simply wasted breath
The elite poets have already spoken

being adept at free verse
not boasting of being a poet at all,
I feel you have the potential
of the highest mountain,
shielding a volcano to explode.
and explode you must,
as well as explore
beyond the realms
of the poetic constraints

Shakespeare wouldn't have been living till today,
had he stifled himself
with poetic limitations
In which we prefer to chain...

This ain't about advancing age
or its affect on strength and stride
I'll not write such on this page
this old fart has too much pride

None want to hear of loss of hair
how it migrates to back and ears
why would anybody even care
to hear about the late night fears

Who cares about loved ones now passed
or the ever shrinking pool of friends
the worry that I'll be the last
of my classmates to reach their ends

silken one
a sky steeped
fetch yourself through rivers
of alleys
spires where angels kneel

fits of elation
tremble on your head
a steady remainder
of the time you were dead

I saw the happiness you
hung
like sunlight beams
for evening dance

you lay your coolness
upon my brow
the heat and thrill
a shadow chill
a curtsy bow

a black and white
recital stream
that whispers dark
a sacred dream

The photograph stills,

A face now fractured has
nowhere to look as the
photograph stills, while
coloured pain and paint
still run
There shall be no more
blushing of skin, when
a tiny word removes what
someone else has done.

Complexion, just a myth
perpetuated by a wall street
bulletin board.
When an ugly fish is captured
by the hook, it will hang silent
until it’s time comes to
be ignored.

Excuse me
for interrupting
I'm just passing through
through the membrane
of your brain
just a thought, thinking of
passing through
like a memory
galloping into view

take me now

rein me in
and I'm yours or
leave me alone
as if I never was
a war child without a home

Nourish me with distance.
Blind me with your light.
Dance me from your insight
or take from me a brilliant bite.

The mountain lion looked around

in search of some kind of treat,

he knew not, from where it’d come

he just had to have some meat.

It seemed he’d searched for quite some time

hunger starting up a trauma,

when finally his eyes did find

a healthy piece of brahma.

He caught his meat-and he did eat

‘twas even better than a deli,

he ate up almost all his prize

and severely gorged his belly.

Proud of himself, and of his catch

he laid down on the canyon floor,

I was visiting
a Central library once
a young gal was going around the library
in circles....
I volunteered to help her
in case she was struggling
for something special
and this is what she said to me.

'''Sir my mom told me
to go around
to a library to see,
how many guys come looking for me,
as they would think,
I'm as knowledgeable
as the librarian
and would propose to marry me ...''

Sir will you now help me?
What to marry thee!

ABOUT RESURRECTIONS

We all suffer and endure
a crucifixion
of one kind or another
a hundred or more
in a lifetime.
We bleed through the heart
and the mind turns
on itself
in brutal insanity
Into dark places
we must fall
for there can be
no resurrection
without the soul’s near dying.

when he was called back Home I hated You
for stealing such a treasure from my world
I screamed at You and begged it be untrue
anathema I, to the heavens, hurled

ashamed, I ask now that You will forgive
my petty, childish, human ignorance
in questioning the reason, Your own motive
in making me abide within his absence

for since assured acceptance has begun
I fully understand I should not whine
because deep down I know he was Your son
long before he ever came as mine
.

The smell after removing soak sweat panties
cock before the room of only two eyes
her full summery incense
beads along the small platform breast
dewdrops freeing the hole

legs apart slow shaking
vintage Bebop
flip flop two cheeks
fanning summers heated tushy

stay . . . manifest
upon request
descriptive thorough blue note
on back of signature jacket of Bud Powell

her summery scent now pronounce
by tangle whips of humid air
from an open window low puffing voile
cast an usual aphrodisiac