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

After we rose from the hearses

We rode white horses

And wrote forgiving verses

I

Alaska mist
Like a princess
Covers my loneliness

II

Alaska mist
Kindly insists -
You are living through me

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

An eye
Follows
The water to a rose

Below
A waterfall

Until it's frozen

Beauty
Walked With Me
Held my hand
For I was lonely

Without want
Beauty
Rested in my contemplation
Reaching within me

Beauty
Deeply
She touched me
She knew life's tragedy

My cheek she kissed
And disappeared in the mist
For Beauty knew
She could not stay with me

My blank verse
Rides like a black horse

Away from sinful curse
To the operatic universe

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

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

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

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!

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.

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?

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

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

Long hair

Indeed
We shall agree

A dark cow
Under a dark cloud

Is moo-dy

Dee let the dew
Be
Me
And     You

Until
We
Free   Fall
From the tallest tree

Changing into other
Water
Beads
Nourishing our progeny

Desert Winds
Like invisible streams
Flowing from the beginning
I stand with you in solitude

Tumbleweeds
Tangled and whole
Roll
Like fallen prayer beads

Great vast White Sands
Under southwestern
Azure skies
Where now I lie

Buried in sand around
Rumbling sounds
And thunderclouds  
Until I'm released by desert winds

I stand in solitude
With Desert Winds
Flowing like invisible streams
From an unknown beginning

Tumbleweeds
Tangled and whole
Roll like unfastened
Prayer beads

Great and vast White Sands
Under New Mexican
Azure skies
Where now I lie

Buried in sand around
Rumbling skies
And thunderclouds  
Until I'm uncovered from

The Desert Winds

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

Sunday night
Alamo city
I walk along ancient
Architecture of passion and fiesta

White fire
Feather light crescent
Below moons eye patch

Can I share my peace with Anyone?

Aztecan totem poles
Mexican heroes
Sacred hearts still beat to
Creations drums

Hypnotized to a mosaic pond
Living things in the water
One side struggles
The other is calm

Unity with division
Humanities reflection
I see myself

Can I share my peace with Anyone

I hold my friends hand
A guitar case handle
Pull her out and begin to
Play

Music and city circulate like
One blood
While I sit still

Like a patient swimmer
The city
Breathes one note at a time
Rises to breathe again

I return to my room
The city has its music

Can I share my peace with Anyone?

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!

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

Sometimes
Life needs an
Empty

Room
Like the bride
Needs

A groom
Like my friend's tomb
Needs life

Again

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

A man in a tombstone
On a phone

Waiting passed the dial tone

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

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

All places
And all their faces

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

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

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

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?

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

will we stay fossils in our
graves
or continue as Apostles in the Acts to be saved?

the first faith is the
clearest
sometimes we see better afar than nearest

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?

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Guiding you out of the
Rain

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Guiding you away from the
Insane

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Moses guiding you with
Staff and flame

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?

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

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

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

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

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

Hue came to me
From the sea
Said, Come to the Land
So I gave him my hand

Hue looked at me
Said, You don't understand.
There are no body's here,
He looked up, only a sphere

A transparent butterfly
Flitting
Here and there
Eavesdropping everywhere

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

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 _ _ _

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