What have you done, little grey wing Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba Heard the poetry of Lorca Stolen a song of some ruiseñor Returned with them swelling your breast? Again, to the moon’s full glow Accompanied by crickets, the songs Filter through the lemon tree. The mockingbird awakens me. THIS is what I MEAN!!!
When I cut my hair it always grows back again– Goodbyes Aren’t for friends
Yoga class at the lake, she catches his eye An electric charge in the brain… Not the spring lilac, nor the plum in bloom Something more unnatural The odor of perfume, the beauty in surprise. Waves of the seasons ring the shore Spirit seeks a form, an afternoon union– They do not know what Causes their communion– […]
For for Mary Leary The cracked world strangely abstract Flowers panic in the window box Crows eat the petals of mourning Unpeaceful Xanax morning, I should meditate, but this is fine Poetry calms the storms of afternoon until A gathering of friends SOMA Heads looking for a fix in my room Invisible bandito on the […]
Heaven is a dream state here on earth. We love completely and are completely loved. We dream whatever makes us happy. It all happens in an inescapable state of sleep. Hell is a wakeful state in the living nightmares We create for others and ourselves. They all happen as if for the first time. We […]
(upon a painting by Yumi) If not for bouquets of summer glory gathered by gentle hands What reason for gardens by the sea? The muffled break of waves is not as loud As the whiff and whirr of hummingbirds Black and yellow bumble bee busy in the bloom, Each comes to gather gold– Drawn by […]
These beasts snapping from all sides just before they ate me alive I sang a tune they fell asleep then dead except for one hatched in my head. I’ll tame it at home– but where is my staff of light where is the map I had in my sack– lost. I like Of Monsters & […]