Psychedelic Medusa

somethin's
movin'
got snakes
in her hair,
look if
you wanna,
but, dude,
don't stare.

2008

Lily Blue

Six Haikus

tall pines gently sway
the hills fall to the waters
moss-bound rocks exist
. . . . .
dogwoods wait to bloom
they await a perfect time
time awaits ourselves
. . . . .
invisibly there
dark houses hide amid the trees
people inside smile
. . . . .
the lake is deep peace
cool waters hold mystery
mountains eternal
. . . . .
far hill have secrets
ancient spirits dwell in mist
steamyvapors rise
. . . . .
cobalt blue mountains
abode of the Great Spirit
skies are forever
. . . . .
Hot Springs, Arkansas
1990

because. . . .

I used
to love her
but its
all
over
now.


2004

The rolling stone

i found a
wrinkled battered stone
that had rolled and rolled
and bounced and slid
all the way
to the bottom of the hill,
it cut a mighty swath
of crumpled dirt
as it crashed its way along,
now that trail is gone,
filled with leaves and mold,
only the stone remains,
partly covered by lichen growth
at the edge of Blaylock Creek,
licked by the rivers
unforgiving tongue,
and finally
gathering its moss.


Albert Pike Park Arkansas
1991

TripHammer 2008

Ego-Force TripHammer 2008

Half past deja vu

killing time by writing poems,
inside my dream domain,

magenta-blue fingers of sky
beckon to my animal spirit,

easterly clouds sail over,
riding on puffs of dawn wind,

like vague and ghostly cowboys,
yelling and yipping along.

1981
camped out on High Island Beach
north of Sabine Pass, Texas