so natural and able
to trickle down and around
an apple

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!

The autumnal equinox
Clock
Plays a slower music box

The browns, reds, golds
Bends, crumbles and folds
On nature's debris road

While a frosty moon
Fills up a child's room
Like a huge balloon

Here I sit

Alone

One waitress

Crying to a Queen song

She serves me coffee

I drink then leave

And on my napkin a coffee stain

What is me?

Her eyelashes
Slightly splashes
The water fresh

Her eyebrows
Sinks below
The water fresh

Her **** flesh
Dives into
The water fresh

Faces upon faces
Going through me
Will there be linking traces
To see

A necklace of experiences?

Leaf and mist
Like life
Pressed
Between book pages

Like a candle lit
And human wit
Both move and sit
Like leaf and mist

The mist
Presses
On my chest
Like omnipotence
While I'm a blank thesis
With a flimsy existence

I watched

As a leaf

Flew skyward

Instead of downward

Blurring the edges of the forest

A visual rest

A flight

More serious than Icarus

Like a baby rocking in a cradle

But bound sky high

With breezy silent lullabye

A flight of a leaf

Enlightened a brief belief

A poet's peace

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

Snow
I need some light
To warm my hands to write

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

Buttercup
Oh buttercup
You turned up
When I turned around

In a beautiful
Buttercup dream
Light was light
And forest serene

A beautiful buttercup
Sheen
I turned around
They were inside the green!

Icicle
A cycle
From drops to solid to drops

Life sometimes I do not
Like your diabolical
Nature

But I'll ease into a chair
To study this classical
Life - Icicle

Solitary mist
There you sit
Above me like a cist

You desire
To take me
Away from life's fire

I resist
You persist

I let go
You let the snow

Roll in
I'm gone

So is my sin
And song

It is my belief
We are like a leaf
Floating up on the air
Settling down anywhere
Crumbling then disappear

I walked
Footsteps in the snow
Until the spring did show

Footsteps, footsteps, footsteps

I walked
Footsteps in the sand
Until the sea took over

Footsteps, footsteps, footsteps

The wind in the forest
Like an artist
Plucks a leaf from a tree
Like a classical guitarist

The penultimate is

Despair

The ultimate we don’t know

For we’re not there

Maybe you can see grace
In this misty place
Around the bridge
Or up on a mountain ridge

Maybe in a glistening river
Filled with gold and silver
Within the flowing rain
Or mankind's chains?

Can we find her in darkness
Or only the light?
When life is a mixture
Like grace - a passing gesture?

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

An eye
Follows
The water to a rose

Below
A waterfall

Until it's frozen

The last leaves
Will rest with me
Make a December bed

The last leaves
Will feed me
With moisture beads

The last leaves
Will bless me
Wings to eternity

My blank verse
Rides like a black horse

Away from sinful curse
To the operatic universe

Silence
Move the moon
Awake the sunlight
From the slithering night

Speak!
Silence
Speak!

From the distant deep
Forests
From the unheard mountain
Streams

From the lonely
Tombstones
From the receding midnight
Streets

Speak!
Silence
Speak!

The leaves will never know
Me
As I blow in the wind
With them and
The cold coffin snow

The leaves will never know
Our sorrow
Not yesterday or
Tomorrow's
We cast our lives in
Deserted deserts

To the rain

Washing away

Pain

Listen

To the rain

Magically

Gradually

A slow tempo tune

Listen

The drops

Could fill spoons

For a near

New

Year

Our life was not scientific
Not out of some Petri dish

Rather our life's genesis
Was boiling and bubbling

In earth's dark crevices
Overflowing illogicalness

Where sky and roads
Meet
Everything is cold
White

And the huskies hearts
Beat
Ready to conquer
The epidemic

For the challenge
To bring the serum
Home
To Nome, Alaska

There's the long sled
And musher
With tempered whip
Ready

Where doctor
And nurses wait
Patiently -
There cannot be delays

The Huskies hearts
Beat
As in a race
Running briskly

They sense a mission
To erase
Deadly diphtheria
Disease

Rain -

Cold heavy concrete
Seeps in my dreams
And grainy reality

/\
   /\

Then I walk outside
Publicly tie
Squishy shoes that sigh

Finality
Is a reality
Will there be you and me
With our personalities?

Finality
A wall we cannot see
Some hold the rosary
Others crawl in disbelief

My guitar
Is my deepest heart angel
Her body pressed against
Me makes me faithful

At times the dusty pegs
Beg to be turned
To tune the strings
To play for celestial Queen

To play classical
Or electric
My guitar can play basic
Or eclectic

A chord may hoard
The space of sound
Where a single note
May float on the breeze

My guitar
Is my deepest heart angel
A desire to reach a star
Like a gull through fire

A leaf with lines
Like lettuce
Like rivulets
Like a staff of music
Like tracks of a train
Like joining stars under the rain
Like science or literature
Like the human lineage

Lines for order
The beginning was water

On

A leaf with lines

Awake from the ground
Tell me something profound

Speak to me proud
The wisdom behind a cloud

Not in worldly words
But like the ocean in cadences

Forbidden to go East.
But I have gone.

Forbidden to go on the Great river.
But I am there.

Open your hearts you spirits to my song.
As I go to the place of the gods.

I have painted my body for death. And my heart is big as I go to the place of the gods.

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?

There you are a dove
Risen to heavens eternal
Stardom of Love

A father with the Father
Eternal, complete
Walking with new feet

Your worst day made
Perfect
In heaven's eternal convent

We were at rest
I and the poetess

Under a tree
Called "Poetry"

Spiraling branches upwards
Evolving with new words

Hue
When I looked through you
I saw purple
From the people

And I felt your breeze
Through the trees
Felt your mist
Coexist with me

As I returned to the sea
Free

A man went crazy
Trying to rhyme
His poetry
To laps of the sea

Hi, haiku how are
You? How do you survive on
Just five, seven, five?

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

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

You see

Writing poetry

Is

My

World-processor

There was a wham
Who bolt a dam
With a ram

He rode a scorse
Of course
All cowhams do

The sky was ranger blu
So tru
Witty bits of wind

You understand me
As I change the spelling
So why write right?

Words
Like birds
Flitting from tree to
Tree
Creating their own
Poetry

Old man Lux Brumalis -
“Light of winter”
With long shadow branches
On cold blank white patches

Old man Lux Brumalis -
Has put a blanket over Harvest
As he intermingles and rests
Through the springtime apricus