nightfall

and in the distance, hovering,
a phosphorizing glow,
luminescent trails
seen to shimmer,
seen to flow,
all around the end of day,
at summer's twilight ending,
by the edge of evening cooling
where stars like fish are schooling:
when the moon glides up
from bedtime clouds
like a silent ship of night
or an ebon feathered shadowbird
heavy winged in flight,
so night times twisted tale is spent
and mornings light still bides
a multitude of dreamers
yet sleep while long night slides.

1975

Alice's cat

the cat is come
with avacado eyes
i think he knows what all is past
i know he'll never tell
but i've been on the bounding main
rode the ebb tide
seen the jabberwock erupt
and the mad hatter
but didn't see Alice
she wasn't here
only the cheshire cat
who only grinned
. . . . then faded outta sight

1973

When yelladawgs get blue . . .

Bluedawg 2009

today

passing time
like counterfeit twenties
squeezing all the good
and kicking aside
all the bad i can
today i feel so good
and so at one with all
another stone
another object
among the rocks and rills of now
a waft upon the winds
as if the air
is my only home
. . . . nor else be mine alone.

2005

Now she's blue

She's so blue . . . 1990

Chica Amarilla

Thoughts on time

half-past this morning
a quarter past today
the hours keep on ticking
its all a one-act play

directed by the master
who rings our mortal chimes
everything that e'er occurs
in ironic future times

2005

On meditation

A zen master once said,

I
have
nothing
to
do
right
now,
so
I
will
sit
quietly
and
forget
about
it.

yelladawgs and moons

Yelladawgs and greenballs 2009

seventy-three

three years and seven decades
have brought me to this time
days,weeks, months and years
and life has been sublime. . .

changing ponies as i rode
when i was young and lean
finding things along the way
that i had never seen. . .

never had a partner
that lasted very long
they came and went
like the lyrics of a song. . .

been a lot of places
flew like i had wings
no one has a better life
nor troubadours or kings . . .

March 8, 2009

Missing . . . .

Into what strange dwelling place. . . .? 2009

beachtime thoughts

white sun
white clouds
blue waves
blue skies

white skin
white hair
blue moods
blue eyes

fast wind
fast moves
blue wind
blue screams

fast world
fast touch
blue thoughts
blue dreams

2007

Another blonde

Drawing found in an old book yesterday.