I like Rick Steves
European travelin' man
I've been to Paris
And I've been to Japan

American red states:
Dumbfuckistan.
Ozymandias
All that shifting sand ...

I like Rick Steves
European travelin' man
I've been to Paris
And I've been to Japan

American red states:
Dumbfuckistan.
Ozymandias
All that sifting sand ...

Baseball is what we were.

Football is what we have become.

T.S. Eliot was afraid of cows.

Dylan as a sign of birth
   Finding Greeley freely
      Johnny Cash on his t-shirt
          Is revelation really?

Europa Report
       Unknown import
                 horror shown ...


             Discovery Zone

I think they think I'm ******
And they may well be right

Poems in the mail
Screams in the Night

Can't escape biology
Though I dream of mystic flight

My children dear to fight the fear
They are my deep delight

Loneliness, anxiety
This death obsession might

**** me one day after all
But not without a fight.

Another anxiety dream
I can't teach my class
Meditation hall
Lovely wood and glass

Please, Life, protect my son
Grant him stable peace
A friend in South Korea
A table at the feast

                   Slowly

I have anxiety dreams
Wake up running scared
Tired. Exoplanets!
Gatsby's green light

Shamans in the mountains
Wonder how they fared?
Korean food for dinner
Courage in the night

                 Well, alright!

All these anxiety dreams
I wake up running scared
Archbishop Oscar Romero
He is one who dared

La Florida has the sun
Rain in the afternoon
Maybe Dune tonight
In our kitchen Flaming June

Chicken enchiladas
Tacos y burritos
Postcards in the mail
To the University of Toledo

I'll die and be forgotten
I hope my children will remember
Kiss her twice for me
In the bleak December

                         Ole!

Although I am religious
I still face death with terror

My religion is my questing
But is my religious quest an error?

I pray, I read, I meditate
Been to temples, mosques, and churches

Learned from many people
Still I’m always one who searches

It’s mystery I love
And beauty like her face

I’d go the whole wide world to find her
Share my secrets at her place

I fear annihilation
No more to see my sons

But when I’m dead and gone
Still She’ll be the One.

According to Soren Kierkegaard

Kierkegaard also said.

From out of nowhere
Anxious dread

The fear, The fear
For when I'm dead

Insanity
The Church gone red

Her hair is brown
Thank God she said:

        Vulnerable.

Both my grandma and Prince
Truly loved purple

I pray to them
For slow wisdom turtle

Please for humility
Loyalty to my friends

Courage to do my best
Courage all the way to the end!

                  And then ...

A little early to pick him up
Any old kinda day
Milk tea for lunch
Gracias xie xie

Just drive my car
Can't find words to pray
So much solitary
Silent is the way

troubled story, morning glory
  baseball, breakfast, books
              ordinariness

...a few small gifts for my children..   
         blasting Bon Jovi in route
conversation with the man from Morocco
      a poem or two, sky grey not blue
                        wifestrife
                        d­aily life

Buddha wandering
Silent forest

Rodin pondering
Mind is porous

Bangkok, Thailand
Monsoon rain

I've been to France
But not yet Spain

Westley's right:
Life is pain.

Of course it is hopeless
You fight anyway

America is an Abyss
But still I pray

Some good thing
In a kindly way

And some sweet sing
When the band does play

B.B. King and Marvin Gaye.

If English was good enough for Jesus Christ
Then it's good enough for us.

said a 1920s Texas governor
opposed to teaching foreign languages in schools.

No philosopher ever influenced even the political opinions of people living on his own street.

Yes, Emily, I'm nobody too
Please see me through

Yes, Emily, I'm nobody too
Please help me to be true

And do the difficult thing
I know I must do.

                     Amen.

At least four popes have been assassinated.

Isn't life horrible, thank God?

A Child's Anthology of Poetry
We study one poem a day
Sometimes so silent
Don't even pay to pray

Angkor Wat was puzzling
Shiva sometimes say
I like the Asian rains
Live to dance another day

Lake Linganore
Also Avatar
Don't follow leaders
Follow that wandering star!

         No matter how hopeless
              No matter how far

phone, folly, isolation
      midnight contemplation
                   silence is sensation ...


       leaving only lonely respiration.

nothing to do, nowhere to go
a little music, soon soft snow
alone, time’s zone - who really knows?

                 my little room

Jai Shiva Shambhu
I too call to You
Please help me to be true

David Markson
Old. Sick. Alone. Broke. Tired.
In New York City
Noting Bhartrari's bemoaning
Of the poverty of poets in Sanskrit

In Charlotte
My neighbors invite me
To celebrate Holi with them
Purple. Green.
Queen city? Ameen.

The Madame Curie School
The Indian professor at GMU tells me
These are not ordinary students.
Indeed.

I am an obsessive.
Women, words, White Nights
I discover Mr. Markson's works.
Tragic magic soars:

Mine eyes hath seen the glory
Of Rabindranath Tagore. :)

Nothing in this world is perfect.
Except for Mozart.

This world is not an Inn to be born in
But a hospital to die in

a few inexplicable mysteries
in this, my so-called life

illusions are our histories
the confusion comes from the strife

names - I find! - are curious things
in anxious times and of the essence

we indeed such stuff as dreams are made
and also dust’s quintessence

I notice 37
   never been to heaven
             Bert “be home” Blyleven ...

                     Strike!

The Cardinal fears drift
Me too, your Eminence
Floating, flying, falling
Fascists form

Lightning strikes over the Atlantic
Her voice
Her father
Sunny, young, warm

Tigers hunt from behind
Stalking
3 dear deer on my drive
Storms!

Lao Tzu flies off on a Dragon
Gonna leave some books
He learned from heroes and crooks
Secrets swarm

                   Chicago!

If we regard the Fish as a Divine Life symbol of immemorial antiquity, we shall not go very far astray

I'd like to sleep in a library
Wake up reading books

A woman can still be mean
No matter how good she looks

My oldest son likes dragons
He's also one who cooks

The Shire holds the Baggins
It also holds the Tooks

Three cheers for Mr. Frodo!
And three boos for David Brooks.

Which Mrs. Dewey
My Senior AP English teacher
Showed us in class

Satellite Beach, Florida.
1987.