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 Jan 2019 Matterhorn
yosemite
oils
 Jan 2019 Matterhorn
yosemite
my oils will bid these
pages age
and the leather will stain
and we’ll invade iran
and shoot the kids
and i won’t be able to
write in this much longer
because the oils will ruin
the pages and our earth
written in rustico journal 27 december 2018
 Jan 2019 Matterhorn
yosemite
what sad little fish
had lost faith in the ocean
and swam to the shore
written in rustico journal 4 january 2019


YOUR illumination of LOVE

Do you remember the moment?

How passionately you tricked me
And penetrated my soul
With that LOVE-CONNECT
To the deepest inner core
Piercing my darkness
With YOUR inner-SOUL light

You paid off all the past birth's debts
With that fated encounter of OURS

Your smiles, your smell, your eyes
You offered me a FREE ticket ride
To peep within your inner SOUL
And taste your eternal fluid

You flushed me through your eyes
Into your womb- your inner core and
Slayed me into pieces within you
Transforming my death into your LOVE

You seeped into the deepest pores of my cells
In those abyss dark depths,
That were ignited by your LOVE

The way I wallowed to seek BELOVEDz
You provided me with your exquisite beauty
Your LOVE's obsessive intensity
That radiated warm sun-shine everywhere

Oh BELOVEDz!
YOU are my flaming lantern
Among the falling stars

Before the dark clouds come
Finish what you began with
Tear off the veil of fear and
Sculpt our sweet fated encounter
With ETERNAL LOVE

My divine wounds are still raw
My scars are still bleeding LOVE
Hold me tight, and kiss me light
To soothe me with your gorgeous sight

You whispers are nature's bird songs
Your breathe smells delicious in kisses

How politely, how tenderly
How delicately, how peacefully
YOU awakened my kindled spirits of LOVE

How lucidly, how fluently, how fluidly
YOU accepted me within your being
To make me so crazy in YOUR LOVE

YOU made abode in my heart
You created a secret space within me
Where nobody but YOU know -
ONLY YOU DWELL


(Imagine the title centered)   Art in Pursuit of Man

        Reaction to a Temper Tantrum in a Fashionable Arts Magazine

Art cannot be but in pursuit of man
Whether or not man is in pursuit of art
For men are shifting shoals of shiftlessness
Artistic absolutes that calendar-clique

But art is not defined, not locked in time
Art does not yield her crown in obedience
To yet another Decree 349
To yet another Order of the Day

Art is herself; her names are Sapientia
And Sophia; she creates; she does not obey
Pretend this is centered: Is Taos Burning?

          “…inspired by the pinon nut native to the Southwest.”

                                 - label on a coffee packet

Inspired

Apparently real pinon is not to be had,
Not anymore; the coffee is lesser now
Its taste inspired by a chemistry lab
Although the packet looks the same

Inspired

Instead of coffee flavored with pinon
The bean is only – inspired – and what is that?
It pretends that a chemical is from
The mountain pines of far New Mexico

Inspired

I want to go away to old Taos today
Where they make the best coffee at Michael’s Café
A new calendar is a map of time
Showing you spaces in which you might live
And setting off the seasons and solemnities
The penances and feasts in order just

Beneath pictures of cafes’ in Water Street
Arctic-wind hiking trails in Ikkarumiklua
A pint of Quidi Vidi in The Gut
And Peter Pan’s statue in Bowring Park

Or maybe

Our Lady of Walsingham
Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe
Notre Dame de La Salette

Or some puppies and kittens

               And may you find your heart’s desires this year
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