Might play along the
Roadside
Tonight
Splish splash
In puddle dumb
Wet halfway up me ***
And get a child's
Wisdom
Once more,
To dare the cars to slow down
And not listen
To the dire warnings,
Just be

Welcome back,
HP!

What night
Has the day worked long
And hard for
To bring the sparkly sky
A rest
In glory?

For it has been
Time,
Who's sudden coincidences,
Her glaring indifferences,
Which in the grand
Model count seconds
As the smallest
Increment,
Has failed to account,
Whether by years or
Decades, centuries,
All history,
That the perception
Of reality,
Is always
Late.

Missing
are the words
to properly send forth
into the beyond,  the abyss,
The netherworld , your soul,
Sweetness,
Be they lost or never thought
of,  absent from the tableau,
any kind remiss,
which mortal souls,
besides the Bard,
have no words for,
are what
I wished to write down,
as your fitting
Eulogy.
But
I have not words
For.
Lie in peace.
Dear.

Anytime
In my life
I awaited
For involvement
In haste wasting
Time not grasping it
I apologize.
Now in my
Looking back
I see.

We are
      The epitome my dear,
In our dancing throes
           To Ravel's
          Bolero.
The lead
         We share
In giving taking the
           Best of love,
         Breathtaking.
Up there
        Our shine is known,
           Among all of the gods
      As proofs mere mortals
            Can compose
As well
        As any immortal does,
          With grace with
        Love,
            With unworldly
          Repose,
The touch of Gods
     And Angel's daring breath
             Unknown to
               Earthly man.
Come here to dine and feast
          Lovers there,
      you have reached
              That peak,
                   That pinnacle,
     Of ecstasy
Only gods have  
                Known.

It's dark
Some urge is building up
TVs on background
DVD I've seen
A thousand times

Silence is death
When clothed by walls
When spider webs on plaster
Are the limbs
When carpet is your forest
Lawn

Ten thousand
Seconds or more
I take a breath
My mind hearing
My heartbeats
Boredom

Memories
I try to bend
Refresh as before
With dim
Eyes old
And sore

I need the gardens glen
The red of roses
Yellow of dawn
Her kiss
And more

I yearn to
****** her with my words
And all I do
Is sound
Forlorn

Not is the dark
My lonely
Tale
I leave you
To

Your own
Refrain

Many the circles go
     Round in perpetuity

        All the universes players
               Are why?

How sound a design
      With riddles
           Equationed

                Such as pi

Going on into eternity
          Eyes the nuclei
                 Spin

             And begin
                     It did
                         Always will

Why

             Leading to more and
                     And deeper questions
                           A circle hence
            
And one day
                 The beginning found in
                            the End

A little ditty bout Karl and DiAnne
Two old kids living in the heartland
Karl he gonna be the next Bukowski
DiAnne the beauty he loved in the backseat

******* on a bud on the porch
Dianne sitting on his lap
His hands tween her knees

C'mon Dianne let's run off
neath the shady trees
Dribble off them Bobby Brooks
Let me do
What I please

Ten cats
Two dogs singing

Oh yeah
Life goes on

Long after
All the kibble
Is gone

Karl sits back
Collects his thoughts for a moment
Thinks
With you and all
These
Animals

I ain't missing
Nothing.

Oh yeah

Life goes on

And the spangles bannered furled
Up her red and white
Corners into bandages
Trying to gel
Clot heal
The wounded
Bleeding
To no avail for
The red rockets glare
Now
Give proof through bombs
Bursting
Air
Sold
To the Oligarchs
On Amazon
With PayPal
All honor and pride
As we
Pick up our arms
Fighting off
Perceived
Enemies
When the enemy
Is
Here

As sparse
      As rare
The finest diamond
        
            Anywhere

Behold
        She's there
My greatest love

            Of all my life

In flesh
           In soul
Befixt in time

            To ever always be

Amore'

Under the covers I dream
Black out reality
And color everything
My palette
Cower into my side
The starkness
Hold myself in the
Dark
Where only my eyes
See the yellows
And the green inside

Along the in and out
Bank of the river
Eroded in twisted knots
By time rain and currents
Roots exposed like veins
On the skeleton of a skinny old man
Grass barely clinging
To what hasn't washed downstream
Yet, in shade given
By age old scrub oaks
Paltry in beauty
Compared to a willows grace
Grown in the sparseness of
fertility lacking any
Other space
The moss seems complacent
At home age old a centerpiece
Of a feast here,
No roses grown
Not any vermillion
Just washed wasted dirt
Sand loam,
An existence
For growth
A persistence
I've known

The dark crept up
Sudden like a thief
  
Intent on stealing your gems
  The pearls from your neck
     That gleam in your eye

As the steam from the asphalt curled
   A hemp rope rising
       As a Cobra in the dim

To a pipers tune, in June
    Here am I, the visionary
        Reconnoiter the blank slate

Tallied awed and sputtered. How fast,
   The hand went in unfelt,
         And the sky went broke.

Fairly the human glow lights
    Of commerce flickered
          Came to a point of aura

On the hill, as the cars sped up
     And the crayon black asphalt
         Simmered and howled

Each tree gaining form
   In the blaze of headlights
    Chasing shadows down
        
The bank

Who hadn't loved you
In time, perhaps
Like the wall in the painting
Faded,
Far from the window,
And the shine
On the pearl
In your ear remained,
"I"
Am colored still
With your
Glow

ordinary
     this day.
It began at
      Daybreak
Going on as
        They all do
With rising temperatures
            And clouds
And birds
        Trees a highway
Cut straight
            Through,
But in the middle
       Of this day
Came, once
            Upon a time
Like the plush
     Soft of a woman's
Breast and thigh
        An entrance of
A sort, a gateway
     Velour, wet,
Plush, only a man
Could know
       How velvet it became
As the river ran,
     Skies opened up

Heavens angels
             Sang.
And the rain
   It came

You smell like a baby kitten
True, fresh soft and warm
Pushing up to my chin
Tickling my neck my tongue,
So pure
I hear you
Purr

A very tender notion
the forest
On my feet
All the little things
My eyes have
Never
Seen
The smell of pine
Prurient
The mottled sun spots
Keen
On all my
Earthly senses
Most of all
My fears

Alabaster and her
The only one's true
White as angel wings
Sure as the only sky blue
Morning ritual as I wipe
Sleepy eyes free of crust
Peruse the first light of sun
Glancing over her thigh her arms
Beside an in shade still face
Still in dreams and rest
Peacefulness beauty gift
I rise early to partake
As one bountiful lucky soul
Would smartly surely do
Before the eyes focus and this vision
Turns into a dream
I am myself unaware of having
And if reality it is
This cup of coffee
I confess,
Will me to kissing her
Or an empty
pillow
Next.

Were days of number instead
Of named
Ground of thunder and rain
And men
Men lived in clouds instead
Of sand
And the hills reached from under us
The tallest trees scant grass
And we lived all of us godlike the upside down world wouldn't be better
Or the mortals be more mortal for
That is us, merely humans living brutal or humorous or just
Striving for sustenance a meal a
Love to love
A heart to embrace an angel to sing.
A reason to be a hope to obtain
And we closely saints would make
The clouds brown and stained
And the earthen ground below cleansed and beautiful
Do my hymn were I an angel
Would be to live
Your best life
Breathe
And dream of a day the clouds
Accept you
Among them

The bountiful all of the ends of it all the variety one sees of leaves and limbs tall and the shades of blue how many can there be and windows
In our eyes how focused become blind to the smallest stem of a clover majestic as an elm the plume of a dandelion a firework for the ant and the hill a mountain for a mole send me a grass blade to be happy I claim
And mean it heartily
I live to love gathering it all and it starts with one small honestly felt touch or kiss.
I love her.
Nature is natural
Love is it all

And when she awoke, he was holding her hand,
Toasted bread jam and coffee steaming
On the night stand.
A newly plucked daisy stood proud
In a vase as she opened her eyes  and looked in his.
She heard an echo
A memory of a promise
A pledge when
They met
I'll bring you
Breakfast in bed
I will treasure you.
I will make us a home with a porch and white steps and windows galore
To look out of and let the sun in.
If you will just hold my hand and believe in me, woman.
She saw in his eyes bright
The treasure of love found midlife how profound words become and acts thoughts and beyond all,
Promises live. How flesh fades
With ages how skin gains wrinkles, she pondered, but the eyes,
With love in them,
Will never fade
Dim or die.
Their beauty
Ageless

Ever just find a vein and push
And it may or may not make you puke
Or it might make you calm as any
Mediterranean island all
Pineapples free and coconuts
Dark skinned virgins for the taking
Pigs apple mouthed grinning
Time as free as the wind,
Or me, I did once, perhaps the wrong blue snake stuck out I poked and it bit me, becoming belacose irritably insane deranged I belted out
The only song I know by heart.
" I want to Rock and Roll
All night!  
And party every day"

It went on


And on
Same words


Endless

But

I think I danced
Dont remember

Can you tell me please,
Who the **** finds it a breeze
To scan poems in several identities
Just to minus all the
Comments?

The seismic worth I try to shake to be like an earth shattering ******* ring
On the hooves of a stampede or the deafening of the highest cascade of water over a breach but come across more like a meek mouse peep in a corner with a large danged cat hovering over then I get a bit brave naive cower no more and type into a poem with no escape or norm visible and words flow out like I'm be-deviled as I back to the wall say to hell with it all and bark like a big ******* dog

Heated
Baths of liquid gold on
Skins of alabaster cold
Were the touches
Of her hand
On his body
In his soul

As sure her eyes were azure
Pure as emeralds held tightly close. And his eyes closed
He knew she was
The only gem precious
Left in this world.

Then
The sun rose
On another day
On the cherry tree blossoming
Away. And the redbirds on limbs
Happier than larks and
A lone man on the porch
Just sitting giving thanks
Breathing deep sighing
A memory perhaps of days
Gone by and the blossoms smelling
Like they did and the sun bright as then and his breath just as breathless
As when he was younger

With
        No in particulars
                 To empirically
                         Support the data
  Of my sub-consciences'
       Ability
                 To rationally
                          Decide
I still
      
Must listen to it

Born blue as the new sky sunny summer burnt ocher tree skins on the shoulder of green hill all for the grandeur of some Lilly's splendor audience to remember

Ivy stood
Around the door
The address clearly marked
In gold numbers and cursive,
1023 Oak Street,
The man in brown short pants
Noticed, imagined the tangled green vine reaching down as the yellow sun passed west growing right round the box and opening ,

No inhabitants of the two-story  Colonial came running.
He set the package down.  
Ivy seemed to try
To reach out.

I hear her there, alone, up above
A poem, a painting in the sky, a
Northern dream, an eye
Looking down,  lights phantasia
glow, to earth from above,  a fantasy spectacular,  her voice
Calming northern cool as mint and winter winds,  miles across this barren land lends hope to searches
I cannot give up.
Someday may the Norse gods and southern generals make peace and stop haunting my love and dreams,
might a line be crossed with will, determination,
my love and I united.

And so, amazingly
The sky stays blue
Sun blazing,  the world
Spins round on axis
Dizzying all us hanging
On by threads of hope
Dangling
Thoroughly spent
Dead tired worn out
Like a load of wash Saturday
Night, put in wet
Out dry perhaps but
Natural is not that.
I take another
Sip

Taking inspiration from the common conscience the cosmic compilation
I write of the most simple the stellar implications of a whole world of individuals coming to any decisions
Realizing it's absolutely amazing, what with how I see ****** hate prejudice **** crime ****** child molesters rich billionaires complaining about foodstamps recipients as they bilk public entities accounting for it with we all do it. As I watch the stadium rise out of ashes of torn down blackened buildings a third paid for the rich from public coffers, I see sit amazing. How I've lost touch not just with human nature but nature herself. And I sit watching this man made monster gobble the earth .
It's becoming us. The earth is becoming just us. Our needs wants lists desire. Immediately. I want.
We're teaching it.  It's becoming more ingrained with every generation. I deserve.  
So I'm  just going to hibernate in a hole not listen not react. Hide forever. Till we all bust.
I see it in the collective.  
Theres no conscience left
I'll come out when it's just us in a ball all hurling through the universe no earth underneath.

Banjo twangs footpads on the hood
Chirps of birds eight cylinder ****** low roar of lion lust
A colloidal rust like metal out side the closed door upon its front a rap a knock a lightly tapping dot dot dot
Upon the inner ear is must have
Heard is must have been was seen
Long or near a time had been
That ****** a love sick note upon the metal roof or cedar floor calls a memory a dream but hooting owls do this at dark not upon a stark bright light who bays howls screams and cries I hear in earthen things and bowels barreling forth forlorn the calling masks an earthly scowl I have been misbehaved to take her gifts with no display of gratitude I gave or bow it any interlude to pray to gods gods or her the mother of all
Of our nature things

Thrown 'round like metal roofs  in
Gales of hurricane winds
Thrashing crash about the nearest stout metal pole
Or as the rush of swollen streams
Back up around the fallen tree
Awaiting release to course again
To flow free to come is known
With nature's gifts of beauty
Grown come hells fury when
A thing stands barricading fleshed release and earthly howls and natures fury shall wrap her legs around your
Furry back like a tigress and a typhoons rath

Keepsake memories like last Autumns
Leaves are colored red vibrant

My sole,ear the peruser  of the
Calm of the dawn and my two
Eyes excusing the sun behind clouds
And my two legs holding me upright
Still, I paint with an easel of palm
And a canvas of grass
The pig brush in hand and a pallet
Imagination, I paint skys woundrous
New hold my senses imbued as I flash green red blue as the sky does
Into a rainbow for you.
Brave strokes wide flushes pink in my hand as the landscape unfolds
Into pure thoughts tales and untold
colors of world's that are here
You must see them with faith
And hope to be sure
And to that that is seen it's bright
Bravely colored as is but
Only in eyes that are open can all
The riches the world holds
Be envisioned
And so pardon my revisions
Reality is good
I've been told
But believe in the work
More of brain cells
Than gold

Mused once on serendipity deciding
The left was more right than the other way
Did not make such a decision wildly
Without many thoughts
And deliberations
Deliberately
She took months of imposing on friends and acquaintances asking all
Kinds of personal questions not
Accepting their nods for answers she needed quotations , she pestered
And poked spoke in rhymes and leading modes trying to find the one
truth by being intrusive enough to see through them. Was she pre-ordained for this mission of magnificence at being ignorant to find truth or was that the way the mainstream of humans are, or was she bounding new limits founding an orthodox or crossing some limit.  See Herfiffity was once younger still young but above the legal age at the minute she gave out her ****** mind to the right then thought right about it and left.
And how she wept.

Old
Wooden wagon wheels
Solve
Revolving around
Around again
And
Again

Why let the nightmare sour
Again I've
Told you time and
Time just
Forget your
Guilt and sorrows
And begin
To dream
Once more

Oh cat,
I've never witnessed innocence
Before, how you howl to protect
Your kittens,

How scary
Must my tallness frighten
You, all curled around
Your young.

And the breezes
cold, threatening death
To such beauty unfolding
how, life is told

I want to think,
In the eyes of a mother
teats swolled and young
depending so
Much upon

Those fierce eyes tell
Me so, wild as the winds cold
You have soul
chilled by aloneness
You are touched now.

So brave me this glance,
Mom. I chance to
Make a life somehow
As well as you have
And be true to it.

To the death

Tame now, in the midst of
The forests limbs, strong bark arms
Brown like a farmers,
All round.

Oft comfort home is but dark settles lonely and she's out there spinning my dream the part of me that means love
I want to breathe maybe tomorrow
Her perfume of neck glory a scent
Of her hair my pillow is dry
And the journey long
is well worth it and time is going
To make better the end for both us
when I taste her desire
And I find the end of the rainbow
Nigh,  I will doubt me not, will
I not I the imitible nebulous precocious, I am mighty
undeterred by time or luck I'm
Focused, I'll begin a new country,
I will, or a very near universe,
A citadel on a hill
On mars If it takes that,
Or a newer brighter sun a sun
that shines love light like
beacons on blind lost souls
searching
for love on lonely
pillows

Less clear of the upper waters
More a bottom stirring brown
Around this bend in the woods amongst oaks garnished by moss
Where in the 1800's they say
A black man swung from this tree
And if you visit on the anniversary
You can hear him sing,
He sings, "long by the sins counting oh lord, I've seen your glory, about how men may be weak, men may be
Horrid, in times soon, dear Jesus,  
Alongside a stream, stirred up water around a corner, a man may see
Thy glory clear".
And it's rumored the song carries through the air like morning doves
On Easter, or doves Christmas morn.
Sitting here I hear, a squirrel in the swinging branches, scurrying left then right about his business clear,
No doubt there is a shadow to west cast dim, and from the high thick limb,
A ropes mark is left.
So man and tree are one now. And stream around the bend the water brown in remembrance, perchance, and the ground below always barren, the squirrels doing?
I guess.
In animosity mocking
Men's ignorance.

So, now i am nothing without you and I'm old braving wrinkles shorter years days gone quicker losing interest
In all else but you
Needing now like a starving beggar
On the corner of 3rd and main.
Sore knees a cold lingers my fingers
Drawing up
Just alone
It's 12:39
I can't sleep it's
Your haunting my soul
Not the tv always on or the last beer.
I think of you
In your bed
And me here
And how to make
Miracles happen.
Hope after hope
Glows then burns out drowned like the
Wick of an un-trimmed candle
But I know
that flicker of your eye I miss
And your kiss
And your sighs
if i hold out enough
Will
One day
Be mine
And burn bright

Then I guessed right telling you
You could keep your hat on peeking
at you with that new found sexiness
A beret pulled down over your left eye
hands on your hips leaning left that right hip sharp as a knife
A sly smile the picture
Of total sexiness
On my king bed

seductive
A vision
You made me fall in love

for once I knew what it was all about
The release more than
Just *******
The talk the kissing the interest the contentment
The total need, the wanting to spend
Mornings naked cuddled in sheets
On the couch crying
Watching "Breakfast at Tiffany's"
Again.  Even "Forrest Gump"
Totally comfortable to let you see
Me vulnerable. More than naked.
See my soul.
I turned you on to grits.
Was happy to see you like your eggs
Sunny side up
And bacon crisp,
We are so much alike.

And that look in your eyes as I was pleasing you like a mirror
face to face connected in body in
Soul in space in time in eternity.

Nirvanna.
I now know what
Peace is.
Thank you my
Eternal.

Just meandering, dear.
A day in the life of a
Mere man. A can of grief in his hand.
Smoke clouds above billowing.
Hopes tapered down into small
Twigs by time.
And noticing,
The sun rises quite the same.
Just as bright from the east still.
Blue drapes still paint the beyond
As they have always.
And the black nights are still speckled in glitter.
Yet time itself seems to have gone racing right past our feeble slow
Old wrinkled perception.
And before you draw from the pipe it's tomorrow. Again.
Barely time left to remember.
To draw upon all you learned
Who you loved and those who are gone.
It's a bitter bright yellow sunrise today.
And it's all done gone in its glory
In my last
heartbeat.