hair

Fem avec les cheveux brunm . . . 2008

Venetian Blind Woman

Her skin is lines and stripes of tan and pale pink

Water Nymph

blue-eyed nymph
wild-on-wild
so far
inside your space. . .

blue as sky
ethereal,
your eyes
seem to embrace. . .

blue-eyed nymph
cool-on-cool
so clear
and yet so deep. . .

blue as waters
element,
your eyes
invade my sleep. . .

1984

Are we there yet. . . .?

The twisted Galaxy

The King of Nothing

. . . .the King sits lonely
in his court,
on high atop his pointless throne,
and has it all
before him stretch'ed out,
his boundless realm
might have no end,
yet in torment does he rule,
his castle is of plaster,
and his fairy princess is of plastic. . . .

August 1975

Sapphire Seas

Gulfstream currents pull our souls to sea . . . .Pensacola

On the beach

The hitch hiker 2008

Le Fete de e'crevisse

Friday's hours were a blur,
we moved but felt asleep,
and then we drove to louisin'e
life was simple, time was cheap,

we ate a bite and hit the hay,
never knowing what might be,
ran a level five mile race
you won a trophy, ma cheri'e,

after that we sipped some beer
then cool showers and boudin,
Tequila shots and Schaeffer beer
and then we danced, Ma'dame

the Cajun bands were loud and wild
we were too high to come back down
laughing, dancing fools in love,
we danced all over town,

we didn't care what might come next,
we cared not come what way,
you were a graceful slender cloud,
and we would swing and we would sway,

we turned, we spun, we tossed,
we were us, the rest were lost.

Crawfish Festival, Breaux Bridge, Louisiana 1990

Promise unbroken

Running in the Dark 2008

Regression

Lets thumb back
a few yesterdays,
until we find one
we liked,
then drive
our tentpegs into the sand
and just lie back
and count sunsets . . . .

1972

Bathnymphet

After the bath 2008

On meditation

. . .thou might bind me in a nutshell

and I would find myself

to be the King of Infinite Space. . .

Searching for Nirvanium

Rolling colors bounce and weave

Sabine River Bridge

the purpleshade of night
lingers, yet will soon pass. . . .
the early morning cars
whiz by, hanging onto the road
with their glaring headlights. . . .
the bridger over Interstate Twenty
is a plumcolored ribbon. . . .
the two runners
glance at the traffic below,
content to leave it behind
down the grade to the tracks
where great Missouri Pacific trains
once rolled in clanging pandemionium. . . .
now they jog along the line of a fence
that separates them from a herd of Red cattle
chewing their August cuds
and dumbly staring as we pass. . . .
finally the river bridge and a secret jug of water
now the long hill home is our reward.

8-30-84

While my guitar gently weeps . . . .

While my guitar gently weeps . . .2008

Magic carpet

magic carpet
fly me out
just beyond the fray. . .

take me to some
far out place
away, away, away. . .

don't you see
i've got behind
trudging day by day. . .

magic carpet
take me off
i am a runaway. . .

1992

PowerPlay

PowerPlay

The Road of Days

the road of days
on which we tread
is not the same for all

some walk their way
take what they can
and think they can not fall

they steal respect
and simple trust
by smiling open-faced

the lives they wreck
are sometimes lost
not dead but sad replaced

1999

Midnight Sun

Girl with a towel . ..

Towelhead 2008

Sectional

Sectional

cold blue horizon

cold blue horizon
everythings coming down dark
i don't know why but it is

all of your moods are difficult
you changed like day into night
changed like a smile to a fist

long gone emotions
trailing away in the rain
happiness lost in a trample

our days no longer have lustre
dusty, and choking on doubt
we've become a sad example

Cold blue horizon
coming down rainy and cold
what has a hold of your heart

you're turning your pages too quickly
where is the girl that i loved
the picture i thought of as art

cold blue horizon
so cold but calling to me
i don'know why but it is


1974

A marbling shift of tremor

. . . .lapped under the gameda,
stands the zenithery past,
as far as the promendery wheelers will allow,
but yet conclasion and snapth abound
and the apt arroism to where no sane
or even able colquater will sneak,
before the warming rays
of a moonridden sun will dance,
as the silvery horseman
astride the lightning blur
rides into his destiny. . .

1974

The Queen of the Bugs

She rules in beauty, red and yellow,
In her shiny carapace,
While her subjects, run and scurry,
In their futile insect race. 2008

RainRun

rain-needles,
gray shots of warm pain,
they punch
and then explode. . .
the steam rises pungeantly
from the street
and from my body
as my senses seek to swallow
the coolness of summer rain,
as pleasant now
as any balm
upon my beleagered muscles,
skin and bones.

1987

Guitpicker

The Son of yelladawg

to be as one

everyone wants someone
who sings in their own key,

discord is traumatic
and love is never free,

we want to be wanted
to give, yet be returned,

but the fire that was our feeling
is out, completely burned.

June 1988

The Eye of Nargeelah

She waits for you. . . .to steal your heart and soul. . . 2008