fem de bleu

dancer

moving lady, hold my gaze,
take my nights, take my days. . .
moving woman, inside my arms,
feel my chills, feel my warms. . .
moving lady, warm brown eyes,
having lows, having highs. . .
moving woman, out of sight,
every day, every night. . .

1979

Odalisque

Torso de Odalisque 2001

Storm time for joniaux

lines for thunder
roiling long
coming from the deep and heavy

flash for lightning
sky so bright
crashed upon the thick of it

words on wind
lost in meaning
split you far assunder

tears like showers
bent your heart
you made her do the thing

clouds for darkness
descended down
and rolled coldly through your soul

1979

Myriad

A myriad of fishes 1988

Lady Luck

seek the forest
seek the trees
she comes around
and then she flees

do the number
play the game
she always leaves me
feeling lame

seek the boulders
seek the stones
she always gives me
aching bones

you'll lose your marbles
just the same
being wild
or being tame

seek the skies
and starshine too
it will not matter
what you do

1982

The discovery of the Dingaloid of Nargeelah

1977

alice's wonderland

eyes so bright
so shining brown
hair so soft
like curly down. . .
mouth so warm
drives me wild
skin so cool
so smooth and mild. . .
lips that moove
in quiverquake
you're so fine
I fear you'll break. . .

October 1979

Son of the Groundhog

Lillian, Alabama 2004

In the Orbit of Clysphaedius

Year Two-Thousand and Seven A.D.

Farmfolk

2000

Blue paranoia

Well, de blues is out to git me,
gittin' closer ever' day,
I know they gonna git me
cain't neveh git away.

I feels 'em sneakin' closer
they sho' won't go away,
they been 'bout to catch me
they soon be here to stay.

they comin' long behind me
like bills i gotta pay
always gettin' closer
they catch me some dark day.

Yeah, de blues is out to git me
gittin' closer ever'day,
they been after me like shadows
when I sits down to play.

I know they right behind me
gonna catch me some dark day'
cause I ain't had no lovin'
since my woman run away.

2006

Runners in Blue

. . . the sight of a beautiful woman, muscular and tanned,
cruising down the street at an eight minute mile pace,
is only exceeded by the sight of her running with
with her greyhound, who follows effortlessly,
both are at one with themselves and their existence. . .

2007

Piscines

swim they deep
beneath
the waves
in scales
as daubed
in paint,
swim they far
before
they sleep,
contented
in constraint.

2007

Whiskey Bend Run

down to the river,
down to the river i run,
the miles are there for anyone to run.
for anyone to have,
long and hot,
as cars rush past,
full of staring
disbelievers,
the few people that wave
and smile,
are other runners
who would be with me,
but have things to do
before they run.

4 miles to the Sabine River Bridge
and back in Texas heat.

1987

Memory

. . .the memory
of your face
fades as slowly
the face
upon an old coin. . .

. . .nor would i
want it
any other way. . .

February 2006

Los Fumeroles de Bizzardh

Visiting Subterannaea 1998

The river

the river,
moving slow
as if' 'twere a torpid snake
too full to flow fast,
dull green
lying almost dormant,
pregnant now
in the glut of spring rains,
so swollen
it has burst its banks
and slipped
into farmers fields,
where in the far corners
cattle stand and stare
in dumb puzzlement
at the insidious rise of the river.

Little Cypress River
Near Harleton, Texas
1990

warpedinblue

Warpedinblue 2001

Early April

early April,
and cool rain falls
from a steely colored sky,
softly settling the dust
and yellow pollen
of last weeks dryness;
and through a maze
of the multicolored looking glasses
of our minds,
we see ourselves,
changelings all,
winter, summer, spring, and fall.

2007

Long distance

these miles are mine
i must collect
these hours on the streets
these faraway and distant thoughts
these lonesome running miles
wnen no one else
knows what i feel
or how i got that way
distance runs
inside myself
my soul to whom i pray

1989

guitpicker13 in blue

April Eleventh, Two-Thousand Seven

Sunni's asleep

In repose 1999

Fade

blue fades into you
time fades into me
all things fade away
all fades day by day

now fades into then
day fades into night
you fade into the past
time fades away so fast

2007

Berkeley

. . . Dreamweaver, her name, a six-meter sloop,
a sailboat we lived on a week,
she was roomy and clean, a beautiful craft,
handsome, lovely and sleek.
we lived and we loved and breathed the sea air,
and toured San Francisco by day,
the rattling halyards sung us to sleep
and i dreamed with my lady so fair,
it was an experience i'll never forget
as we jogged through the City of Lights,
we couldn't believe the things that we saw
to us 'twas the City of Sights,
we sailed her out from her Berkeley slip
toward Alcatraz off in the west,
we caught an easterly breeze before noon
and she flew with a wild saucy zest,
wing and wing we sailed for the sea,
with never a thought or a fear,
the Golden Gate Bridge loomed o'er our heads
and made the dim sun disappear,
then we brought her about and fought our way back
close-hauled for the rest of the day,
tack after tack, in foul weather gear,
easting across the cold Bay,

two lovers snuggled warm in their berth
a fortune in Time was what it was worth. . .

California 1991

The Rune King

The Rune King
with his
purple
stare
has no
worry
has no
care
his subjects
all
are in
his thrall
he is
their god
and will
not fall.

1980

Time travelling

as we travel
side by side
on this magic
carpet ride. . .
never knowing
where we are
sometimes near
sometimes far. . .
sliding through
the thicks and thins
time the weaver
spins and spins. . .
into you
and into me
we swim into
the mortal sea. . .

September 1989

a dream. . .?

. . .i trot slowly
the sweat comes,
the animal returns
from long ago former lives,
i become the hunter
i once was
a million years ago,
my nostrils are damp
and my sense of smell is keen,
i am aware of all things around me,
moving objects
are instantly seen,
focused, discarded
or investigated
as i run my territory,

and my ancient past
reaches out to me. . .

1989

The migration of the Zanthopholides

2006

"lonestar"

lonestar, this is what you are. . .
just a lonely flying star
you have traveled very far
like a sailing, shining star. . .
rolling through the dark'ning sky
never even knowing why. . .

lonely, lonely, sad and shy
all you do is fly and fly,
you are only what you are
just a lonely soaring star. . .,
you're flying but you never move
you have nothing left to proove
hanging in the purple sky
never even knowing why. . .

1978

the tangerine girl

beware of the tangerine girl,
she swears she will get you,
and hold you
and keep you,
but she's in such
a desperate whirl. . .
she stands like a statue for you,
she swears she will have you,
and kiss you
and love you,
but still shes the tangerine girl. . .

the tangerine girl
is a colorful flash,
and her kiss
has a bittersweet taste. . .
she says she will take you,
but then will forsake you,
you know you should
leave her with haste. . .

1987

her blue shoe. . . . .

her blue shoe
i guess
she lost ,
wound up
amid
some
things
i tossed,
into a box
of times
gone by,
i stare
at it
and
wonder
why.

2000

Concluding lines

our book is read,
our candle burned,
our road run out,
our paths have turned.

our chemistry
seems neutralized,
our poles no longer
magnetized.

i walk inside,
you look at me,
i think i've fallen
from your tree.

once i had
a magic touch,
but now seems
i lack so much.

i won't forget
the things we felt,
the times i watched
your green eyes melt.

November 1981

The Portal of the Labyrinth

In what manner doth thee speak? 2007

Haunting blues

that woman haunts me,
she haunts me 'til i'm blue,
she was mean but lovely
and the best i ever knew,
someday i might forget her
then i'll be on my way,
oh, lord, she haunts me,
ever night and day.
someday i might forget her
right now just let me play,
play these awful hauntin' blues
then i'll be on my way.

that woman haunts me,
shes cold and such bad news,
her vision always chills me
clear down to my shoes,
i see her ever mornin'
ever evenin' too,
but when i hate to see her
is when i'm down and blue,
just let me play these blues
'til this guitar must cry,
cain't stop those blues that got me
no matter how i try.


i know i must forget her
and all those sad adieus,
but right now just let me sit here
and play these hauntin' blues.

2007