Falling uniquely on the
Ocean
And sand

I try and understand
Life beats of commotion

The poet searches
Continuously
For beauty

While the rain
Creates artistic
Beats

Sometimes
Life needs an
Empty

Room
Like the bride
Needs

A groom
Like my friend's tomb
Needs life

Again

When I'm old and gray
Sitting on my dusty couch
Will I watch TV all day?
Will I be a grouch?

When I'm old and gray
Will I look out the window
To think of passing days
Life's singular-syllable?

I have no life
So I'll write
Poetry all night

Sun smothered too quick
So I lit a candlestick
To write poetry all night

Burrow in my soul
Coldest warmth I know    
To fumble with words to sow

Don't think about love    
Nor any angels above          
Just write poetry all night

Lonely Lenore was a princess
She blew out my light    
Took my wrist and insisted
To write my poetry all night

Snow
I need you to go
My soul is full of woe

Snow
I need some light
To warm my hands to write

The flowers in the field
One day my body will yield
Buried without any shields

The flowers in the field
The stems - we'll be friends
As I grow up into them

The flowers in the field
In the wind we'll sway and feel
As new fingers touch fresh reality

A transparent butterfly
Flitting
Here and there
Eavesdropping everywhere

For I Am
The boundless butterfly
And only I
Know why you are here

Life is like a fire
Struggling

Like rocks in a river
Resisting

Like trees in the wind
Opposing

Life is like a fire
To attend

To expire
To keep as a friend

My blank verse
Rides like a black horse

Away from sinful curse
To the operatic universe

I talk about my struggles with her Sister
While she bounces lemonade in a jug The old fashion-way
And serves me some in a champagne Glass
She hangs her clothes on department Store racks
With Picasso leaning on a wall
She doesn't have a phone
And neither does her boyfriend  
They never met on one
But she uses one to call me on a Friday Night when I'm
Alone

We drive downtown to Wazee's with Two punk rockers
They order a pitcher of beer
And tell us they'll be back in a few - A few is a long concept to them

We pay the tab
And walk up 15th street to Colfax to Grant
Where she decides to see her boyfriend
She says she'll buy a ball so we can Shoot some hoop
Jazz on Jeanie, Jazz on!

Concentric dancer on
Rolling stage
Great surfer of solidified
Waves

Spins like a hula hoop
With his rollout group
Then pivots on a concrete
Mountain

Observe Cygnus on a beam
Statue of perfection -
Momentarily
Jumps off the trampoline

Where he does 'The Walk'
A flip
Snake surfs on the waves

King city ballet finale!

I
Like a blind man
Follows
NYC's winter lands

II
Like a fallen tree
So soft
And hollow

III
Like an arrow
Shot through the last
Sparrow

IV
Like a shadow
Hung from a tenement
Window

HE sent me
A wheelchair to my bus
Not a lot to discuss

When I asked him,
"Where do you want to go?"
He replied: "I don't know."

Still I cared
For Pirate Eye
Wheelchair guy

Should I keep a favorite
Color and number
In my last frosty November
Of course I will remember

All places
And all their faces

She is a bouncy dandelion

Dancer of wind

                             Fire

Eternity

Skin like
Ivory
And eyes of
Tea

Plucker of
Strawberries
                      violets
And daisies

Day-star child
                        ( I can see)

World flowers

Peaceful painter of
Simple complexities

And eyes

                little stories

Cats purr around my bed
Like mini motorcycles
One
Hardly a Davidson
Comes up to me
Bohemian Rex Charlie

I do not know
Who will be next to sleep in
My room
But I do know
Who will sleep in
My tomb

First rain
      fall
ing
                          
through a
h O l e
in a barn

I
Like a blind man
Follows
NYC's winter lands

II
Like a fallen tree
So soft
And hollow

III
Like an arrow
Shot through the last
Sparrow

IV
Like a shadow
Hung from a tenement
Window

I see a wave

In an ocean
In a person

I see a wave

In a leaf like a wrist
Twists a goodbye

How a sad day
Curls like a wave

I drive
And compose with inward
Eye:
How the sky
Through my windshield
Along with Earth's garment
Trees, air, grass, and field
Seems still, fair
And meant to be

Silent sun and soulful air
While the bus creaks
We sit under its dome
A traveling temporary home
We climb a steep hill
Descend on valley splendor
Until I stop and a passenger
Enters - and doesn't pay the fare

I

Alaska mist
Like a princess
Covers my loneliness

II

Alaska mist
Kindly insists -
You are living through me

so natural and able
to trickle down and around
an apple

Sleep the rock
Had Pete the Peacock
On his back
He didn't know about that

But it's a fact