Frappis in Fermin

Strathos et Proscimieus para avius 2007

You said its over

you turned and walked away
on that awful quicksand day,
and the wind just kept
screaming in my ears. . .

you sobbed and slipped away
on that dark and dreary day,
and the moon was pale
and wet from all our tears.  .  .

you stared and turned away
on that lowdown dismal day,
and finalized my
long suspected fears. . .

you cried and ran away
on that disenchanted day,
and i contemplated
all my future years . . .



1972

Evolving outwardly

so bright,
so light,
hanging in the sky. . .
the eyes of night are stars,
the lights of the mind
are like the stars
of the universe. . .
the possibilities
of one drop of water
are as endless
as the flow of time,
and the weight
of one grain of sand
is an infinite quality. . .

1979

Tiffany

Somewhat
off in her
butterfly
sky,
she hums
a simple
song,
when
you're
right,
you're
never
wrong. . .

2007

Colored Balls,Orbs, and the Man in the Moon

l

You are my enigma

pure down
and out
morning after
surely came
since nothing
yes nothing
ever comes for free
fun and pleasure
things we treasure
we pay
for one another
hide and seek
and then

we disappear. . .

1997

The spring storm

thunderhammers
striking wild
grayskyed trees,
green on green
they sway and bend
and mark their way
in bleakness. . .
raindrops fall
on puddled walk
that ends their life. . .
cool breezes
are pinnacles of success ,
gusting cheeky windpuffs
send leaves aloft
to soar on rainslick wind
and come to rest
in some new place. . .
and in the greenhouse,
the space becomes
the summer of Sumatra.

1991

The tryst

we can't
relive
the things
we did,
when we
fell into
romance. . .
nor take
the time
and keep it
inside
our final
dance. . .

1985

The Grombly

here come the Grombly
weaving on its way
sure enough is bad enough
got ugly on display . . .
got eyes like cactus stickers
beady points and all
it never had a clever thought
its brain can only crawl. . .
its like a nightmare
in the summer sun
Its like a bullet
from a supersonic gun. . .
Grombly take you with him
if he get a chance
he wear a dirty teeshirt
to the saturday night dance. . .
he smell a lot like trouble
if he look your way
he take your heart and eat it
and he throw your soul away. . .

1974

Time travelers

like two comets
hurtling along
from opposite ends
of the universe. . .
attracted to each other
by some unknown
magnetism,
we collided
and became attached
for just a short time
and then after being so close,
we imploded,
outside in to one
and inside out to the other,
by the same force
that brought us together
karma, perhaps,
then away we flew once more
on our solitary journeys . . .

1987

Self portrait at age 46

Age 46 color added in 2007

The Dingybat

snarfuling quietly into the night

the dingybat warbles along

mumbling hoarsely it searches the sky

and offers its conferminine song

a squealing whistle of infinite wail

it calls to its brumbles behind

to stay closes at hand in the forbleezing night

or the sleekers will be most unkind

out of a darkening jungle of thorn

it slides and it slithers with care

for maybe ahead by the fork in the trail

lies the dreaded eight-legged zhare

so trundling gamely they flounder and wisp

they horkingly frither and fratt

its a hot humid dreadnought of diddling fear

in the land of the morgeeling ratt.  

2013

Talking with Dr. Freud

muddied waters
down the drain
what 'ere it was
i cannot claim
night time seems
to be forever
never ever
saying never
then the
muddied waters come
dark and thick
and cumbersome
dreams awake
make little sense
like a tumbled
broken fence.

1992

Travels in Blue

LOST IN THE ORBIT OF NOW 1980

The long run . . . .

. . .the road bends and swerves
willowlike . . .
highs and lows
the hills are hard
and hot, yet somehow
seem to ease my tramping soul,
the valleys,
the valleys are for my tortured heart,
that knows no end
of remembrance
and yearning
for those other times
that were so good . . .

1987
Running to Kilgore, Texas

Ditherslapia

Jammin' with the Ditherslaps 2007

Transcendental Haikus

sitting quietly
doing nothing very much
being nothing much
. . . . .
quietly sitting
with nothing flooding my mind
at one with my self
. . . . .
nothing is being
everything is now nothing
now is all et al
. . . . .
empty mental space
all beyond transparency
here and now are so
. . . . .

Zentiments

February 1988

The Ballster

The thing that makes balls out of cubes.
The Ballster by Ball-o-matic Co. 2007

Ain't no daylight in my day

here she come a-walkin'
wakin'down de street
yeah, she come a-walkin'
walkin' down de street
i gotta get away from here
'cause i cain't stand the heat

i'm standin' here all tonguetied
starin'at my feet
everthang gone crazy
it all turned bittersweet

she said that she still loved me
but she found another man
how can that be possible
i just doan unnerstan'

here she come a-walkin'
walkin'down de street
yeah, she come a-walkin'
walkin'down de street
i gotta get away from here
'cause i cain't stand the heat

thats just another blues song
'bout love turned inside out
just another blues song
fo' me to sing about

i gotta up and get away
i gotta get away
i can't stand to see her
ain't no daylight in my day

here she come a-walkin'
walkin' down de street
yeah she come a-walkin'
walkin' down de street
i gotta get away from here
'cause i cain't stand the heat

1977

Bread and butter pickles

Bread and butter pickles 1997

Sunset Janette

your rattling my gate
rattled my senses

your flashing smile
flashed my memory

one week short of a year
since you charged out of my life

your gypsydark eyes
still hold the same mystery

laughing in your confidence
your redhair is a glowing aura

we argue once again
you have to have your rules

smiling in my confusion
i watch you slip away

its another sunset
in puzzling departure

your hair like polished copper
is like sundown on my face

1985

You can't go back

The edges of time
is the maze of our being,

it darkens our thinking
not hearing or seeing,

the past is our teacher
facts ne'er betray,

yesterdays misery
might be back today. . .

1988

Pumpkinhead

Pumpkinhead 2007

Bookmark

She said i always had my nose
buried in a book,
but everything we ever had
blew off in some chinook,
i never really had a chance
but i tried to make it work,
so reading books was better
than running off berserk,
reading ancient British poets
crying from the murk
of unrequited love that failed
and sadness where they lurk . . .

1972

Moonlight Regatta off Sanders Beach

Heavy swells where trouble dwells. . . 2007

Gnardishkari Bird

In the deep and far away places of the troubled
minds of the dwellers of the Borghavista are the
nestholds of the Gnardishkarii.

Solstice

The advance of Winter 2007

Special optics

i've never felt as much
as i feel with you

our lives are like a dance. . .

i've never seen the like
of sights of you alone

i stare with every chance. . .

i've never done so many
far out things

we live in our romance. . .

such a wild affaire de amor'
like none i've ever known

i'm sure it is a trance. . .

1993