The fizz rises, the fizz falls
     pain harkens, fever calls;
along the forehead, and down
shivering arms awaiting the round
  fizz rising and falling.
Froth settles on the top,
     but the cough, the cough remains;
the fizz, soft now yellow,
     not yet, is
bringing any relief.

a footstomp, a thump
on the bible, bottom of the bass
all tremor

clap hands, Amen,
clash of a cymbal
resound

a tuned human, a reverential
soul, a woman ladling at
a soup kitchen

all sing  the righteous
virtue, the treble high points
of a concerto

bring home the orchestra,
add trombones low mid
and feminine flutes

manly deep rumblings
pacing, back and forth
as the hungry tap

a toe whistle for their
needs, honor humbled
as they beg for more

has been ebb and flow
feline canine
to and fro

has been dark then light
man woman
peace and fright

has been colors and races
black white
red  and yellow

has been those in charge
bosses slaves
rich and poor

has been a time to see
positive negative
time and space

has beens
I am tired of
might be time for space
and colors and races
sexes positive and negative
rulers and peons
rich and poor
to see
I am ranting again

Talking I suppose
about some time or space
in the future
when evolution
is joined with god
or right with
left
or peace becomes
our ambitions
and man walks upright
morally
as well

have to love that note, extant
of that song I heard at a concert
ten years after
that note still brings
me to the verge of ecstasy.

That way the cymbals crashed
in rhythm pure simplicity
yet keeping beats
in contrast to the
melody.

The singers sang played
dancing 'round the stage in choreographed
complexity,
the meanings then seemed to jump
at me.

The whole thing a passion play
on my cortex on my brain,
on my sensibilities
my heart my foot
would not stop
tapping.

And there , amidst a crowd of strangers
stranger feelings overcome, the meek me the afraid to feel
and I danced wild feeling now,
the rhythm beat understood it all for
one time one second , how
I felt and breathed and tapped a foot
and heard everything.

It was magesty and corporeal
******* all at one.

when when when comes around
and then is then
and then when is now and then I like
win the lottery
then is when when will all be good

Quiet
    insects
sitting alone, desolate
    signal your whereabouts in this universe.

All by yourself,
     spewing and hewing and spinning,
conniving.

Where?
      do you amongst
this vast expanse
      rate round and round,
dizzy is all you see,
      until you fall down.

love and life
like
big red noses
  shoes too big
Egos
   three rings( or) circuses-
a tent with
    elephants,
dogs riding bikes,
   acrobatic charges
*** and a
   made up  reality,
Big hair selling
   popcorn and peanuts
to us, like monkeys,
   on display.
freaks magic costumes
   a day a week
a life a love so changed
inside the tent
of life's circus.
All us clowns
need to laugh.

accents laden with  southern tradition
Y'all  don't get the true verse of the verb
we'll be fine without anyone,
specially that Uncle Sam
interfering ya' knows.
It's all Northern *******
to think a black man can be equal,
and, to this day it pervades the culture,
the dialect
behind backs said is the ******
behind always  but said proud
and I as a Cherokee have to hear it
they thinking I am of them.
It is not the black man or the Indian
I worry for.
It is for all of us.
I question, how , in
all these years
the  ten thousand million
we do not see,
us as all colors and religions-
One.

just let me be spare
with my heart
hold it close
until I am truly sure
the love I see
is pure

let me be alone
with my self
fold me into
the doubts cure
my worries
by myself

If I do not
start out with
my heart
vulnerable,
whatever happens
does, I have seen

Yet unless,
I am willing
to be hurt
be mislead
be the biggest
chump

on this earth
I will stay here
alone and
I cannot stand that.
Would rather
all cupids arrows
rein down

pierce me
painfully
then be here
alone.

I am to know: her skill she poetically makes me see
come: to a point,
conspiratorial at times, but, aren't we all?
orphans?
In shells With heads hidden in?
She is destined: nature  knows
she has an ear no matter how
sometimes: I yell, she always comes back.
She is from hell : or a guide sent to save me?
She knows all the words: knows every dead poet.
She grows: on me, and in my head more every way
with each day, wonderful.
She is my Queen, my muse:
my today: Tomorrow.

say just **** myself, go off
rant
needing one thing and getting
scant
attention for it all does come
around
in the end of it all boom
boomerang
the bad does
never it seems the good
I gave , and I am awaiting
for the time
like the saying says
when all good deeds
are returned

They tryst
forever
close in the sky blue and puffy white
great oaks strain to see the embrace
the grasses partner gleam
with the early morning dew

night partners with light
I see them dance
the sun with the moon
and I ask why?
I must dance alone.

promise is to be honest
brusk sincere in being blunt
I am not one to
be politically correct

severe i might be but true
to what I see
in our society, i don't say nation,

for that divides humans into me and him
the whims of others are no part of what i portray
the cold truth  

we ****. Now and in history.
Conquests and victories
cost lives , throats were slit

so don't let us act innocent,
lives cost and from that America grew while my fathers
were herded like cattle.

In god we trust, to what,
guarantee what the white man seeks , The pilgrims
so took a Thanksgiving,

then slaughtered us. All you Christians who want to
say this land was formed in his name.
Get a clue you are all like ******.

all us good ole' boys
in Bamalama
got to fight for
the right to kiss
these southern Belle misses,

It's slim pickens and farmers daughters
guarded by big corn fed brothers
daddies shotgun, here, in Dixie.

I don't have a John Deere or a jacked up
four wheel drive pickup,
my accent is acquired from all the years,
to them sounds unnatural,
my drawl.

Hell, I don't do nothin'
no more, but fight,
it's like a civil war, I wear
a smile, you know, cause the
farmer's daughters,
fortunately are curious.

I wear a black eye
and red lipstick mark,
on my collar.

falling' tween eyelash avalanches
dimpled glances
of butterbean *****
freight train *******
taut highlighted
days
somewhere between
orange sunsets
marmalade glimpses
eight around her
receptacle
her belly
buttoned
tight thing
I sweat new
fiercely hue
shading her

I say I said I spoke
trying to enunciate
how things change

anything and all
adapt to seasons
that is obvious

for nothing
remains with
the ticking clock

untouched
nor can tocks be undone
or seconds stopped

immutable are
only the hours and second hands
mine are dust

that touched you
long ago with sweetness
when

the clock did seem to
pause
take a break

or was that too-
all in my head?

my market
makes for an unsafe
either the buyer beware
or buy greed

or  go away unfulfilled
whomever
goes into
had choices

windows on fourteenth floors
to look out on
the enslaving

day to day economic reality
needs
to pay for

dis-advantages
we all heed

the solemness
Of lonely gratitude
Cooled long on heights of
Informal platitudes,
Songs sung lazy days
Sights seen pleasures
Rendered, ever grown
Like sprouting tenders,
Concerts won and splendors
Tasted, no one sweeter,
Than the present.
Beyond the lights sensed with
Open eyes taste buds wet
Glistening in starlights
After mint, like
Tendrils from the brown dirt
Reach always up beyond above.
The milk is heaven of the
Graciousness I feel
As the leaves blow
The waves
Make beats
Upon my shore
And birds tweet
And my worries
Sleep.
A mountain head my bed
A cloud my pillow, a sureness
That all is well.

when it makes me feel naked
when I see myself truthfully
if I am bare and vulnerable before
the world
then am I am truth
and me in all my real
I hold nothing back ballet
in the sun
****** well shy no more
one line not clear enough
all it's ugly before you

if we all joined in left right
to write a poem a novel
you can sing I know you can
we all are free
make any old words up
if you want to
sing along
the beat is here
the words are up to you
just give a hoo a haw and stomp your feet
twirl round
like I do
stand upside down and
hymn
bring an instrument
join in
a harmonica a trumpet harp
kettle
just beat the hell out it
and sing for god's sake
at the top
of your lungs.

everything seems thought and tried
wore out
nothing new to find
the same arranging
the flowers stolen
from
an old cemetery
chords
and words
all recycled
leftover
from an
old refrain
the rest is
just
cliche
and repetition
what
hope have
we
to make
a new
anything?

all the specious thoughts forever with a bit of doubt
questioning the right
was I wrong
I suspect not
but surety is a conspicuous thing
almost vanity
all I can do now is go on
living
like I was correct
and question the questioning
and get along
little doggy
get a pair
and say **** it all
make good for what i did wrong or apologize
and from now on do my best
and love myself
help another worthless feeling
*******  
make the best of their self
or perhaps
spend my money
getting high
no

au naturel no hormones nor seed
*******
nature made, me
no viagara no ddt,
definitely
no preservatives in,
no bionics or
genetic alteration
there is nothing
could make you as sick,
as my reflections.

though effort,
       hard textures
personal failure,
         lyrical climaxes,
arbitrary closing
           the opening of
senses....

        feelings,
pain ecstasy,
              evolving,
coincide.....

to make me human...
   brings gloom
the taste of sugars
       at times
simultaneously,

my head revolving
    spins takes all of
all in.

taste it's bitter-sweet

The scenery, first I would need to be outside
where birds perch on telephone wires
squirrels scurry away unworried
on crooked limbs of scrub oaks
jump like circus acrobats onto a cedar five feet away
and then I would need to open my eyes to
the vast sky blue receding far away into deep yellows
buzzards on parade so high up,
crimson shadows foretelling the coming turn of day animals
from visual to stumbling creatures
possums  and armadillos
bats
but I am entombed on a stool in my combo
living room kitchen dog port-a -***** cat
highway and playland with last night's fork
a bit of cheese on it still
a cigarette in the ashtray
wafting a trail of gray
into the air while
I study how to make sense of the
inner with outer
the fresh air with stale
the sun midday with
the foreseeable sunset
and sit and wonder in awe at all of it

Once
     I was a dunce but
In my head I had
       Arranged
This view of
       Me supreme superior
 In order
        To hide from being
Inferior.
      So deranged I was
I invented my purpose.
      Which was, to be honest,
A ploy to hide
        Myself in shadow.
And then I met the one
       Who sang my praise
Like I had done.
       I was amazed
She really believed
       In me. How numb
I felt to her touch
       Until I looked
Into her eyes.
        And knew.
She actually believed
      In me. Knew all
My secret peculiarities.
      But, she, my angel
From  above loved
       Me unconditionally.
And there I now know
      Because of her,
All of me
        Is all of her.

fate is what you rely die on
truth is what might be around
when caution sneaks about
the corner of reality
sees
that black cloud hovering
right round your beads your crucifix
the soft sound of silence
awaiting all of us

If I could be as sweet and nice as I want to
be I  might make sick all of  humanity
I might make all of you high
talking about this world I dream of
where love is free there on the streets
food is words wine is flowing
no one is hungry and starving
we look at the unshaven
and the people with soils
the same as  looking in the mirror
or the shine of a silver spoon
all of  us as mighty
worthy of a hug
and kisses are of the quality
and frequency as the
complaining *******
bellowing out get a job
I have a job
a life
and a temporary position
trying to live up to the
biblical saying
do unto others
it seems the most religious are the
most deaf
and the richest the least generous
I have no proof
but my eyes
and hands on kind of ****
wisdoms. 'Scuse me
I need to relax.
Come with me,
the downtrodden.

mere life is
plenitudes
disarray there is
subcutaneous actions little lies
subversive factions actively pursuing
evil deeds wrong hating
stabbing
the well felt
normal, actually
living beings,
I just don't turn
my back.

somewhat such a much noted someone
said such a noted quote of noted importance
it's echoes overtook my reasonings
whereby her songs of words
those carolings
the octaves
her notes
of truncated
calls
like birds
on the wing
became the notes
written by
Mozart even
the soft violin
pressed into a chin
fluttering above the halls
of auditoriums like
winged angels calling
a hymn from the vault
of Eden.
I sat hand in chin
balled up
like birthed again
seeing
for the first time
Heaven and all that is.

corn in the field
berries on the vine
the sheets in the wind on the line

come restless
all into fire and rain
as well as locked clarity

behind studied doors

into the eyes
of paradise into
the carriages carrying you

on your way
not noticing the
snakes  
wolves in your paths

but the path worn holds
clues of
truth and

you would heed it
better
if you knew

if wish merged with might
grew a tail and string was strung
from when i was thirteen
on a green grass field to now
in the air so high above
would swoosh
my kite
all the birds would be flying
below.

all the cats scream
   like mittens burnin'
on hot tin roofs
   all the chickens
lower they beaks and  peck at the ground
   800 Old English cops
gather round
     when I get the inspiration,
and run around my trailer naked,
    a dead chicken swangin',
not a god ****** thing will try
though, to catch me.

symbolic real imagines false truth attitudes
idyllic pure
crude antic
unreal true
kaleidoscopic visions  
blended into
horizons
of rainbows glowing
green red blue yellow shining
on the brown of my feet
anchored into earth.
Sun the big anchor dark
the real
symbol haunting.

long hair around my neck
a red complexion
my grandfather would have never
approved of my predilection
for words instead of action
he stands in my memory so tall
white haired then and chiseled
face and faction
a man of Cherokee stance
and action, had markers and hates he stood
fast to, no other way to act he said,
kept Grandma pregnant
her whole life, until she had that attack,
and lay paralysed her last years of breathing,
then he kept up with her nurse,
and climbing pruning trees till he was 93.
He fell fast , one September,
like a limb he had pruned from an oak,
fell hard to the ground under
a hot sun, his whole life devoted
to family and heritage.
He might not approve of me, being so
magnamious in forgiveness.
It has to end some day, though.

and all the baby crickets chirp
I got the daisies planted and then appeared
numerous
red black bugs
swarming the daises the elderberry bushes
the crickets just watched all the festivity
like who are they they are not me
that is cricket talk  
especially when young
and the boxelder bugs in
swarms respond
in red black harmony of numbers
it is we the red black bugs of sap suckering
I chuckled
the crickets responded
by rubbing their back legs together
almost like
applause

deaths, we all have
add up
I guess we are allotted so many
before we ever meet our maker.

There is, somewhere
like a tabulator clicking
in Heaven or hell

knowing when
our quota is filled
do I look

worried?

all the love in your eyes
the pleasure
the deep magic of your sighs
unspoken but magical
all the morning stars awakened
this love I kissed
those lips
those sighs I heard
the tenderest moments
in your arms
I sighed too
made me desire
you all the more

before me
the puzzle just awaiting to
be solved
and I struggle

I know
the answer to the
riddles
the why and why nots

but my hands
seem disconnected from
my reasoning my fingers
cannot accomplish
what I think

every day
I try to put it all together
find a piece that fits
and ten others fall
to pieces

I start over again
perseverance my
salvation
so far

and unending
is the need
to try to conquer
the darkness
closing in
as relentless

as time
ticks

poems and people striving to be recognized on the mean
streets, here and there,
I wish I could catch their yearning
in a jar like a firefly and light every one
of my nights
up like I used to,
in hot summer wind runnings
and fumblings
when youth and naivete
had my ***** tangled in knots
in my crotch
experience every verb as if I was living it
and touch once again the essence of young spirits,
but comes a day when,
all you can do is say,
go on young love's,
experience
say you'll be there forever
and at the time you feel it,
and you and I did

I commanded all the soldiers riding asleep
this vision of me deep in the black
getting even or growing bigger?

From the waist down I was a horse galloping
grazing any pasture I pleased,
prancing into the forays
winning every battle.

conquests easily the day was pleasing
the prairies all mine. This vision what I was in, was the epitome
of lacking awake the fortitude
to take what I wanted.

Courage I had, one dreamy night, I guess I was lucky:
You acted like I was Cochise and you were Pocahontas,
on the range our tepee burning down the night(mares)

when looking back
from the hum
of the bee
or the tiny bird
flapping violently a
thousand miles a
minute

I see differently,
*** in an
instant
looking back
the drowning
me  I was then.

And gain an
insight, vicariously
at me when the past was
all the threats confronting
me

as deadly there on the timeline
of then, did or does that tell me
anything? Or maybe
I was right then?
And now I am
but
dreaming?

let's snort something
then sit you on my face
later we can churn butter
assault each other
bump uglies
test the suspension
on the old Dodge dart
shift it into high
make  it all the way
home,
slide safely,
head first

what makes the dawn so light
the day so bright
what makes a night
but innocence and sight
gone
I have been blind so long
to beauty to ever long
again for
sunlit  days going on and on
never ending
my eyes
blinded
where night and day
gets all
turned around

when I view the sky
a puffy cloud a blue
so nice I see
your smile

in the sun in the middle
of the day or the moon
at the middle of night
I notice your
silhouette

when I contemplate the heavens
peace I feel your arms around me
when I smile I feel your love
and holiness
I am all
I will ever be

because
of you.

somber almond eyes so dark
pleading come
a face of salty silk
taste
wounds came forth were
healed
her hips thrusting forth with
the sea's force
an ebb flow
an almost surreality
among visions of
longer nights
ahead
but brevity
broke in
now
I am stunned
remembering

and I await quickly ,
going from here to non,
there my heart lies here beyond,
mere reality close to sanity
again, more fierce in awaiting
I close upon nothing , then
find myself back knocking,
knocking

limbs hanging down leaves all under
naked trees bare their souls
the ground holds her majesty
of a day when she reached to the sky
in full bloom
stood there
proud and accepting
strong to bear the sun's hottest
the winds gale
the loudest thunder
the morning's pale
the dew of droplets on her
a long day dry
the forest around her campaigning for her
part of the sky
and she was proud
tall and unfettered
feathered as a **** in the fight
with spread leafs and limb
up to the greatest
I climbed
her once
she held me strong
aloft on stems on leaf wings to the gods
where I stuttered her praise amidst a breeze
that made her laugh
almost alive

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

not mine, it is hers
and she is gone now.

She took me in
I took care of her and she taught
me how to love unconditionally.

Now in her chair I sit sad and uncomfortable.
Around me surrounds a heavy air.
A memory of our last saying,
I love you.

I made a promise to her, on her dying day,
to take care of RJ and Wally ,
Miss kitty, Mandy, Trouble, Blinky, Inky, Nod,
and two more grey kittys.

I will try, Marge. With all my heart.

I know they miss you.

But, not half as much as I do.