You begin in the twitch of conception, a long narcotic lullaby until the song vibrates in every cell and bone. We will never be rid of each other, so come, come, little ones will circle in dance striking your face with flowers I loved, mocking your toothy grin they will never take your outstretched hands, […]
Category: Friendship
What is There?
What is there in the end but forgiveness And forgiving one’s self. What is regret when we cannot go back To change anything done? We only move forward To more change, the slow breakdown Of the body, aging and death, There is that, of course, but The quicker one can do it the better: Live […]
Five Seven Five
When I cut my hair it always grows back again– Goodbyes Aren’t for friends
After My Mom Died
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 […]
Shock
Some One Asked What I Meant When I Said The Oneness of Being I was shocked they didn’t know
Mantra
This may be nothing new nothing at all or nothing now you need to take to heart, whatever it is to you it will mean nothing until realized: with billions of minds, hearts savage wills pulling at the seams of reality it’s a wonder the whole doesn’t tear open spill out into riots, revolutions, war, […]
Love Poem at 4 am
He holds me so close we dream the same dream But I cannot sleep while I remember A dream of driving down a back road in the dark Hoping for collision, a head-on in his arms. That could be my freedom, no one really knows Exactly when we go and I am recalling the look […]
A Kind of Drinking Song
The celebrants of Friday scotch, men of lesser deeds Spent time like pocket change in endless café-bars Made noise enough to wake the quick and dead: There was light drizzle on a cherry blossom way, The six of us, smashed, but more high on ourselves As most young men will be when booze is abused, […]
For Trinidad Garcia
Nothing is created, nothing destroyed Before the match was struck fire was here row on row of votives burning before Our Lady Guadalupe the moon and stars at her feet, angels attending– An image in oils only, but tonight, as you lie dying She floats over holy fire and water hovering above the cold pews, […]
