Gibberishaciousness

Imbriation of a sort,
the kind no one talks of
except the type that
scorns without frittance;
gastony could be a
nue factor in some cases
but far less in its
protention that most
of the tendacious realize
as the puzzle of the
turning point becomes
less vague, with many
knowing less and
caring more about
the craveants
subternent imbercence,
I know I can't
even imagine it.

1979 

Sign for a Texas BBQ place

Near Kilgore, Texas 1971 

Into the mulberry surf

Beach sunset

. . . .sometimes i know
i orbit too far,
too far from the real,
too far from the average;
the more i spin
the deeper i go,
the farther out
i fly,
the better i like it,
and then,
i get pulled back
by some kind
of magnetic guilt field.

February 2005

Genghis Khan and his brother, Don. . .

Genghis Khan and his brother, Don
Could not keep on keepin' on,
We'll climb that bridge,
When it's dumb and gone.

Whoo-ee, ride me high,
Tomorrows the day
My brides a-gonna come,
Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly,
Down into that easy chair.

Bob Dylan 1967

Pensacola Beach from the dunes

 

Tyger! Tyger!

Tyger! Tyger!
Burning bright
In the forests of the night. . . .

Mysterious Island

some long day
some long time away
won't no one be around
to hear you say your say

some far time when
your goodfriends gone
when its way too late
to know whats going on

time has a notion
of sliding through your grip
while you're into doing one thing
you've let some other slip

1998 

Redcrab

 

Roper at dusk

Oklahoma, blowing dust. .

Ropers riding in the dusk. .

Doing what they really like. .

Evening slowly stealing light. .

Lenapah, Okla . 1962

Iceblue nude

sometimes when i think of you
the memory is through and through
like a bullet missing bone
something dark and all alone

like a statue made of snow
temporary, i should know
solid ice, it looks like you
a work of art, carved in blue

carved in blue, chipped away
i work upon it, every day
perhaps i'll finish sometime soon
or wait until the next bluemoon. . .

2006 

Bear

Fur of chestnut, red of nose,
his tongue as pink,
as some young rose,
whuffing, snuffing, as he goes,
having dogdreams, in repose,
his ears are velvet,
soft and fine, their smoothness
seems almost divine,
his muscles ripple,
serpentine, with melting eyes
like amber wine,
this faithful dog,
our pride and joy,
strong and handsome,
big bearboy.

Stealth Poetry

Coming in below mental radar. .. . .

Goddess of the Moon and Night

 

The highwayman

Rolling thunder in the
afternoon sun,
on downhill run to the coast.

The diesel screams
eighteen-wheel blues,
as if t'were a sixty-foot ghost.

It highballs the roads
like a clipper of yore,
where cities are far distant ports.

The captain and driver
are one in the same,
their logs are of similiar sorts.

Rattling, roaring with the
downshifting groans,
a behemoth loaded with dreams.

It follows the lines
blinking yellow and white,
reflected by bright highway beams.

July 1998 

U.S.Sps Olathe

USSPS Olathe
Galx 12063
Report to base 687Cx
Underway in total cryonicphase

Req. loc info.

region 45ysd

Negative respons.

. . .before the rain

so dark. . .
the blueblack sky
enshrouded by
falling clouds of mist. . .
heavy wetness
so cool and thick
crawling humidity. . .
the nightwind
slides across my face,
i walk and feel
at one
with slippery darkness
the air is so condensed
i think i am drinking
but without effort. . .
no stars, no moon
only blueblackness. . .

self-portrait 1980

Time will tell

keeping touch
of all the hours
i have spent
with you
mixing our emotions
sometimes
makes me
wonder why
i do it. . . .
 

Blue

far and away
it sometimes seems
that longed for light
that ebbs and flows
at the edge
of my psyche
is a mental
bollard
to which
my mortal hawser
is moored.

2006

 

Seeing

A zen master
once said:

It is not
the way
that you
see things
it is the way
that you
look at them. . . 

Cabeza de azul

He
Often
Hears
Much
Who
Listens
To
His
Own
Thoughts

1992 

USSPSTM36

Transmission
Gal x 1337 yr 22o9
Sector KC 1950

Emer. alert
have lost contact/w
Neum Class cruiser
Fleet convoy 67
Suggest Cosmosdar scan
Absolute disappearence
Confirmed

Les pathe'tiques

waded a river,waded a creek,
took me four months and a week,
crawled a mountain, crawled a flat
found the worth of this and that,
swam in an ocean, swam in a sea,
with a blanket of loneliness covering me,
gone in a moment, gone in a nod,
lost in a winter promenade,
gave me a heartache, gave me a sting,
showed me exactly what time can bring
hurt for days, hurt for weeks,
center stage for "les pathe'tiques"
1972

Red

Anger
is the
pathway
to
chaos.

lao-tse

the genii

the genii lives, they say,
inside a bottle
corked in , full and tight
if someone pulls the cork
the genii comes out
to grant the wildest wish;
and then, there are those
who say that when the genii is free,
he who pulled the cork
becomes the inhabitant,
the slave of the bottle
and only Kismet can release the spell ,
and the view from inside the bottle
is blurred by sadness and anger
and memory fades
but the need to remain inside the bottle
is greater than the desire to be out.


lines for a friend who drank himself to death. . . .

Existence

. . . and when this dream does finally fade
away to some dawning
of an entirely different existence,
and when after everyone has left this scene,
gone curiously to some odd spot,
shuffled off to some somewhere
we cant't even imagine,
time will pass
and might go slow,
but still i think it will invisibly
go shadowing through
into some different air
where i feel sure we will meet again. . .
1998

Birdfish

 

Advantage- Alien

rolling a bounder over the drance
into the grissle just past the crance,
where the heck have the didderwoks gone
and left all their mithzerns anon?
snarking those giddles with a flip of he wrist
they gorvel away with a definite list,
bouncing and bubbling into the night
laughing and sniffling 'til dawns early light,
priggling and gizzering into a dorph
they giggled and harped at the paranoid smorph,
I fear they returned to my closet tonight
so keep the door closed or I'll freak out from fright
1993 

hacienda eyes

hacienda eyes
bring me back to you,
taking all the time
we blew away;
our world sailed by
in tandem with our dreams,
and we never hoped
for any other way,
southern mornings came and went
no one counted hours,
we just passed time
inside our hearts
and slid above the wind,
rainy nights were fine
with smoke and dark red wine,
those hacienda eyes
that haunt me still,

they never will be gone.

Windward Passage

windward passage
time is tough. . .
sometimes love
is not enough. . .
clouded romance
seems unreal. . .
wounded hearts
offtimes don't heal. . .
scattered mem'ries
come and go. . .
as a torrent
seems to flow. . .
1983