today
Please help Alex hear

Taipei is not too far
The play is not too near

               Appear.

Might hibernate a decade
A decade, maybe more

If I sleep on the bed
Will you sleep on the floor?

The Raven says just one word
Only Nevermore

Will you still love me?
Will you still love me?

When I'm 64.

lonely cool before dawn
       in my solitude
              quiet

The fragments all are broken
Someone must collect them

Silences unspoken
Who can resurrect them?

I lay in bed and lonely
No one comes to help

I drink English breakfast tea
Eat miso soup with kelp

                 I yelp.

Waking up early
Birdsong
Light


Alright!

Wanhope tonight
American despair

I hope my children happy
Highwater Everywhere

Mortality is madness
Might be huntin' bear

I love being a father
Books and love to share

            Silent Prayer.

It may well be
No one will ever know
Beyond my words
Seattle cedar snow

Sleep feels good
As above, so below
Please hope today
Honesty to show

              so .........

lying in bed for hours awake, thinking
      little hope, much regret, sinking
                    isolation nation

Job is better than God
Amos 3:6 and 7
Yo soy solo Todd
Bert be home Blyleven

My life so very boring
I look older in the photo
Takahiro Tsuda
Mr. Yakamoto

Wonder fades to dailiness
Women they fade too
In my solitude
I think of me and you

                 6972

69 love songs
3 dog night

Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Vegetarian delight

Now I'm on my own
She is not in sight

No grand plan
But I don't go down without a fight

                    Gezundheit!

Chicago style pizza
Game time with my sons

Swimming out to meet ya
Though I'm the drowning one

All our consciousness
And yet, like ants, we die

Even though we can't
Still we have to try

To dream the Impossible Dream
And find a way to fly

Even if, like me,
You tend toward quiet and shy

                     Cambrian Cai!

repeatedly ill, but not (yet) Dead
    looks to the sky for truths unsaid
          Chinese hermits to Red Pine led

                              Exoplanets!

Painful, lonely, maybe meaningless
Join the club

3 coins in the fountain
Rub a dub dub dub dub

Will I get back to Rome?
Will I see again Seattle?

Will Susan live forever?
Will I fight a cosmic battle?

Am I just ridiculous?
Is there poetry in my prattle?

The poet, the lover, and the madman
Good things come in 3s
Hamnet, Judith, Susanna
Please, baby, please

My adult life: one long disease

            Childhood: Ease.

                      Trees!

My birthday boy today
Frabjous joy caloh! callay!
                   7

The Americans are ****** on guns
On race, on freedom in their fear
I sleep late and lonely
Cordelia, not King Lear

My little town is boring
But I hold it dear

                 Aliens appear?

Grateful for the dawn
Grateful for the day

Green and brown the clearing
Basketball to play

Mark Rothko chapel
Houston, USA

Taiwan wins badmitton
Rock on hey hey hey!

I lay in bed and lonely
Contemplate my fate
Quiet rest is best
Candidates debate

Spanish California
San Francisco yo
Ah! the academics
Have you seen Chicago?

Today no real religion
Tomorrow I don't know
Yesterday Taipei
Kamakura snow

                  Oh!

No one important
      transience
      endurance

7:07
Going postal today
Carolina blue

7:08
I still say Xie Xie
I send one out to you

7:09
Feeling just fine
I will play basketball

7:10
Envelopes again
The Silence is the Call

I know that life is meaningless
But I do not accept
He calls me all in tears
Please protect his heart

The calm will come again
Safely see him through
Books and friends at school
A life with treasured art

          some time apart

Woke up this mornin' early
Dreamin' of Jimmy Joyce

Aretha Franklin on Facebook
Power in her voice!

Sometimes we are led
Do we have a choice?

The Beloved Community
California's Josiah Royce

Santa Rosa y Sacramento
     We quietly rejoice.

There ain't no **** in Heaven
In fact, there's nothin' at all
My car is at 7 11
River Eden, Wetheral

My car is at 7 11
Ready to race all y'all
Somebody better call Kevin
Time for basketball

          All Walls Fall

the yearning
  emptiness
      sorrow

reading in quiet
       silent pleading - I try it
                Wall needing - don’t buy it ...

              attack with St. Patrick.

It's 7:17
Another lonely day
Desperation station
I barely make a dent

If I get the car
Charlotte, maybe Staunton
Eventually Seattle
Then to planes and trains

No real home
Perpetual the motion
Snowfall shunyata
The River in Louisville

3737
Will I be remembered?
Her hair is wavy black
Her eyes are China blue

   Dragonrider, Laotzu

It's 7:17
Palindromic time

Do i die between
2 silences that rhyme?

            I'm ...

7:17 a.m.
My thoughts fill me with fear

I can terrorrize myself
When no one else is near

Am I a good person or not?
The answer isn't clear

My motivations ambiguous
But thank God! I still see deer.

My desperation
       Clinging
             72

I hope I live to 72
Do the best that I can do

I'll need courage, and friends
                       who
Show the way that's twilight blue

                   Now the New

72 again today
Hidin' on those backstreets
Jersey Mike's. Si. Xie xie.
In everyone I meet

Gratitude for fatherhood
A little tuna sub
I drift, I drift toward death
Exoplanet club

                 hope!

Long hours lying in bed
     Cell phone blues
       Mystical Jews

Souped up 72
I wait on this Fall night
Are my fantasies delusions?
I think I may I might

Women are quite cruel
Neither Sein nor Zeit
Snowfall Shunyata
I gave her a little light

Rainy Night in Georgia
Scioto, Ohio
I'll never be Royal
Might be Overthrow

          Souls grow?

In 1972
I was only three years old

If anything can stay
It surely is not gold

Pony Boy, xie xie
Hardest hue to hold

King Lear is the play
Cordelia's truth untold

Cordelia: silent. noble. bold.

So I'm back to 72
See it on license plates
Probably apophenia
Maybe Kabbalah

Books, movies, records
But I still can't find Her
Die unfulfilled
Can't be satisfied

Sky windy fade
Blueglowyellowyearnblack
Arakkis like Iraq
The Sky! Pi! The Maid!

I would like to kiss her
Tell her. Show her.
Hold her.
Get Heavenly Aid.

                  Portrayed.

72 books in the Catholic Bible
The sacred scripture reaching

72 disciples of Confucius
Who could understand his teaching

I've been to France and Ireland
Went to Mass one Dublin day

I woke up early, very early
For the Confucian temple in Taipei

Irish bars play my music
I'm sure they'll play yours too

I sometimes talk to the statue
Of Confucius at GMU

(I silently thank him too)

Schizophrenics and shamans
More than Western docs

It's racial and resistance
And beats against the clocks

The Kabbalah has 72
I'm still seeking Susan

I wonder if I'm winning
'Cause it looks like I am losin'

                  Is she choosin'?

Souped up 72
Springsteen 72

Talkin' Chi Town.
I try. I Thai Wai. I wait for you.

What to do?

Souped up 72
I see the license plates
A little Chinese food
I sit at the Dragon Gate

Time to wok and roll
Basketball in DC
In Vienna lovely snow
In Dublin meant to be

                    Si.

Also got 72 in my life
Thank you, Bruce. Thank you, Robin.
License plates quite frequently
Maybe good things come from sobbin'

72 words in Exodus
72 names in the Kabbalah
72 hours to be with her
Carolina Inn? Aha?

Might be one for the ages
Or maybe the psychiatrists
Fools and kings and sages
The plot begins to twist

Jerusalem was brown
Tel Aviv was blue
The Joker is a Clown
Souped up 72

       Celtic Cross on Franklin Street
                  I'm Carolina Blue

                            Y Tu?

72 temples at Angkor Wat
72 disciples of what Confucius taught

72 names in the Kabbalah
I wish, I wish for the mystic ah!