bluenymph

blue seas
blue skies

salt spray
gull cries

all alone
sea and rocks

forgetting time
forgetting clocks

knowing you
was just a phase

blue times
blue haze 

Black-eyed susans

HAIKU

these black-eyed susans

like a painting of a dream

in morning sunshine. . . .

The bride of Amen-hotep

 

Waiting for Salvatore Dali

stands a griff, full of snarl,
is tranchant as a sneevil,
beezle nosed as is a chancher,
a snazzled firnster, bad of eye,
He wakes to frappis maybe sooner,
The griff is marksome and still is broon,
is riddle-rad and wastidoo
I wish he'd stay away from you.
Stands he there below the jarsk,
Fear him, geeds,
He wants your snurr, your purr,
Your peace and all your kingdom too

Deepstreet heat

sunrise comes but once a day
and sunsets never more
we play our game the best we can
and seldom ever score
deepstreet sidewalks dallas town
so hot in june we frown
mirror buildings cast in fire
the heat is heavy damp and dire

The Fortress of Nookertan

In his fortress all of stone
Dwells the Wizard, all alone
Moonlit walls enshadowed blue
He plans his magic mystic coup,
He often ponders things unreal
With his Familiar at his heel,
And staring off to parts unknown
His colors swarm, his mind is blown
He mounts his Zephyr, flies away
Amid the stars he plots his day. 

The last train out

Down a track
Long and clean
Roars a thunder
Loud and mean,
In a passage
Cold and lean
A mystic truth
Will soon be aseen,
Through the valley
Damp and dark
An engine rumbles
Black and stark,
Its coming in
With horn ablare
The last train out
For anywhere. 

beyond the looking glass

Mysterious woman
with your gypsy eyes
as warm and dark as
a sultry Texas night,
your womanscent is
an enveloping aura
like the pale haze
that surroounds
the summermoon.

April 1987 

suborbital message

. . . .above average intent often
prevails over nonregulated
and sinuous trains of thought
where theorems and cosines
become tangential or possibly
corruptive in their offspeed orbits
which appear to be connected
by some uncommon thread. . . .

Alabama Fightin' Chicken

 

the Comet of Id. . . .

blue irridescence from indigo purple
it shines into magenta. . .

deep in my psyche
suddenly sapphire or ultramarine. . .

it glows in its pleasure of being released
into shimmering violet blue. . .

beautiful colors are throbbing
in my being but not in my seeing. . .

cobalt to cerulean intangibly calling
pulling me forward. . .

i sink to oblivion becoming bluelight
when forgetting myself. . .

lines composed on February 20,1992 

The spoor of Ithoscidaes

 

The wisdom of Gibran

 

Razorback

Blur of blurs, hide and hair,
Dust and mudsmeared snout
Always mad, always bad
It sniffs and snorts about,
Teeth and tusks, foetid breath,
In Arkansas it lives
Everything is what it takes
And nothing what it gives

bluebird

she called my nane and smiled me over
down at the bottom of the Blue,

she turned and then she left me
someone i met but really never knew,

her eyes were moist but not with tears
she felt the touch of those twilight years

a missing person that i looked for,
down at the bottom of the Blue,

always near but never close
down at the bottom of the Blue. . . .

Opti-Cron Orbiter sector 13.11 f12n

 

Thankin' Blues

i been thankin' mighty long time
how come you lef' me wif my eyes ashine?
full of tears from wantin' you
all these years i been so blue. . . .
i been wondrin'all these years how you could
leave me with my eyes full of tears?
full of tears from wantin' you
all those duns that were not due. . . . .
i been thankin' all these years
of all your hopes and all your fears
full of tears from lovin' you,
but never knowin' what to do. . . .

i been thankin' all this time
that you ain't his and you ain't mine. . . . 

SideStreet

There is always a mouth
At the back of your head,
A voice like a saw on a nail,
An eye like a bullet
molded from poisonous lead
And a mind that is thin as rail.
There is always a darkness
Right over there,
And a thing that you know is all wrong,
A parcel of something
You need to ignore
A place where you do not belong.

September 1oth, 1975

spacescreen 13ghm

coordinates 67bg x12.9d
full flame at 49.37 hrs galactime
sector f10 ignitor pin 

the python

I'm your python, baby,
I'm your python, big and strong,
I'll wrap my coils around you
And I'll wiggle all night long. . .
I'm your python, baby,
I'm your python smooth and sly,
My stare will hypnotize you
As I gaze into your eye. . .
I'm your python, baby,
I'm your python starved and lean,
I'll swallow you entirely
You are my haute cuisine. . .
I'm your python, baby,
I'm your python long and brown,
Come closer to my tree, dear,
I think I'll slither down. . . 

Sailormen and sloops

riding the edge of a glistening wave
the winds make sailormen brave
standing away to storms chilling air
feeling her teeth that few others dare
humming shrouds and a sinuous wake
sailormen give and sailormen take
the rain is cold on a sailormans face
but fullsail heeling is a feeling of grace
sail to the moon in the dark of the night
or steer for the sun on its watery flight

crawling Kingsnakes

 

les chaussures rouges

 

the edge

rolling on the edge upon the curving blue
nothing is important beyond the blending hue
sounding into thunder's mighty bellowed roar
hissing whisper of the waves that lick the thirsty shore
moving waters formulate a diamond effervesce
brightlights on wavetops dance like a cobalt sequined dress
pungent sea air wafts from off the fulsome swale
the scent of the ocean is a pleasure to inhale
shoreline life and also death pervades this salty strand
crabs and gulls attend the dead , life is water, sun, and sand

its great living by the ocean

 

moon trick

just the other evening
well, everything was fine,
nothing much was bothering me
my ducks were in a line,
it was a lovely evening
the wind was soft and warm,
daylight crawled completely off
and the stars began to swarm,
darkness kinda crept
the night fall to proclaim
then the moon slid up beside me
and mumbled out her name. . . .

Tao Extraordinary

are we what we are
or only what we seem?

are we lovers
or only some strange team?

are we going
or coming back again?

are we real
or have we never been?