Perros del Sol

SUMMERSUN

afternoon runners

the surging redsun
forced westwards now
in its waning
and tiredness,
pushed by the dark eveningclouds
full of weekend rain
the kind we wait for. . .
the warm summerrain
to bathe the blades of grass,
and the blossioms of flowers. . .
the heads of runners
are anointed by summerrain
and the lovers run
hoding hands and laughing
as they take shelter
from the world

1988. . .

Transference reptilia

At home asleep 1980

Winnie-the-Pooh revisited

living in the nightime
waiting for the dawn
needing just a little luck
before the northers spawn

staying in the shadows
of the aftermath
away from crazy people
pouring out their wrath

the hunny jar is waiting
out beyond the wall
just a little taste
will stop this getting small.

poem of the midnight shift

1993

Water spiders

water ripples,
breaks and flows,
waves on waves. . .

water spiders
seem to dance
they nod and dart away. . .

too shy to embrace,
narcissists all,
they see themselves. . .

on the watermirror
on which they stand,
and love none
but their own image. . .

waters spiders,
never fear,
your secrets safe . . .

inside my heart,
nor none will know,
as you depart. . .

1992

Hirsuticus Abundancius

Circa 2007

Red Ant Rising

2000

believing

i believe i am what i am
because of how i am. . .

i sometimes think that
you are what you are
because of how i am. . .

i often think that
i am what i am
because of how you are. . .

last poem about you.

1985

Fear flying

1982

The bad dog. . .

His bite is worse than his bark. . . .1994

Times of plenty

i wish it was simple
like it used to be. . .
everything was easy
all my thoughts were free. . .
coffee mornings
cold beer afternoons. . .
butterfly days
nights of rigadoons. . .
spinning ceilings
minds gone mad. . .
times of plenty
our first Olympiad. . .
we rode the wind
and it was good. . .
later on came change
like a predator. . .
prooving everything changes
but change. . .

July 1993

Pathways

often trails
that end by night
will start again at morning. . .
nor things that bore
a chilling fear
might end with no fair warning. . .

2001

Undefined Pressure

down autumn roads

blacktop speckled yellow-orange
and there lay rain-plastered leaves
of oak and maple
sticking to the tarry surface
with the tightness of lover's saliva
and when it dries. . .
the leaves will move again
and where they laid
and pressed upon the road,
they lost
the final moisture of life.

November 1983

Madre de Dios, you don't have to put on your red dress. . . . .

blonde on blonde #2

i tried to keep'em
one by one
but everyone is gone. . .

blonde on blonde
they got away
the years are gone,
et al, anon. . .

2007

The Cardgame

you picked the game we played
you held your cards up tight,
and you always kept them hid. . .

i had a lousy playing hand
everyone a different suit,
and never got to bid. . .

1971

Return of the groundhogger July 2007

Photographs

memories sometimes
do better in boxes
than in minds. . .
cast off memories
like a ship
heaving lines to shore. . .
leave the ugly
and some beautiful also
stashed away. . .
then head for the open
sea of faces
and the strange and lonely places. . .
some in shadow some in sun
some in a race
i once had run. . .
with a wide-angle finish
of the way it ended
to when it begun. . .

1979

"on freedom"

The desire of seeking freedom
becomes a harness to you.

Kahlil Gibran