I go
on my knees for
your legs, chocolate girl,
such smooth tapered beauties prancing!
....Mercy!

when they have become
all but non-existent
flaky leather fastly flaking
into ungraspable dust

one day you might
notice on a path or
piece of land how an
errant playful wind
is whirling some dust
round and round
now imagine a jovial tune
hands clapping in accompaniment
as your feet cut a step to
the whirling whirling whirling
of the lonely dust dancing

O dancing dust!
O dancing shoes
In whirling dust incarnate!

ICE
freezes
lives
upside
down

tribulation in mind
heart in glove
the wayward depot sways like an old Cinerama
she whispers something in his ear
a rushing train destroys his equilibrium
he can't hear a thing
he thinks she said love
he can't be sure
that word he so often mishears it seems in the brokerage of his desires
the truth climbs invisibly
like the ascending jet he hears above
he has to nod
she too
they part
first step a ladle of tears drops
the porter reaches out his hand, helps him up
the metronome of his wave at her through a nearby window
has failed to reach its object
he can't see her anywhere
as the hungry speed of the train gains
obliterating even the passing landscape's familiar slate

countless darnings of minds'
explanations
on that spermy night of drab renown

pernod of licorice spilling
over her thighs of chance
our unsettled merriment never knowing where to land

our silly ripostes
demanding a touch
a look

not the whirr
of sparrows across our barren heaven
or the finality of a sibling's dry kiss

on back of my hand
a ladybug takes the stage
and models spring brights

His life was all about keeping the beat
Tickling the ivories slowly sweet or fleet
Slightly falsetto husky voice caressing each word
Eyes giving that sidelong peep
He drew big crowds
Common people and the elite
And when some Dolly landed in his lap
No music was ever so complete

an ice cube wearing a tiny paper life jacket
is left in a saucer on an open windowsill
of a Palm Springs mansion
by a child's dark hands

Hiccups is gastric CUBISM.

The rim of the earth glows crimson in the
gathering dusk as
an unseasonably warm breeze churns the air
Soon all the earth's places will be in
dark ruling covenant
Like us, my dear love,
our blood aflame,
our lips and hands extinguishing each bright spot
of burning desire

December 22, 1992

"After all is said and done, the Internet is nothing more than a child's picture book."

Going back to the horse and buggy days would be a giant step towards treating climate change as well as a cleansing of people's souls through deeper interaction with animals.

each one of us is
a masterpiece in life's flow
of closing circles

Paved roads are black coffins sealing the American Indian oneness with nature.

Chemical spill
Into Animas river
Involuntary terrorism
Affecting millions

The two most important questions to ask of anyone are: Are you hungry? Are you cold?

commenting on existence: "I'm not overjoyed.
I'd have to be a guru for that."

A plumber pointing a flashlight, dragging his legs and feet underneath a sink while huffing and puffing,  is not a choo-choo train.

huge black hulk of sunken sagging bedding
his armchair has seen its better days
his mousy derelictions from society's dictums
have born a wastrel with feet of clay
a bookworm hiding from the birds of prey
a lover unloved except for that long ago kiss on a Paris quay

cigarette burns and sudden coffee spills
scarce paper and broken quills
tribunal assaults on ambition's embattled frays
he holds fast to this chair
through many a  disorienting maze
holds fast to this comfort flop of better days

canaries mourn the demise of his old dog lassie
while johns down the street rejoice over their ******' chassis
and the ice cream man takes a breather on the Santa Monica sands
listening to the far away poet
wrap up his film in the can
for video night at the local poetry slam

milk wood meetings in slumberous afternoons
enforce the guilt of absent attractions
though grateful bon ami erases
evidence of the satisfaction
then often leans back in his chair
falling asleep on a half remembered line of Poe or John Clare

awakening wishing once for a computer
though he thinks them a crime
a luddite at heart
neighbors revile him for being an old ****
yet sometimes he sinks deeper into his chair
imagining taking the big step if he dare

burp me mrs sweeny pleads
to her lover who raps her on the back
2 or 3 times and a fourth for FOOD luck
as on the bachelor's chair they commence to ****
though after stepping into the morning's widowed wind
all seems bleak and commonly thin

but both he and she kept the loss of a sedentary promise fearfully within

To draw a comical square, simply refrain from closing one side, leaving the line open at a wide angle. Caption your drawing with the words "The Square as Comedian."

Try to remember when last you pulled on a wishbone.
Might not be easy.

Metaphysically speaking, computers are straitjackets of the soul.

As he grew older, he was
Nearly adept as a physician
At healing the feet of beautiful women,
Bathing the rough skin where they had walked.
Though curious witnesses seeing his always dazed eyes
And the lump in his robe always a-rise
How they talked and talked!

Nixon was spotted riding his bicycle
through sunny San Clemente, California
rehearsing his acceptance speech
for the 2016 presidential election.
Checkers had her paws clamped around
Nixon's neck, holding on for dear life.

Former Presidential Candidate   Adlai E. Stevenson II (Democrat--circa 1950s) was spotted reincarnated as a young trappist  Buddhist monk in a monastery in Saint Croix, U.S. ****** Islands. In the early evening hours he can be seen enjoying himself swinging in a hammock in the monastery's garden while making 12-mile inhalations on a marijuana cigarette and meditating on the possible dire encumbrances due the 2016 election year, though the balmy tinctured breezes thick with naughty **** often dissipate such fustian concentrations.

How not to be an aesthete:  Don't care if your sliced bread has holes in it or not.

So vain is she at ninety-nine
every time she looks in the mirror she calls herself "fine."
Tonight she awaits her Valentine,
a suave gent of only eighty-nine
whom she knows will jiggle her huge implants into youthful prime.
He loves those ***** so firm and big
and her every new color of ***** wig.

Awesome animal
Magician with your amazing sleight of neck tricks
Coat of tawny spots a perfect artist painted
Your wondrous balletic grace lends mystery and eyeful daze
as we look up to you with inexpressible sorrow
aware that one day you might vanish from our smitten sight

the birds of last year
are here again singing clear
i sneeze - spring fever

sleeplessness
jigs
kisses

A NEW WALTZ FROM AUSTRIA

annihilations
annihilations
annihilations

Paris, Paris, Paris, GIANT SURVIVOR!!!!

eyes closed
half asleep
i hear a bird's flight
etching notes of color
across my mind

bright twill--SHOCKING PINK

earnest soaring cry--DEEP YELLOW

fast stroke upward--CRIMSON BLUE

soft tremolo--ZIG ZAG LINES FAST DISAPPEARING


bird has vanished

i awaken

       clutching a Chagallian rainbow

dreaded winds clomped along the forbidden tunnel
as blackbirds scurried back into their pies
and tony gates kept opening and closing at the far end
softly, like the ******'s breath of sighs
down her first time to
greet the punctured enclosure
bleeding crimson robes
against all restitution

I grabbed her fawning hands to mine
And we danced on the dish of the moon
Serenaded by a loon's rollicking tune
That could not keep up with
Our loud passion cries
Echoing hill to hill
Back and forth In and out
Crescendoing into ecstatic shouts

Easing us finally to love's little death
Nearly out of breath
As we watched the jokey sun rising in the west
And how our tired kisses
Were flying off our lips
Into the clownish banditry of the wind's harsh riffs

You're intense as Einstein
as you brush that brush to
make some fanciful line
You're one of my ancestors
and I am proud of your kind
The designs you find
come directly from your mind
Designs garishly entwined
Shapes pleasingly sublime
You daub and lob
-a ******* intact-
While we observe with awe
your very talented knack

We have all needed
in our lives
a rubber duck
of bathetic deliverance.

If you've got a cold you can't taste it
But you can WEAR it in your mouth
You'll love how it fits and feels , makes you want
To parade it against cheeks and jowls and
Anticipate the imminent, soothing avalanche

Is anything quite as peaceful in city life?
All that world of water and quick glimmers of fish.
Or gleefully finding pollywogs wiggling through the shallow waters along the concrete shore.
And if you listen carefully you can almost hear the sun singing.
Unpack your suitcase of dreams.
There's no one here to bother you. Time stands still
like the water lilies and the rose bushes serenely undisturbed...
while in the middle of the pond might be a statue of a cherubic angel
smiling down its happy blessings.

A raindrop falls on
a sleeping bug who's jostled
quite flamboyantly.

Cleaning ladies in California never swear , they just say Hoover Dam!

You sat fragile and hunched
at a corner table
where the light did not shine.
I watched tears rage in your eyes.
I went to your table and
put 50 francs in your hand.
You led me up the winding staircase.
In our little room
you disrobed in wine air.
I clasped my arms about you,
whispering "Je t'aime, Je t'aime, Je t'aime..."

soprano winds leveling hungry gardens
evening violins laid to rest with strange pats
loud dragnets like a pouring rain in blinding twilights
children stoic under their parents' quixotic calmings
lampshades of suspicious parchment fostering incredulous laughs
evidence soon mounting against disbelief
ledgers bearing only numbers kept in wide official pockets
clouds evoking train cars passing high above beget whispers
of what can't be
IS

Germany 1938

Miss Hope loves to stand on her head
Even though it flushes her face so red
A dog lover who couldn't be merrier
She lives only for her toy terrier
And on her head greets this tiny purebred

such fast moving clouds
as if fleeing my craven
need to poke a stop