I've a song many truthful
as a genre they run the gamut
from country sad to blues
to new york manhattan mainstream cool
the hot spots
no
I have a song many heartfelt
spoken as a tear fell out of
my eye had to stop singing
there for a min
yes  a song that sings to
christmas carols 364 days of the year
- chestnuts roasting on an open fire-
watching Breakfast at Tiffany's again singing
Moon River until cat
comes back
don't get me started
about Audrey,
or Linda Ronstadt in her day
I still have that song
it is long
not written down
but committed
to memory
and so many others

lifetime,
       the melody calling through
sunrise and beyond, for one songbird to
call back,
I hear her chirp
her wings thrum
my beak turns toward
the last
hum
my wings tacit

as the candle, just put out , the wisp of smoke
disappears into ether
as my fragile soul, a wisp of today
disappears into where it will go
as my yesterdays , end and tomorrow
is no more , memory
dissolves

many many
           flavors it comes
appendages entwined
           or a parental kind
degrees resist
           and are graded here
as is a failed attempt
           it does exist!
We are rewarded here
           for concept
and purity
           and fireworks
or fizzled fuze
           when it comes to love
it is not confused.

so many versions of sad songs
and can't find my way home
rhythms but they all have
this way of touching my soul

just as much as the original
just different
keys a woman's voice can make it
angelic as much as Blind Faith's

Windwood's  Ginger's drum ecstasy
is Bonnie's version
as tearful
Angel from Montgomery

is taken to a new height by Tedeschi Trucks
Susan do do it justice
Derek is just him
amongst the best

Autumn changes
    into the cold of Winter
melts around
   April winds
as long

      longer than the Summer days
endless heat
           melts the green leaves
into redder orange
  
there I am
all variety

glowing

to express the rainbows
of love you feel for
her; commit to memory
the color of her eyes
when you kiss her

almost wrecked the other day
swerved brakes screamed went into a ditch and came
out the other side
no need for a seatbelt or an angel
to save me
I did it myself
saw that names and tags and saviours are all made up
I could be satan for all you know like
an angel could too on here
names mean nothing
it's how you treat your enemy
as well as how
you treat a friend
and death or a close call
are way more important than any popular demand
a child even more so
I saw all that as I slid
almost dying
churning up mud
through
that
ditch

How here
Is one more purer
Another whiter
A color so wrong?

How can the outsides
Of a thing make dirt
Fiber and tissue
Stronger than heart?

And how does the sun shine
Equally without judgement
Or doubt on every facet
Of life without question?

As a storm crowns with terror
Who escapes it's
wrath,
And is killing for hunger
The same as ****** in rage?

How can we take pleasure
Knowing eventual means death,
And how can lovely eyes hide
Such hateful revenge?

All my questions unanswered
From centuries of presumed
Wisdom, religion or philosophy,
Leader, or peasant.

And since the clouds open exactly the  same for creatures as they do man,
And the storms turmoil neither
Measures good or bad,
And as the trees and grasses grow as well for the
Masses of variety,
And the seasons ebb turn freeze
And boil-
Isn't it with reason I ask
How then did man
Reach the conclusion
Of his
Superiority,
At all?

heavens getting full up
so where are we to go?
The dump is a possibilty
but closes the gate at five
parks are off limits after dark
has to be somewhere twenty-four seven for us
needy souls just short of perfect
all night cafe's are out
too greasy their fare is
not healthy for those
looking to be eternal
(can you imagine the waistline if)
not a musuem open past seven
how about we stand in the street
down at First Avenue
well lit and speed limit is 35
Police visit there every ten minutes
unlike the projects
and they tend
not to pull their guns
in this part of town

Are we genetic code
and components of the periodic table?

our evolutionary evolving
is surprising in it's rapidity:

let us blow the mass to bits today!

and see how long we wait...

for the next origin of consciousness
or the next analogy

of monkeys randomly
typing

a
Shakespearean
sonnet!

wisdom is there like the sky the tree's limbs
a flower a bud to open upon your smile
then take a whirl tilt
and spin like children
find in all the ordinary  
a thing you missed
before

slapped me in the face,
a thought did,
of a smile from afar
watching me scramble eggs.
with cheese and diced red onions,
wrapped up in a fried flour tortilla,
and how I dropped three eggs along the way for missy,
my labrador,
could only fit half my bounty on each shell
so the three orphan cats got their share.
and Missy got to clean my plate.
And I know she saw it all, saw the whole thing, though
she is 800 miles away.

a picture is a thousand words
while poetry is a million translations
of feelings said by one
to all

I've massacred the facts, torn truth into tiny shards
of a dandelion seed floating away into the cloud.
Where it floats as if it were vapor up and away.
Then this becomes a misty truth, a white cloud
so real to me I would like to float with it,
into the blue, into a sunset, into  the night.
And , truth be told, I am that cloud.
I am what I imagine.
The half-truths and full lies.
The blustering wind blows me farther,
so far from where I intended.
I am at it's mercy.

Clouds wind floating
    into the trees tall climbing
spires and pillows
     blend
I lay down
     to take them in,
Feel the Earth revolve.
          feel the breeze.
Atmosphere.

no matter how I teased no matter
how I danced Peacock showed or showered her
in her magnificence, she talked like friends
always proper
It made me wilder
determined
I tried more
harder more persistent and she was
always just out of reach
like angels  
breath
a tragedy
now a memory

I say, love,
actually when meaning peace
I felt on the meadow loam
stretching out on my back,

or the forest numerous  in visions
my sight so outnumbered
I cannot resolve any one tree.

Or, may I have thought of the
******* tryst I envision
looking at the stars of the universe.

Come I see,days and nights, trees
valleys hills to love, feasts
of days

reading, Thoreau , Walt Whitman,
next to you.

the down is
all I got
and the up so far away
no matter how I reach it escapes
then pause,

I think,
of the middle ground
how that is where I can
build my home make strong
the

core  
strong foundation
I suspect concrete enough
to face the fall with steps
to climb
should I recede again

there I build on center hill
dig down a wide rock base
lay my blocks straight as
stars that shine
light straight to
me through all the
dark

the basis of my
eternity
my base

dead bodies while alive poor Porphyria
strangled by her own hair
which could be no Fairy tale ,
jabberwocky, listens
as does that famous semicolon concise;
By Ezra Pound.
  creepy
innocence or infamous
we all get to sooner.
On to Popeye
"Farm Implements......"
title and poem supplied by Ashbury,
hang  an albatross but don't shoot it
Mr. Coleridge,
it will hang around your neck.

Midday weirdly
foisting
           Gay
balloons of water out
            
tomorrow's tears wave
In brightly colored sheets
Of cotton snowfall

August

Last year

Automachined
Roomba-ed
Telemetried on me
I've got flying machines
In my dreams
5g
Amazon prime oiled up
Mastercards
Smart phones that tell me
49% my battery
Has been used shopping online
At Walmart
Got a new habit
I think
Cept this drug dealer
Arrives in a big brown truck
UPS on the side
Keeping me in the latest connected
Device, alone,  tracking a
Number like
100762843
Awaiting the knock on the door
For my refill of nougats
Of 3d printing dots
So I can
Finish my
*****
With haptic
Vibrations
And siri impressions
Of ******* joy

threads borne onto wind like
spiders fly
off to Kalamazoo
or Greensburg
try
to make a home of substance
more centrified
like a cocoon
all cozy where
the grass is green the water sweet
the creek near
flowers grow wilder than in any envelope
of valentines
oh Bryan randomly Ohio I chose
to take my duffel pack to
open it
on the main street the boulevard
put out my sign
heart in need of healing
and await
see what happens

a was b cause c ause he d id e arned f irst g ave h is I d
j ust K arl L oved m any n ot o ne p er q uite r s ane t o
u ndo v ery w ell X poses Y z?

adrift the sky wandering
of moistness sent to hover here
to shed her tears
as rain on
downwind believers
or satan's kin
it is all just
heat
and pressure
differentials
the clouds are
god in
a way

a realm best seen at night on a hill in a field in the farthest reaches
away on your back lay among natures trees
in grasses and hear crickets and tender breezes
far from urbanized civility
get back to real life get to
know yourself investigate this world with eyes illuminated by
natural light then sleep when it gets dark awake
with the sun and birds and squirrels scurrying
then kneel down and bend down and throw arms up in ecstasy of
knowing and appreciating
where we belong
and back to
simplicity.

Cancel my reservations
                 appoint my appointments
I sip per diem and sup A la carte
                 my destination unknown to your heart ,
my laptop, of course, searches rentals
                 of sorts, no plane needed, flight warnings unheeded,
a trip, for sure.
               Away on Business...
or pleasure? ... or both?

is significant
    a dandelion
is really pretty
         much more,
I think than a close cropped
        perfectly manicured
lawn.

I like the sight of a bit
    of wild, the variances
of color and genera
      the birds seem to , too.

My landlord though,
    keeps threatening me
as I sit with a kitty
     playfully in three foot tall
lawns and weeds.

      so, I says to him,
I will cut it down
                  if you trim your wild ***
nose hairs,
you know different things bother
     him and me.

Afore conclusions astride delusion
along beside thesis'
right 'round I go like Pogo
the central theme
Bouncing 'tween
rationality and synthesizing
just enjoying this impression
its non- importance
its frivolity
its just being
a while before
I dream the
meaning.

it took but nearly a second
to sweep you off you feet
A wink
it took but a smile back from you
to make me complete,
we still are there,
in a good thing where
all I have to do is wink
you smile back
our passion eminently
true. Our secrets held  in full view.
The world outside us, stops,
looks at my winking at your smile.

i have had such a magnificent time here
on mama earth
been loved with so much abandon
been tried by so many woes
fallen down so many times
and always got back up
been without but never really
been destitute for
I always had on my shoulder
this little you
telling me in my ear gentle
whispering a few words
to keep me true calling me to wake up
stupid and see things real,
a little you my conscience
that scolded me when I did
wrong
and told me true
to not be too bold nor proud
when I did true.
A little bird like word on
my shoulder cawing talking like
a **** parrot,
awk
and I knew what it meant.

we rode to work together
Steve and I, Steve a true believer
in his second coming
and I a born again atheist
awkward at least
that he had the bad habit
of smoking up all his money
in eightballs and ******
and I was content to help
a fool like that
buy cigarettes
and coffee
that morning

Awkward
    It is
To be me,
     To be human
Connected in every way
      Yet lonely as hell
Like a ****
        In a garden
Of roses
Or a field of daffodils
Only the one
I feel
Feels this way
So bogus
       Cause
Supposedly
       We're all the same

by pen scribble
God, as near as you see fit
in black red blue ink
in blood,
grip by fingers feeling it,
you a maestro of the universe,
uncontained by limits or
history,
write the way a woman tastes,
her lips warm and wet,
or how a ***** purrs,
velvety soft,
How love melts the icy exteriors.
On tongues of passion and verbs.
The clock ticking, imaging, it stops,
while I compose
space time into one dimension,

the paper, the ink understanding everything.

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.

take whatever
the 60 inch flat screen telly
or my diamond earrings
  or the french door three thousand dollar
refrigerator
let me bend over,
here have the tattoo of you on my ***,
take it.
Just please, don' cut the wires
to my internet.

**** dumb driven
bass drum rhythm

wild
my head beating serious

top hat ringin'
snare drum upper taps
all goes in

rebounds
against my cranium
drives me\

nuts

Taking the fan brush
   in my hand I
dip it into Alizarin Crimson, oily

and gently touch
  one corner of my brush
into the white of canvas.

I swirl and create
  a beginning of a sunset.
Add now, some Ultramarine Blue

I blend
   into
          the background. Coyly.

numbered , for perpetuity
slid into an array
that parses my habits
fetishes
bank account name

my googly habits
every mouse click
archived
recalled remembered

so I am again the whole
of data bits bytes
the last site
I accidentally

clicked on where
naked gnomes
did unsightly things on the lawn
after dark

I must live up to it all
can't hide now
just tell me
it is not

gonna be shared to
my ole mama
in Michigan
who goes

by the name
of old hot mama!
like she did back in the day

when CB's ruled

A day brought forward past
The lightness into nighttimes
black blue everlasting thrusts
Pale of haunting foreboding
Tales of fear and animal lust
How then can characters be
Heroes protagonists when
In shadows predisposed
Fading into alleys masked faces
Caricatures of dissolved
Braque nudes no longer descending staircases
Just specters behind boxes
Grey skeletal membranes on cellophane wrappers lost
Dogs have licked clean
Avenue names on green Luminencsed
Signs a venue of closed
Restaurants the chairs gone inside parasols all foiled up
Flickers of candles tossed
Into puddles gathered to drench them along pebbled black walks
Feet long absent from
Then as a parallel one window
Above showing the orange of
Glow a figure looking
And you dissolve
As part of the night not worthy to know coil up rebound
Again
On your own

so long ago,, perhaps before
I was thought of
on the shoulder of a mountain
i was an old cedar
then, and lived centuries
just watching
the world turn
and the mountain and me knew
what was important
was being
more than I know
in this life
in the shadow
of then
now.

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

my successes came when
I said please and thank you
tipped my hat
looked her straight in the eyes
without blinking and said
you are so interesting
care to get a cup of coffee sometime
just simply sincere
and she would smile
most of the times
then say sure would
coffee would often lead to
a beer later
a goodnight kiss
a late embrace
another date
not innocent
at all ever
we stood our ground just
a little Gentlemanliness
still
in this day and age
can make a man wealthy
healthy
and smile

It is
of the earth's  way
a scale
balancing sunshine
with rain,

As a flower shares
the soil with a dandelion-
air with the ocean,
mountains and plains.

And the seasons turn
from spring into summer
then leaves fall
Soon, it snows.

And all are God's creations
the mighty to the small.
And how everything....
a thought to a heartbeat
a pups welp
to a trumpets sonorous
blast
in mountains
and valleys
echoes

sighs

Dust to dust and no stopping
reality or favors from Fairies,
no rest for the weary.
In the end going
back to beginnings,
is the way
All stardust
is created.

I obsess compulsively
in and out of continual focus
absorbing without effects
selective serotonin re-uptake
inhibitors, wearing out a path in my floor
as i go back and forth to the bathroom,
again    again   again
staring at a caricature of me
fixated on this one unruly hair
perpetually sticking up,
neither Brylcreem nor plucking can tame
all this irrational behavior.
I know all these years i have devoted are
in some psychotic haze.
I am bald.
But I still have
eyebrows.

if she could be a tree ag'in
never seen a balsa growin'
don't know about light wood

I am more acquainted
with the hardwood species
and as I speak

There in the woods, a balsa
tree floats off into the atmosphere
so light

It sho is
   sun up Daleville, hick down home
sure do- want sum
   grits- white steam risin'
black joe (later, home-brew)
   walkin' (no bus) one-yellow-light
Army town unemployed
   sunny-side up eggs and grits!

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

On the banquet table
          were poems and fables and sonnets
a feast laid before us
           words meant to be devoured
conveying a scene butter and bread
             describing a feast of desiring
all laid before us from animal and forest
                   before us all starving for
nourishment.

stark smiles
tall miles
token words

a genuine
moment missed
a pat on a son's head
a yes
you are beautiful
unsaid

A smirk a
deserted look
a lost remembering
a  promise missed
a lone day
you will regret

The kiss you remiss
a day you walked thru
dreamily
the son or daughter  
last love
who no
longer

remembers you.

Now,
you bark
growl
hiss.