33,34,35

33.

trash day

June 30, 2014 at 11:40am

whirring, clunking, punctuated by the occaisional crash!

filthy, stinking hulks open thier mechanical jaws

the odor of desperation is worse,

mostly old beer and stale b.o.

the dregs of society wait in line for thier cash

the lady with an honored citizen badge takes pause.

is it an honor or a curse,

that brings her here this early morn? 

a man wields a broom cheerfully just to make time pass

his nose, red and bulbous, hands like claws

a smile that says, "could be worse."

"they rent these machines you know."

"i know them inside and out. used to work for the company.

the people at the store don't know how to fix 'em.

they just press the reset button.

i told 'em I could fix 'em, but they won't pay me for it."

he shares his wisdom, 

then shuffles off, in search of his next beer.

i imagine myself different from the others.

bastard of the strange coupling of pollyanna sunshine and oscar the grouch.

having a home and a job.

i am here solely due to my passion for recycling,

i kid myself, selling cans for gas.

my mortgaged future,

one credit card payment from the street.

empty checkout lines mock the unemployed.

as grocery stores grow bigger, and fancier, yet hire fewer.

the canners remark, "it was better in the days when they hand counted."

"machines never work as well as humans, but they demand less pay."

what truly sets me apart is hope.

34.

sitting on the steps

July 8, 2014 at 2:54pm

 sunlight fluttering

on green leaves

old banana

brown and mottled

atop blue garbage can

former friend

turned foe

darts indoors

thinking he is

unobserved

banana bread

35.

August 30, 2009 · first fb post

large objects crashing into jupiter

dansing up the path

a circle of protection around my friends and family!

making dreams come true

cleaning up the aftermath.

.happy boxing day! 

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29.

the bicycle thief

 i finally find

the lock and key

you steal my handlebars from me

 without them i clearly cannot steer

i chase you and you run in fear

the house by the highway has holes in the deck

your broken legs are affixed to stilts

you accost the passers

for their cash

with these barking dogs

this dream cannot last

30.

heavy beats

August 20, 2014 at 5:35pm

thunk whappa-whappa

sticks strike buckets

as heat beats the street

clunk, wham, slam,

he coulda been a big star,

but here we are

sticks slappin'

feet tappin'

lean strong

limbs dance

as he raps and chants

put your money in the bucket!

his catchy refrain

how many dollars

will he catch today?

enough for a meal or

a place to stay?

play on brother, play.

31.

natarajasana

July 28, 2014 at 11:25am

each breath a note

in the whistling flute

of my throat

each word a chord

so hum

each fierce step 

i wield my sword

moments decisions

turn and spin

reaching out

or looking within

my soul inhabits

this fleshly sack

writing its song

with my swaying back

creating the shape 

of each moment

and phrase

as hours become days

we come here 

given this one chance

i feel the music,

lets dance!

32.

yesterday's synecdoche

July 17, 2014 at 7:10am

writing poetry in my dreams

beautiful handmade

raiment

rainbow healing altars,

scattered crystals

broken stones

too many witches 

in this kitchen

we need to restore order

before she returns

an homage to 

an artist and poet from the past

not forgotten

your face lives on in his

mingled with her beauty

he who hath an ear

let him hear.

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26.

graveyard of broken dreams

July 28, 2014 at 10:45am

rusted hulks of vehicles rise,

like tombstones amid overgrown weeds,

projects unfinished, going to seed.

frustrated goals silent screams

disappointments, designs undrawn,

forgotten fantasies, treasures pawned

opportunities come and gone,

when they knocked,no one was home.

depression, no motivation

illness, poverty, desperation.

suffering souls, deprivation.

lost ambition, no salvation.

death's shadow lingers here

longs to complete the devastation.

27.

walk on me

August 4, 2014 at 1:00pm

I am tired

of being a doormat.

every day

new feet

dirty, stinking

big and 

hairy

boots and 

stillettoes

they all want

the same thing.

they walk 

on me

break my back

expect me 

to clean 

the mess

they made

then they leave.

never looking

back

never considering what 

it's like

to be a door mat.

used by all

loved by none

alone in the end.

28.

labrynth

our walk is circuituous,

our work is arduous

our waking is spontaneous,

yet...

we wake

we walk

we work 

we return.

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23.

song to the sea

October 7, 2013 at 3:12pm

i got kissed by a barnacle,

and i never felt that before.

i felt stones rolling over my toes,

and it made me want to feel more.

and don't have a book to write down what it took,

just to get me to the shore.

 but i want to dive in and begin all again,

 when i come to the sea once more.

the sky is as blue as elvis's shoe,

and the sea is afroth like a dog.

and my heart is as high

as a cloud in the sky

as i sit here on this log.

24.

literal alliteration

April 18, 2014 at 7:58pm

in a moment of magic

i encountered

a flock of flickers.

they called to me and displayed 

their pink plumage.

enamoured and encouraged 

i knew that everything would be ok.

25.

another day

June 13, 2014 at 3:53pm

hang out with friends, 

move things around,

make art,

 listen to some music,

try to find some meaning.

enjoy life,

this moment, fleeting,

love,

chance meeting,

synchronous situations,

surprise, magic,

time outdoors,

in  nature,

in beauty,

truth,

justice,

random thoughts,

race in circles,

who is winning?

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18.  April 23

time is not linear,

earth is matrilineal, as we

circumambulate

circumnavigate

circumlocution

circle around the fire,

the center of the earth

entrain yourself

back to the old queen of hearts,

s.e. harold st.

la reina de los corazones

y los clubos

frank and evie,

charlotte, jesse,and, kelly

familar faces in a strange crowd.

zo.

karen coulter and karen silkwood

the earth day that wasn't.

happy/sad

19.  I don't need a grand home, with fine hardwood floors,

branches spread, o'er my head

tall grass and soft leaves, for my bed,

i don't see life as pest or weed,

mother earth provides all i need.

20.  si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,-

mi poema yo escribo lo opuesto.

viviria con mas cuidad.

trataria cometer menos errores

y no malgastar mi joventud.

pero yo chiste,

no cambiaria nada

en realmente.

21.  a dios le pido

que mi familia tenamos salud,

que mis suenos venga verdad,

que mi vida sea mas facil,

que terminan los guerros,

que vivamos en la paz,

que la gente sean libertad,

que encuentra allegra.

22. in dreams the sufis call to me. swirling, dancing by the riverbank.

the bel fire burns bright.

the drums,

the dancing girls,

strawberries in the wine,

songs and magic.

but i,

awake, in the city,

go to work, school, dr. appt.

but,

in my heart, in my heart,

i am dancing.

- the life of a modern mystic

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1.                                                                                                                                                                                             15.  My cup runneth over,

and onto the floor, it floods out the basement, but still there is more. Inundacion, terramoto, disaster, fiasco, blessings and curses and cosmic karmic jokes, parasites and parasols protect us from ourselves, a whirling, swirling vortex, from whence does it pour, land of the free, where the poor are fat, and the rich are poor, our cup runneth over, and still we want more. What is it all for?

Thank you, may I have another?

  16.  Indidginous-

a murder of crows

and a loveliness of ladybugs

did didgeridoo one day.

whilst out by five rivers,

two girlz got the shivers

from riding too long in the rain.

in this strange world, what poisons us can be healing,

and what heals can harm.

hurting and healing, learning and growing,

finding some meaning, the hidden revealing.

  17.  April 19

my dreams,

dear to my heart,

unfolding like the buds of spring.

exploring the canyon,

deeper than before,

on a quest for otter, beaver, and lamprey.

found none, but the inevitable signposts

lead me onward.

fishing poles of childhood,

trillium fading, moss covered trees, fiddlehead ferns,

the aroma of skunk cabbage in full bloom.

a canada goose pauses to nibble.

raindrops reflecting in still water

an array of birds, wild and colorful,

the wood duck in full splendor

raucous calls and delicate songs,

blue heron, mallards

a large turtle plops into the water

floating, drifting

tiny, shiny head above

sunken carapace.

abstract sculptures

carved by crafty beaver,

the dam, long and winding,

across this watery haven,

shaping a new terrain.

the hand of man in concert with nature,

can create great beauty or great destruction.

arching bridges, cozy benches, bird houses and picnic tables.

limb lined trails with fresh red bark to cushion the step

and absorb the slippery mud.

at last the trail opens

into a meadow of grape hyacinth,

willows and roses. a neighborhood of houses,

prayer flags flapping in a breeze.

wild in the city

i return by way of a different path. somehow changed by my excursion. by a leaning cedar, i find a pair of rusty scissors, long forgotten, but still snippy. i will keep them as a memento. sand away the rust, and make them utile again. one must make room in one’s life for joy and pleasure. no need to count on others for fulfillment. a simple walk in the wilds of nature alone can inspire. i resolve to return again on fridays to explore anew, camera in hand. my quest continues.

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1.                                                                                                                                                      10.  Listening to good tom waits covers

and drinking whiskey sours.

I check your I.D.; I take your money,

this is my kind of night.

A magical rock and kind words from strangers

I am in love with love.

But I still need a man.

Someone to sing my love songs to,

someone who understands my heart.

I found my chocolate Jesus,

but he doesn't want to save my soul.

(or carry my baggage.)

Every stranger's face

reminding me

of another

time and place

Iowa

Alaska

Indiana

passports and cards,

each unique,

prove who you are.

Innocent when you dream.

I asked him out,

again. He said no,

(this time)

He questions my motives,

(and so do I)

Cash box, list, giant block of chalk

talked with a clown I used to know,

about how mental illness ruins lives.

New Zealand,

Australia,

Czech Republic,

(be my lover?)

The house where nobody lives.

Eggplant and roasted red peppers,

keeping me satisfied.

Regina LaRocca is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.

and Paul Davies is a damn fine kazooist too.

11.  P-funk

Paid my taxes to uncle jam,

harder than Japanese arithmetic,

she said it tasted like velvet,

I made her breakfast in the morning.

p- Funk was in the house last night!

Thank you 2 feathers

12.  I am amelie

; kismet, fate, anomaly, simile and homily majored in astronomy. Karl is the voyeuristic painter; gar is the one armed grocer. Is damos the ghostly porn store clerk? Getting the feeling that the world is a web of conspiracies within conspiracies, life is a sequence of synchronicity and coincidence, an everlasting déjà vu, did this happen before, or did I dream it? Robert Anton Wilson had it spot on. Que causualidada! What a bizarre, absurd coincidence! 

13. Wishes

are horses and beggars do ride! All you are seeking is waiting inside!