a library in process holding collection of my writing projects including expository essays, articles for counter-culture magazine, sudden fiction and freeverse poetry – organized by form or collection
Cobbled busy streets
Never felt so lonely and brave
So far away from any lover
Even further from your grave
Remember you on blue highways
See you in crowded bars
Feel you at desert campfires
Where we sing you name to stars
Steady on Time Traveler
We’ll see you in a decade past
Same way we saw you in a silent film
Organ playing far too fast
See you in Paris in the twenties
Drinks with Zelda and Fitz
Or in the Cavern in sixty-two
Lounging with Pete Best
Hot water sizzles in kettles
With black and white electricity
We’ll keep an eye on your kin
As though pleasant and obligatory
We’ll bore them with the stories
Of us – young, invincible and fine
Occasionally beautiful and convinced
We’d live to at least hundred and nine
Driving with your laughs
Talking with your hands
Swerving up forgotten backroads
To a reunion with unknown friends
Everyone’s champion
Scattered leaves
confuse the pattern
on rigid bricks
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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I am ready at last for the unrelenting savagery or call to your actions, seductions, or even rampant affection, genuine for the time at present.
I require not a guarantee, only unequivocal intensity by and for soft strong fingers and supple form
Slay me, command me, instruct me, mark me as yours when your commands drift to my ears, will pretend i allow you to dominate me but in reality, i possess no choice.
I am supple in flesh and mind – long surrendered to your charms.
Your letters sent in secret, your annotations, my replies, bundled in brown manila, i assume secreted to a trusted friend in a Balkan enclave with suspect postal service.
The cancellations – round and particular, glue melts to tempt prying eyes. I do not mind if someone knows our deepest fondest codes. While they can set the letters to words to prose, they cannot comprehend the sweet honey you mix with Turkish coffee cooled only by the same ice cube i run along your sustaining bosom, – providing a life i could never know before.
Double parked
on a parallel highway
Broke down and hazy
on an alternate byway
I called out to God
Odin and Buddha
all i learn’d is
they all are much taller
Parallel parked in an
galactic spacepod
Where mustangs roam freely
if you promise to return
Floating far above any water
drinking only mud and mire
chasing fireflies in ditches
tangled cactus and barbwire
I’ll build up a lost slab
a hut of cow dung and roadkill
i’ll meditate on the lizards
and what for the return signal
Magnolias and hibiscus
it’s was sure nice to meet us
i’ll send live oak telegrams
with greetings from the forge
Furious strider
flustered,
cursing into a box
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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Solarium inducing
Hibernation
Rest without remorse
Do I change when the moon comes?