Class do not rhyme
The following:

Fire with desire
Walk with talk
Dog with God

Wild with child
Ground with sound
Pool with cool

And never
Ever -

Poet
With I know it

The storm

When born

Does not know he’s a storm

For there is no definition formed

A man in a tombstone
On a phone

Waiting passed the dial tone

Hue
This morning I felt
You

You're still in my eye
How you changed
From twilight to morning

Subtly       imperceptibly

You       bring

In me

After we rose from the hearses

We rode white horses

And wrote forgiving verses

The sun, snow, and rain
Will not remain
On your grave

Through the seasons
We’ll conquer demons
Together I trust -

With our strong dust

We had our party
Yesterday
A water bowl
Pop and ice
Floating duck butts
How nice

We shipped two-thousand
Plastic posteriors
Within a year
A pair cost only $5.99
They're cheaper than a
Canine

And they look cute
So don't shoot

Duck butts!

My invisible lady
Called suffering
Comes to me in the mist

Dressed in bright
White
She blinds dark night

She holds a cold rose
Called loneliness
Resting above is snow

The seasons crumbled leaf
And faded sun glow
Fold into a tarnished yellow
The nested bird sings
His woven chest born song
But not for long
As the darkening sky subsides
Along with leaf and sun
The paling yellow grief

One wave
From many
Curls like a snail
Like a memory

Upon

A green leaf

Rainwater

Beside a woman's hand

Early October
Won't remember
Your interment

Above your grave
I say
Hello

To you
Lou
I love you

I tried
To say Goodbye
But there's tears in my eyes

The storm
Without boundary’s frame
Does not know its name

Nature has no shame

The tree
Stretching arms with leaves
Like hands dipped in the breeze

Nature has no shame

Like life - ocean and rain
Cannot be contained
Hear His never ending refrain

Love has no shame

last summer
rain bowed
slumber rainbow

He lived below this white cliff
In a cave by the ocean’s shore
To no particular society
He recited
Long ago poets of old
Such as Blake, Tennyson, and Poe
But the grey ocean’s natural roar
Like tomorrows and ages before
Rolled over his words
And left him, my ancestor, submerged.

When mi Dios
Opens
La puertita
De mi alma
(Of my soul)

Mi personalidad
Like
A tiny magnifico bird

Flies high

What a shame
Pope Damasus
Didn't ask us

Prayers for our masses
To change how we speak
To Latin from our Greek

Bury me in my favorite suit
With hat and boots
Have my hair parted neat
To walk heavens streets

Bury me in my favorite shirt
Nineteen-sixties polyester
With prints of Sylvester
And Tweety Bird

Bury me in my pet pajamas
To see the Dali Llama
With Jesus
Captain of the Cruises

I

Alaska mist
Like a princess
Covers my loneliness

II

Alaska mist
Kindly insists -
You are living through me

as to a man
i have not his hand size

as to a girl
i have no curly curls

as to tough toys
i enjoy

for i am a _ _ _

Don’t become a tree
Knot

But rather be a cosmo-
Naut

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

How am I to live
To find God?
On this half-finished

Bridge with fog
And my mind falling
Like a state of a dog

All he had
At the old-fashioned rehab
Was a T-shirt and three
CD's

Along with me

As we met for dinner
Our fallacy at the center
Was the undistributed Middle

Dewdrops
Silent
Soft plops on rocks
While my heart tick tocks

Dewdrops
Slip off
Treetops
And tulips

And disappear
Like thoughts
Into Silent
Soft Seer

The day

An idyllic grey
Seeped like waves into my cave
While I fought
For life
Between sunshine and shade

Snowbird
Without words
Poetry unfurled

By wings
Flitting
From tree to tree

I observe
Snowbird
Without words

Sometimes
Life needs an
Empty

Room
Like the bride
Needs

A groom
Like my friend's tomb
Needs life

Again

The fly
And I
Will die
Only humans
Wonder why

Consciousness
The screen door universe
I filter through
But will the fly
And I

Converse?

Flower
What are you to me?
Under a shadow
From a tree

Life without thought
Yet alive
Still swaying on the hill
After I die?

Rooted in the earth
More than I
Soaking in raindrops
From the sky

Yet one day
I will return to the dirt
May I lie
By your evening skirt?

Where do we go
If we have a soul
Does it shrink into shadow?

Where goes
The bliss of minimalist life
A dry kiss into shadow?

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

Maria
Bought an automobea
From a woman called Cheila
Who did the cha cha cha

Maria
Drove the automobea
With a ballerina
And a pet armadilla

When she was stopped by Divino
The born again wino
Who was from a rodeo
Rode a motorcyclo

Where they met cleopatra
Not on the Nile
But on a *****-o-lina
A cook with a spatula

I walked through
The hue and the mist
In great forest

Saw auras of purple
Coming from the people
As I walked through the circle

Felt the freshness
From hue and mist
Where we tri-existed

So there we were
All around the campfire
All with crew cuts
Reminiscing the days of -

Long hair

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!

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

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

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

All places
And all their faces

A line is fine
For it keeps order
I changed my mind
When it created borders

A transparent butterfly
Flitting
Here and there
Eavesdropping everywhere

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

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