tears in my eyes
and stormy clouds
thunders seek
to make me rain down on you

closing in are
the sounds
of humidity
the magnitude
of falling
pressures

now these  
once fluffy
things turned dark and
violet
angry

I reposed
back on red earth
quandering
my head to the west
my feet ready to run
under the nearest tree

pull her limbs to me
hide
in plain sight
yet  
accepting my course

seeing seeking some
kind of
roaring clasp
maybe I am
ashamed

or feel my sins are
unforgivable

those two more times
the need grabbed me more
than my resistance
could handle

I bowed down
to the God of
least resistance perpetual
hopes

convinced myself
this time
it's gonna be so much better
every

thing I ever
dreamed of
sat at the end
thinking

**** what a *******!

been
just here recent
a slow ebb
like a shell
on the beach waiting
for a passerby
to pick me up
put me to her ear

I'm nakedly
exposed
bare
calling out echoed
sand in my
coils

don't know how
many more
highs
I can be here
through

at times I lust at Bukowski's rambling,
others, I see him as a drunk got lucky
Stammering
lost his feelings of poorness
and suffering when he made it big.
I promise to always be
a fine cultured nice laughing
drunk poet whatever what.
Never to put down poetry readings
like I am some God or better
than anyone.

Sorry, dude

I know I have been
busy lately
our friendship
has taken a hit

but golf is out of the question,
I have to take her kitten
to the masseuse

again

her temperature read 102.5 Fahrenheit
after I put the thermometer in
I knew she was hot
but ****
she got all wet
and shivered
grimaced like she was in pain
called out deities names
I thought she was dying
clawing at my back
trying to take me with her
I got all concerned
gave her mouth to mouth
resuscitating
and pushed on her breast
her eyes rolled back in her head
and she came
around!!!!

me and Julio
a native and a Mexican
walked into this
fancy restaurant
the kind of one
with round tables
and white tablecloths
four spoons and
three forks
noted the maitre d'
and the waitresses then every customer
in there had open-mouthed gasps
wide eyes
we had hit the lottery
that day won two fifty
on a Bingo scratch off
and decided to celebrate with a dinner
on the way home from the
house we were working on
My pants and his shorts
had thin-set caked on them
my shirt had a picture of
Trump getting rear-ended by Putin
his tee an arrow pointing down
and the words
"**** here"
and we sat down
at this pristine
table and the table next to us all decided to
move
Men in suits women
like Trump's wife
'cept more debonair
when I saw this guy
across the room
wouldn't stop staring at us
had a wrinkled nose and
a sour ****
so,
I walked up to his table
bowed
said So glad to make your acquaintance, sir
How much for your wife.
The maitre d
gave us to go plates
and insisted we leave.
How rude!

so doll,
is your new friend French?
noticed the empty wine bottle
and the snail shells
au courant
trendy
annoyingly romantic,
I can't help thinking of
how I treated you to
that cheap bottle
of Tequila
and fresh roasted peanuts
that time,
in my redneck
southern way,
backwoods romance

Shall be
Remembered
Taken in with every touch
Into my very last nerve
Every fiber of my being
Make me whole my
Soul find heaven
My life have meaning

That last first kiss
I shall savor taste
I shall be united for once
When I taste her lips
Meant for only
Me to find
From the beginning

Just her
And
Paradise

into magic like
when I was a kid
her song sings
calling me forward
soft choruses
sweet pipers
tangerine suns
mystic glows
spriteful harmonies
strings  and bows
a party there
between
two eyes two arms
two souls
magnificence

meet you in the tender shoots
of weeds growing in the cracks between
the hardest concrete
we'll dine on sunshine peeking through
the tallest man-made mountains
expect  the people walking by to shy away
from us
like we are roaches
and subsist on subway blasts of gas
get ruddy hungry because we are ******
and everyone else is better
cardboard boxes overheads and lonely curled up
rags our pillows
and once a while we find perchance  
a chicken leg thrown out
you are right though
society
you don't want to encourage us with free ****
like food or water
we might breed

pawed penned then paused
shall I?
asking Socrates or the muse
sniffling as I do when I get moved
have I the right write, or
any right
to claim to make one's heart
any heart but mine feel?
Am I conceited to make
this, is it the best I can do?
Are my theories correct might I be better off
inspecting more?
Then the echo came.
Sounded like
******* idiot
it's your left to write the right as
you have been left to feel and right is wrong
forever will
be
stop fretting

tender was as soft as any fluffy cloud ever
hovered over
any straw strewn field
soft as bunny fluff or
a kitten's purr
green Illuminata on a screen
of Daisies dalliances with efflorescent
shields of sunglows radiance
illuminating the hidden parts
the mind's shadows
a part
in a play one act
a display of life's reality
sunken a bucket far down
into the deepest well ever
returned full
of glittering
clear
stark
pure
beautiful
clearness

human star
flesh and blood
speck glow fresh
inconspicuous
buried within the billions
color
I saw you individually
amidst all the rest
a  particularly bright white
shining there in the northern
hemisphere
One tiny light
one hope
one speck, like me
trying to be
a spectacle
I froze my eyes
on that one  piece of sky
never to
take my eyes off
forever

I got thoughts
walking down a street
i see
neon
women
barber poles red white
lingerie shops
most of them ******
long tall Sally's in skirts
strong structures tall
svelte windowed like
covergirls
ice cream cone taking licking
x rated things
I must be liberated
once I got turned on
ordering tacos
at this Mexican restaurant
I liked her accent

wonder how the west wind knows
to bring her warm breath forth
July and August
look to the
sun's eloquence
the spin of our globe
perpetually
wonder in December
how a cold breeze emanates
from the North frosty reaches
just look up
at the stars
and the frozen tip
of Mr. moons
nose

come with me to the outreaches of drizzle
the upper branches of the tallest oak tree
look down wondering
is this, this
all there is
might there be a sizzle more somewhere
holier
one branch or twig that can make me whole
make me freer
thunder that clasps
louder the trunks the ground the breeze
enlivened , one thing to make me see
heaven perchance here,
on earth?
Shall I climb the volcano
swim the widest breach
jump broomsticks
searching
or
just touch another?

on the moist spot the sheets curl around her
make for indentions in my head
memories unforgotten all these years hence
still I picture long legs
in the air
hear her crying my name
Geronimo be mine
I should have told her
my real name

under the sunlit canopy
softly filtering red now
a caste a haze a panoply
of rays some yellow
reds some Hasidic
some
blue
green I like to say derogatorily
in private mind you
like green is a bad thing
when the cup comes round in public
I drink sure
take the bit of ******* whatever
wafer it is
and spit it out later
Candles are cool though
they light forests and curtains up
when the cat gets randy
tail flickers
then how hellish hot
it gets

touch and allure
blush  lipstick  make me see
the horizon surely
where the trees gray clouds
the lake all merge
into cerulean
indecipherable
jumbles of arms  legs lips like the clouds trees
lakes green
melt into distances
the soft eyes see
everything

almost there
almost where
moonbeams meet majesty
and artisans seek pageantry

that aisle
number 13 while
away I did
stood

trying to blend into
some splashed canvas work
feeling out of place
time turning blank space

next to what has been said
is a great statue monument
looks like a homeless man
in a shopping cart

to the avant garde
the well heeled glassed
champagne nosed up retinue
surveyors all *** reamers knew

the painting all held in esteem
oooohed and ahhhed  made fainting
sighs said oh my a lot
were my patrons my matron's lot

since I ran out
and ran into
and ran away and ran aground
ran off aways and stood

all out of breath and
new  pain in my side
pain in my *** subsided
pain in my head transcribed

I  knew I wasn't poetic
nor the next new (sic)
toy, or a bright flame
on any rich dame's horizon

I sat on the curb disturbed
worried for my next Hors d'oeuvre.
about to smoke
my last bit of dope

on
  the
     river
where
  
a twig
  leaf
    a bit of
there

float
   down
       stream
aware

the tug
    tow
       drift
abounds

I feel
    almost
        calm
surrender

to life's
     magnets
         cores
electrons

all that's
      in me
          deeper
where

I feel
      that
            draw
that

picture
       of a curve
            an undertow
framed

in sudden
      cold a
           splash
wetter

than any
       euphism
            I spew
******

eyes
a hand
lips
a kiss a hand farther
a moment a bliss
a bit farther
look around
no one else near
a breast exposed
hip grinding dance
backseats empty
not for long

In wonder of the world
of her mysteries
sitting here dreaming alone
I wandered over a hill one day
seeking expecting
nothing
and she appeared
like a vision
shimmering perfection
mysterious
mirage

I saw her in dreams before here
she was standing growing
over the hill the whole time

always she had been there

I had just not gone forward enough

I stood in awe

and she like a tulip
shivered

sorry to interfere
with your little fantasy games
here
how you put pen to paper
to make your life
better
how you try to show
your superiority
how much you
know....
but the wise man
it was said
is afraid to tread
where *******
go blindly

crowds can call out derisions
to the ceilings echo the wages
of minnows shored
tales of your innocence
brightly sparkle
as diamonds culled
from oysters shelled
a vessel floated calls her name
it has set sail
along a closer destination
from thy port
speak as the devil might and
claim the rightly port to hull
survey the wind oh August wind
a September dawns
and memories can fade like women
waving from a shore
I wish for you to make
a wave of congratulations
but you sent missives
to my mate
I set sail  a while ago
I float now
above any waves
the sea might try to sink
me into

Let's write like water
prose a tome so vivid in its
clear and cool
make fluid words that flow drip
down from gashes mountains pure
from eyelashes say clouds gush
every grain of sand dirt clod
of clay may bow down glistening
pump its substance from wells
drilled deeply into our hearts core
lakes of poetry filled with crystal beauty blue
but that is the sky coloring
its clear
right there in front of you
tension keeping her
round
about
see that tear?
it is there
on a cheek
in an eye waiting
to flow

all alone I hear a crowd
feel whispered things
ancestors Tall
calming the seasons
In the woods, I listen deep
to the worn path the moss on trees
the wind
the grass laying down
in a field I pay attention
to the ghosts of maidens deeds
teepees once held their
papoose and warmth
in a wild America
as they skinned deer
made life  worshipped
nature sung danced
before
before
before
progress butted in
somewhere there they are
if just in my worshipping
my forefathers
the scared women holding tight their young
as progress
slaughtered them
and I chill
a tear is unnecessary
I sing
sing as loud as
I possibly can
for them

I kick the pile of ants see
them get fired up
little specks all running wild
rebuild that nest
protect their queen
just to wonder life
how mysteriously
glorious
those specks of dirt almost
have a destiny as
much as ours
and who's to say
we will always be
the Kings and Queens
someone small
or unseen
may someday kick
our nest

I smiled
at the nurse practitioner
as she googled me
checked my prostrate
found my web site and
found I was still
young enough
young enough
not dead yet
I wanted to yell into her
stethoscope
want to have a cup
of coffee later, babe?

it has  been said
abstinence
makes the hard grow longer

I am waiting

a piano quartet
opposed an orchestra
on a stage
somewhere in
Prague
along the lines of a battle of the stars
I watched
glistening composed

as the pianos chorded on
the violas and flutes bass drums
clarinets
resounded back
their answers
as I heard the crescendos the tête–à–tête's
the bravados
the claims made by the piano strings
almost immediately
came a retort from the
bold deep cellos
on stage

and shrill the pianos all four resounded in
questioning and the orchestra
became all hinged in
higher and higher
spine tingling notes
and the bass resounded
deep within
and the conductor danced

the hall became a rave
the tuxedo'd dude
jumped headlong into the crowd
on arms was sent to the back of the crowd
and forward again
then silence as he mounted the stage in triumph
raised his arms

and the whole ****** stage enlivened
the audience cheered
lighters were lit
and champagne busted
everyone got wet
I experienced a glimpse
of
Symphonic gorgeousness
and piano men
conjoin
to
make heaven

Jah gee
her words touched me
spoke to me
felt torn from me

like  a sudden breeze
makes one breathless
makes one sneeze
makes one's heart stop

she only said what was evident
not a poet or philosopher
but a living thing
not a maker

a seer
that said once
I remember
just be you

be true
I forget her exact words
they came to me in a dream

I awoke
refreshed

wander-fairers gloat  in seeming  calmness
about the depths of the seas they've  traversed
tropical palms thus plucked
on Wayfaring waves a  day
in the past
Storms fierce they gallantly
heroically faced taut strong
unending

The Eartheners pout in earnest
of the soil taken and
the mineral reserves being stolen
of gold reserves and conspiracies
while painters talk about ivory
and elephants with
abstract art all the critics rave
how that touched them

The Realists resolve to see
each sunrise sunset as
a Godspeed to destiny
an earthly climatic episode in
a timeline of finality
seeing doom ahead.

I like to take a breath.
Have a banana split.
If that's not available
maybe some cornbread in sweet
cream possibly a strawberry
in season.

Taste a smile. Throw a compliment.
Maybe careless how I do it at times.
But bask in the comedy
of errors and randomness.
Seek an ism in the growth of my own
sadism, a ick in my
lack of understanding. And just be peaceful.
Lie down.

Semitalla said
Sweet love god of
The sun
Bring me
Call my name
Semitalla

Her ******* heaved
Legs quivered
Her face ached with want
She called again
Blackness shall be
My destiny
If you don't answer

Amoxicillin the God
Heard her calls
Wanted to heal her wounds
He ached that he had not the power
The god ****** doctors
The farmers feeding their chickens
Making them fat rich
With no regards
Everyone with a virus
Had sought his riches,

He sat powerlessly.
Unable to even answer.
As the damsel in distress
Died of Staph

in time in space in future
memory in
places far apart
in misery
they those molecules
they always seem
to gravitate
towards that place we call
heart
and one day
where the suns and moons
and galaxies merge
will find
a new heart
to emerge
a soul like ours a destiny
on
whatever comes
from that
crashing of all we know
into a burst
to start again
in distant years
stars grown like ours
a brilliant shine
a new
love sparked
like
yours and mine

She whispers in
I whisper out
the tree bends trying
to figure us out

Elm mother tree
drops little-jagged leaves
to touch the beings
caressing
in her shadow
and the sun dapples here and there
exposing a bit of grass
then flesh
and we all dance

right in the middle of the field
of nature of heaven there
Her and the tree and sun rays
and  me

knowing

you might need a wrinkle
walking down
Main Street
parallel parking
dry cleaners
the stove  pipe
cigar shop  
maybe a glass to
smoke your ice into a
head
he sells that now
rolling papers
a wicked meerschaum head pipe
looks like
Santa
imagine a rock there
rush
yeah
and the ***** cinema
with low life pimps
saying hey my sister
is the good dude
you saw too much in Vietnam
in Phnom Penh
sixty seven
never thought you'd see
third world back here
had a needle
in your vein
every second
broke that
habit
arrived back to crack and ice
seems like drugs evolve faster than we do
and pain
is always there
oh
how the world gets
smaller
tell me
why the hell
we were there

gonna see  so  much more into me
like you do to a Magic Carpet Ride
I got a Harley
long hair
chaps I wear every day
Roots boots
usually got herb
I don't mind you
fantasizing
we  both like Born to be Wild
and tight jeans
living wild like
destiny is so far off
inconceivable
his lecherous hands like the
dealer's hands
all over me when he touches you
but when
it comes time to leave
no matter
what
I can't

how better
to spend the day while
she sleeps peacefully
but listening to music

the Beatles
in particularly.
Catching a glimpse
occasionally

of her beautiful
peacefulness
wondering
does she dream of me

when I hear
Good Day Sunshine
I ache

to wake her up

of do a lord hath laid an egg
and deeds have gathered up in tombs
seeking rewards and justifications
only leaves the lord listening

to
gnawing teeth of bugs of
blowfly
drawn by rotting flesh
and gases to pupal teeth

young maggot feasting on

a darkening wood moving
thresh;
here 

remains his last words
left without
a bit of sense

on one day
the blackbird
got chased from the
Camellia tree
outside my window's ledge
by a Bluejay
then lo and behold a
Red-crested woodpecker appeared
on a limb near and they both whistled
then
a mockingbird joined in and
a hummingbird fluttered
where my eyes kept darting
from one to the next to another
and the blackbird
sat on a Pecan in the yard
muttering
it sounded heaven to the clouds which parted
and a dove landed on my shoulder
cooed
as the sun came shining brightly in that window
the tree filled up
sounded like an orchestra
a group of violins
and a sudden drop of rain fell
unto my shoulder then
and the clouds burst forth
and the flowers begged
for more
I didn't need a rainbow
had all I needed
then
and I opened every window I could find
everywhere
soft trills sounded
peace and wings
on-air and violins
on ears and
choruses
sung like I had made it for once
to nirvana
where the tears
cleanse

a legal assurance for agriculture
better than crop assistance guarantees
payments for leaving fields  empty,
perchance, might be for
legalizing migrants entry to this
country and shoving DACA up
Trump's *** and quit the political rhetoric
and vote for this countries
success
instead of lying your way to an election
or re-election.
We need aliens to feed us.
Look in the fields, people.
I don't see the racists out there
picking a god ****** thing,
but a fight for their own ends and not
reality

being older just
I know more dead people
now

"Oleanders growing outside her door
Soon they're gonna be in bloom up in Annandale"

blooms of daffodils petunias roses red
as autumn days shrink shorter
closing in the cold
like the pantaloons
fell to the floor in June
hot passion wafted to the ten-foot ceilings
fan slowly spinning
blades knifing air cutting sexes
scent making it incense
as we drifted into
fall
fell apart like orange red leaves
blown to the
distants
everywhere
spread
showed displayed
for an instant
glory
and then...

were
I to awake a day
to nothing abstract
to
just real life
nothing obtuse
or glorified
might the sun shine?

let me leak
a peek
at mine coloring book
peoples

I gots
red  peoples
gold
brown peopled
bold
white old people
scared

tall peopled
smalls
small peeps
proud

fat peopled
skinny
skinny peoples
skinny

stick figures
still shiny

all kinds of  
peoples
one thing

they all smiling

my heaven

except for the scared white peeps

what you wont
******
an apology or somethin's
chip on you's should'a all's
I see's
looks like your brown teef
no one's taut ye' to brush 'em?
and yo' mama ain't in the mood
to do lawndries
next thin's
yo' gon' be
all up 'n
me faces
prof sizing

takin' God's name
makin' his words
fit your visions

Some kind a flag ya' got there
that stood for
a bunch of racist traiters
dude

bold cross red blue and white
almost like
our countries

I think you's a bit
jell'us ins'cure
like at
least gradiate
third grade
next year

and silk sheets
cocoons of pillows
covers and quilts
edges sanded off
the bedstead smooth
all prepared
for you