Smoky sky in Arkansas

Camp Albert Pike,
Arkansas
1979

"ever'thang got a place"

woman got a mindset
like i know i never see
all she do is hurt me
why cain't she let me be?

ol' dog he got his doghouse
owl he got his tree
but since she be done run off
ain't no place lef' for me

woman got a mindset
like i know i never see
all she do is hurt me
why cain't she let me be?

she done run out of money
but she still got lotsa time
that when she always find me
sayin "she ain't got a dime"

woman got a mindset
like i know i never see
all she do is hurt me
why cain't she let me be?

well, i need to go to Arkansas
where i can mope around
someplace away from Texas
someplace i cain't be found

woman got a mindset
like i know i never see
all she do is hurt me
why i cain't she let me be?

1979
Blues song with no music

familiarity

familiar thoughts
familiar sights

things we've shared
through days and nights

familiar touch
familiar smell

we seem at times
in parallel

familiar words
familiar sounds

yet now i feel
so out of bounds

1983

Pisces Calender

the
chill
of
January
has gripped
my aching knee
in the clasp
of it
icy jaws.

January

2007

2007

 

Times

last times are hard times
since your speech
becomes all slurred. . .

last times are bad times
because your
vision gets all blurred. . .

last times are tough times
since your heart
becomes so sore. . .

last times are sad times
because you kmow
there are no more. . .

1987

. . . .running to Nirvana

lonely miles
in the hidden side of town
somewhere strange
where i've never been
lonely miles and cumulus clouds. . . .

hot summer sun
unknown faces
they wonder who i am
sometimes i do too
a cool breeze
and i reach for Nirvana . . .

198

Bluestime

1986 

Yin and Yang

in the study of opposites
the thought is of differences,
black and white,
night and day,
sweet and sour,
love and hatred,
good and evil,
and on, and on.
If running has strengthened my legs
and increased their size with muscle
then exercise to my physical body has done it,
if physical exercise is for the body,
then non-exercise is for the pyschological,
so that as the legs of a runner develop
in size and strength during exercise
so does the mind develop
in mental ability during non-exercise
or meditation and the contemplation of nothing.

1987

Changes

changing dramas day by day
a world of problems in the way,

passing fancies in your grip
seems like nowhere is a trip,

promised plans all laid out
end in failure or in doubt,

hidden meanings out of touch
lost emotions all too much,

grand solutions bright and clear
erode to haze or puzzled fear,

one thing is certain and it seems so strange
all things change except for change.

1982

sloops off Sanders Beach

2007 

brewery shift

planning time from day to day
seeing things that get away

lineing up and lineing out
knowing much but still in doubt

giving up and giving in
it just becomes a second skin

planning time from hour to hour
missing things to lack of power

taking hold from someone else
amid the screaming decibels

you fight the thing or just get by
ofter never knowing why

1992

Piscean haikus

the sun slowly rises
kisses your face, then rolls on
facing destiny. . .
*
the fish slowly swims
tastes the water, then swims on
swimming his way on. . .
*
the moon hides her face
behind the hovering cloud
she waits for its touch. . .
*
the fish slowly floats
waiting for the rising moon
to leave or to stay. . .
*

1981
17 sylablle each (5 - 7 -5)

fleurs

1975 

Blues song

a woman ain't forever,
de trufe is plain to see
dey be wif you a moment
den dey wantin' to be free,

time done brought de message
on a cloudy afternoon,
seem like monday mawnin'
come down a little soon,
rain come down dis mawnin'
it wet mah battered haid
cold wind howled de story
i played and den i paid,

a woman ain't forever,
de trufe is plain to see
dey be wif you a moment
den dey wantin' to be free,

she made me feel so needed
like a sole upon a shoe,
made me think that lovin'
would never make me blue,
den somebody tole me
about her wanton ways
guess i won't forget her
all my lonely days,

a woman ain't forever,
de trufe is plain to see
dey be wif you a moment
den de wantin' to be free.

1982

i am, you are. . .

i am an actor, you are my guise,
i am a winner, you are my prize,

i am a drunkard, you are my wine,
i am the sun, you are my shine,

i am a mountain, you are my height,
i am the moon, you are my light,

i am an addict, you are my dope,
i am a wan'drer, you are my hope,

i am the dawning, you are the day,
i am a laborer, you are my pay,

i am a hunger, you are my need,
i am a miser, you are my greed

i am the heartbeat, you are my blood,
i am a river, you are my flood.

1981

psychedelicat

2007 

Absentia

. . .these few miles
i tread each day
are the prize of my life,
Eldorado,
The Fountain of Youth,
Nirvana,
my secret place,
the time i'm gone is my reward,
when no one knows
where i might be,
away, away,
the running is my spirit freed,
the sweat is my balm. . .

2004

Vacation

late at night
when things are right
i 'ope my mind
for things to find. . .

early mornings
when freedom yawns
i watch the riddled
purple dawns. . .

not to worry
not to fear
no one breathing
on me here. . .

vacation time's
a perfect ride
a gentle horse
an easy stride. . .

1979

Blue violin

1990

Blue goodbyes

i hate to say goodbye
it sorta makes me blue
but you're not into me
like i am into you. . .

i guess i've gotten dull
the things i say are dumb
i just don't turn you on
it kinda makes me numb. . .

goodbye is hard to say
farewell seems absolute
i want to say a lot to you
but i feel a little mute. . .

so i'll just say see you later
and try to find the door
go ahead and keep my heart
i don't need it anymore. . .

1982

smoke

the smoke
in your eyes
comes from
the fire
of your femininity. . .

1981

Trio

1977 

sure-nuff woman

say, look out now,
she's a sure-nuff woman
i can tell by the look in her eyes
oh, yeah, look out now
she's a sure-nuff woman
i can tell by the curve of her thighs

say, look out now
she's a sure-nuff woman
i can tell by the flash of her smile
oh, yeah, look out now
she's a sure-nuff woman
i can tell by her soft southern style

say, look out now
she's a sure-nuff woman
i can tell by the taste of her kiss
oh, yeah, look out now
she's a sure-nuff woman
i think she is my genesis. . .


blues song sans mots, , ,
1981

the Tao of the greenhouse

green days find me
fast outside
where golden skies aswarm,

blue days take me
where i hide
two steps beyond the norm,

pink days wind me
like a clock
to see beyond within,

clear days make me
leave the flock
i'll lose or else i'll win. . .

1981

ROGAH

2005 

Rogah

grazzled nurdlings standing by,
murkened thisters wonder why,
mirksome frappis in a row
rincid oddlers start to show,
brimbat, gurdah, rank and file,
zock procasters mile by mile,
atop a phlanx the rogah stands
grelling rettas on his lands,
the rogah flies, wing to wing,
riffened groabs, their fears to bring,
the rogah swoops upon the host
and runs them to the stormy coast. . .

1999

Port tack #2

flying memories on the loose
fleeing with the long gone goose,

northbound thoughts or twist of life
loss of reason bent from strife,

taking chances on the night
moving darkness blots the light,

windward passage is tough to take
leeward shores are hard to make. . .

1979

Koi into Pisces

2007 

Things

many things are made of steel
many things of wood
many things should not be touched
and many others should. . .

many things are made of glass
many things of stone
many things should be explored
and many left alone. . .

many things are made of gold
many things of song
many things can be enjoyed
many will be wrong. . .

many things are made of flesh
many things of blood
many things last to the end
many die in bud. . .

1977

choices for salvation

send for prophets
send for kings
have them bring
their golden rings

send for wizards
send for thieves
watch for tricks
hid up their sleeves

send for lawyers
send for freaks
they're all a bunch
of lying sneaks

send for lovers
send for fools
have them study
all the rules

send for thinkers
send for zits
before we blow
ourselves to bits

1979

Chianti sunset

1991 

serenada

caballeros
how they ride
on their ponies
side by side
a las estrellas
donde estan
when they go
where they have gone
vaqueros estrellas
high in the saddle
macho muchachos
caballos astraddle
caballeros
aves del sol
winners in
their private poll
lagrimas, lagrimas
it doesn't matter
no le hace
since life is a scatter.

1979

tall

like a reed
in waters warm
slender standing
eyes aswarm
swaying gently
in the wind
will not waver
will not bend
smooth and tender
stand so close
loving laughter
so jocose
reaching out
strong right arm
keep you safely
out of harm
rainbow lady
halo clad
lifts herself
above the fad
mystic shadow
will you last
are you now
or are you past?

1978

All look back now. . . . .

1994 

Hirth

the only stars
he ever saw
were the ones
he saw in her eyes,

and her heart
could never fit his soul. . .

1995

Word of the day

OBVERSOLOGY

"The study of the side of things that is not visable"

Pinkandblueblonde. . .

Pink
and
blue
blues
. . .






2007










2007 

Differences

you say we're too different,
too far apart,
to ever be any good together,
but days and nights,
as different as they both are,
say not so,
one light and one dark,
still spend much time together
sharing dusk and dawn,
hours and hours,
mornings and evenings,
the magic of the sunrise
and the peace of twilight
they each change everyday
just to suit the other . . .

1985

Heavy seas of the Gulf

2006 

. . .the fall of evening

the purple hills. . . . .
reach up like tired and heavy arms
to pull the darkening sky
down over themselves
as if it were a coverlet
of warm night
for their sleepy bodies . . .

1989

The importance of nothing

Nothing matters
is but a phrase,
nothing is the void
that something fits into;
nothing is possible,
nothing is important,
to find nothing
in meditation
is to find everything. . .

1983

danseuse de cabaret

2007 

Sailing alone

drifting, drifting,
away on the wind,
sifting, sifting,
the day to its end,

gliding. gliding,
away on a breeze,
sliding, sliding,
completely at ease,

moving. moving,
away on the air,
grooving, grooving,
with hours to spare,

1974

Predacity

water-cobbled rocks
of white and gray,
pummelled by time,
hewn round
by the licking caress
of the water's rasping tongue,
dressed in moss,
green and tender;
dark eddys
where never sun has smiled
beneath a ledge,
black and forbidding,
an ebon void
full of danger,
a den of darkness,
and in it,
silvery-sided with ivory teeth,
jewel-eyed, he waits to strike,
he is the deadly, fearsome pike.

A blue hole in the Little Missouri River
Arkansas
1976

groundhogger circa 1975

Ted by
joniaux
1975 

Vague flight

FUZZARDS
AND WUZZARDS
AND EBONY BUZZARDS
FLYING HIGH
TO THE EDGE OF THE NIGHT


LIZARDS
AND SNIZZARDS
AND GOLDEN-EYED WIZARDS
SAILING BY
ON A RIBBONY FLIGHT

1976

Sun and Moon in Pisces

2007 

mainecoast

the cold blue surf
of chopping
pounding waves
crashes eternally
on proud and ancient
monolithic stones
that fall apart
before they are ready
as most all things
that never want to change
but always do. . .

Ogunquit, Maine
1986

hourglass

2004 

Parade

she marches in
her own parade,

she leads it
with her carnival eyes,

a perfect procession
so perfect
she worries that its wrong,
all wrong. . .

1986

Hirth

Hirth
1972
Age thirty-one 

"the sail mystique"

alabaster,
from the master
like curdled lumps of gray,
icy floaers,
sailimg boaters
a breeze can make a day. . .

white as plaster,
sailing faster
sliding down the bay,
hope promoters
thrill emoters
fly the sky today. . .

omen casters,
spectrums vaster
ride the bow wave spray,
Melville quoters,
golden throaters
an hour's like a day

1979

Regalia

2007 

Daytrip

the sun is up
the clouds are off
and flying fast away

the air is clean
the wind is brisk
its a soaring sort of day

the sun is warm
the clouds are soft
and floating where they may

the air is sweet
the wind is cool
its a golden eagle day

sailing alone on Lake of the Pines
1975

Beacon light

constant light
that burns at night
and keeps enduring vigil,

warning those
who sail the sea
that they are weak and fragile,

raging surf
that gnaws the shore
with timeless, patient thrust,

changing ships
that sail too close
to wasted hulks of rust.

Surfside , Texas
1977

The contemplations of Idylennium

undulating
skyward,
the heat
of day
always rises,
always seeking
to return
to its
creator,
the sun.

time also rises
sometimes
sliding
laterally,
never stopping,
always
just out
of reach,
graspless,
sinuous in motion. . .

1975

Poor old Monday
Never had a Funday
Drank his life away every night
His life was one bad fright

Poor old Monday
Wore out after Sunday
Being freaky was his life
Another fork without a knife

Poor old Monday
Had another Noneday
Stopped upon his lifetime rung
When heard his own song sung

Poor old Monday
Finally had a Doneday
Whisky was his Doomsday
Finally had a Goneday.

1977
(about a friend who drank himself to death)

Moon of Sagittarius

2006 

In the land of Nether

just beyond the land of Nether
lies a bank of heavy weather,
surrounded by the placid sea
an island small, Hyperbole,
words and things are different there,
rounds not round and squares not square,
this place is not the way it seems,
all the people dwell in dreams,
problems in Hyperbole
are never clear, never free,
puzzles are a constant thing
silent bells will never ring,
freedom lives within the mind,
hopes are simple, thoughts are kind,
words are often hard to hold
and summer sun is sometimes cold,
the days are easy, sweet and tame
and life is just a moving game. . .

1977

the seeker

2006 

away

your telephone cried for you
so many times today

it screamed your name
in vain

i guessed you stared at it
and figured it was me

or maybe you had
just left for Mars

it seems to me
our wires are crossed

either that or one of us
is on the wrong train

1985

Blue Tige washing her toes

1995 

wintersong ... haikus

moving clouds are forms
ever changing skybound moods
weeping joy or grief
. . .
January wind
whispering cold razors edge
the fangs of winter
. . .
winterrain is here
graydays bleaking into night
slouching wet shadows
. . .
dismal birds huddle
in gloomy ragged pinetrees
while iceneedles pierce
. . .
now i think of you
warm green days and golden nights
before wintersong
. . .

1989

The King of Nookertan and his Court

From
the
East
Coast
of Mars



2007