to fall asleep under a tree
blue shades of grass
laid back dog pal
and mud between my toes

one more shoeless day of denial

rosebud, my rosebud

now today, a tuesday afternoon
a knock on the door
I cringe

THE ILYAD

In Paphos, one momentous spring, (when nothing much was happening)
A rock-fall in a tomb caused consternation:
Behind the rocks, revealed at last, a great epistle from the past
In ancient Greek, which needed true translation.

Unfortunately for us all, to translate what was on the wall,
A vagrant Scottish drunk blagged his way in.
What follows is his woeful verse, which made a bad job ten times worse
In his grave old Homer’s having quite a spin
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Implosion

mallet strikes
bone splitting blow
unseeing eyes
reflect
explosions
of pain
vision erupts
in starburst patterns
and shards
of splattered brain
this headache;
MIGRAINE!

'Twas over forty years ago
came The Hammer and the snow.
The flying mountain which brought ruin,
freed the wolf, the lion and bruin.

Near a full year of no sunlight
resulted in near total blight.
Of trees and plants a sudden dearth
and famine came to all on earth.

"'Merica" was called this bitter land
ere the glaciers came to hand.
Their conquest still shows no retreat
none ever have enough to eat

I thought
I saw his eyes
in the headlights

staring,
numb,

blind to change,
open to adaptation;

tight-twisted with colored sugars
to sweeten past paths
and make the hard roads
seem

softer.

Myopia helped him forget
about human beings;

free and equal,
with dignity
and rights.

It helped him define mankind by its color
and strength of mind by its sex

and he forgot

that humanity is endowed with reason,
conscience,
and an inner spirit of brotherhood.

the rain falls here
despite it
i am not despondent
freshness comes with water
washes clean
all the stains
i have been friend and
confidante
a failure and success

home will resume with
more of the same
different people
directions and dreams
memories stay
tucked in pictures

in gestures and actions
life will be as restless as it was
no regrets
i left them
long ago

hold me
billow sail
silvered with
lust

the rust of mermaid
hair the streamer
calm

changeling heart
we play the part
The hero racing
the Villian proud

the mirror whispers
like waves on sand
the slither tongue

and a jaundice moon
slides like clockwork
through the ruins

"What are you waiting for"
exhaulted exhale
I can taste the salt
I can feel the depths
your scales writhing
with your turns

warm
slippery
love

in dreams
the corridor to you
remains open
you say
"enter, my Love"

no bridges, no rivers
to cross,
nothing to say
nothing but this
opening

there are no words,
only poems,
there are no poems
only poets, there are
no poets
only lovers who dream.

Last night,
The crumpled bed sheet
Indicated the sojourn
you undertook
In the middle
Of a stark helpless,
lonely night,
as you braved
The surf alone
Oh what a bone!

this time
I won't do that again
so what do I do
I do it again!

the human psyche
is a bitch
full of shit
mostly

but then, though not often
brilliance times ten
from the same mentality
who repeatedly
puts his boots on the wrong foot

If you are not crazy by now
you haven' lived long enough
for some it takes a lifetime and a half
but, as you see
once again
there is something wrong with this logic

I won't do that again

yeah, right!