Monday, December 31, 2007

The stoner king

the lizard king was laid back
beneath the swirling sky
happy with his consorts
who taught him how to fly. . .
he often wore his colors
they were his alibi
when flying in his madness
from his lovers sad outcry. . .
away from all thats holy
unto his Lorelei.
where all his hopes were fal'n
to the shattered by and by. . .
just beyond the circle
of the how come and the why
so busy with his verses
he failed to say goodbye. . .

January 1976
considering Jim Morrison



Sunday, December 30, 2007

Kangaroos

Pink and Purple Kangaroos
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Procoise

What is this snirkling?
this fleering grask?
i've seen the most of it
and wondered in disbelief,
that any could be the same, yes,
accurate is the word.
Hordes, yea, throngs
of common brandisement,
and of practious selfing;
snatched up by cladverse tropiads,
which means so little in else,
except that which we know to be
metaphorseical and pratalient,
However, after a dispurrious grancel
as one might expect,
so then there came a walcinage
from out of the catchment
and in a simple bound
broached the medillius Gazingah.

1973

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Casino Noise

CasinoiseCasinoiseCasinoiseCasinoiseCasinoise
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Friday, December 28, 2007

Primal search

purple depths
where shadows lull
at the edge
of darkest penetration
of myself,
past this place
where thoughts ,
and beyond this. . .
into the stars
leaving memory
veiled and draped
in shapeless fog. . .

1990

Friday, December 21, 2007

Sloops and a buttermilk sky

Cold and windy December 2007
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Botleshop,Battleshop.Bottleship,Battleship.

Oh, Bottleship, with foaming bows,
your weapons fire so fast,
heavy metal, sea-green hues,
and yellow shades contrast.
The stainless cannons
belch their loads,
and roar and seem to blast,
the acrid smell of burning brew
reels me into my past.
Your heat and steam
and bursting bombs
might leave the weak aghast,
but I must endure
the long night shift
below your savage mast.
I see the changing tides and muse
how long this ship might last?

1994
Contemplating retirement
fromthe Brewery.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Blues Castle

Princely sums nor wealth untold
might ne'er be quite enough
to stop the flow
of that anxious flood
of rolling blues,
but e'en though
you fear complete inundation
by those blues, those awful blues,
they're only in your mind,
and you know how strong you are. . .
so the blues castle
is just the way you think you are,
and the blues,
those awful blues
are just only what they are. . .

1990

Hangover

Hangover. . or The Wrath of Grapes
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Saturday, December 15, 2007

Crabnest

In a nest of pinchy crabs, everything is up for grabs.
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Friday, December 14, 2007

verdancylliae

In the
jungle,
the
green
on
green
lizard
basks
and
his
lizard-eye
is all
seeing . . .

2007
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Thursday, December 13, 2007

Cheeeese

The meaning of this drawing is lost on me.
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Envy

Envy is one of
the greatest sorrows
of human existence
some people envy others
for what they possess,
some envy those
who do not envy others. . .

1991

Off and away

. . .sliding low
and sinking down
lower
the deeper I sink
the better I float
the slower I move
the faster I go
locked tight
into detachment . . .

1987

Returning to Lysurgia



Returning to Lysurgia and the Mountains of the Moon
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Monday, December 10, 2007

turndown man

the turndown man is hiding
behind his simple plan
hiding in the middle
of his high and mighty clan

the turndown man is living
within his fragile mold
grasping from the inside
with a tight and aching hold

the turndown man is waiting
beyond a drifting cloud
hoping for a message
ringing clear and loud

the turndown man is running
from Karma's heavy roll
waiting in a torment
when the bell of life would toll

the turndown man is sliding
on the slippery side of love
feeling like a jumper
looking for a shove

1981

Sunday, December 09, 2007

nightbirds and the smiley face moon . . .

Seasons Greetings from Pensacola,Florida 2007
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Winter Sailors

winter sailors ride the swells
on chilling blades of wind
winter sailors must be bold
the northern breeze will ne'er bend

winter sailors hold their own
against the odds of fate
winter sailors cold as bone
their sails are hard and straight

winter sailors on the sea
they hope their course is true
and yet know somehow
it could be sad and blue

winter sailors sail away
they voyage all alone
their sails are set upon
a cruise they can't postpone

2007