Thoughts of an evening
folding in darkness
like a blanket on a bed
time is a juggernaut
moving through my head
expanding in a moment
into another hour
asking a leaf
to change to a flower
passing a fancy
for a bird on the wing
turning a wall
to a towering thing
topping a hill
at the edge of the sun
a race with tomorrow
can never be won
1990
The wreck
i saw you
out on the town
with your stylish gait
and your Spanish gown
your eyes deep pools
where i might drown
you blew away
my mind that night
so far that
nothing mattered
my friends all said
they were in doubt
that you were
just a gadabout
some day the truth
would all come out
they laughed and said
there will be a night
when everything
gets tattered
but my roaring heart
and ballpark ears
were filled with awesome
home run cheers
that deafened all
my stifled fears
but my thoughts became
a hopeless plight
a dream that
finally shattered
1980
reflections
. . . .the mirrors
of our minds
all twisted now
by wine and smoke . . . .
still seem
to beckon us
to enter into
the transmutations
of our dreams
both real
and unreal. . . .
1985
Mental mountains
i dreamed of mountains
wet with dew
and thought of times
i spent with you . . .
i dreamed of curves
that seemed to glow
and though of where
we used to go . . .
i dreamed of slopes
damp and warm
and remembered how
our love would swarm . . .
i dreamed of pools
cool gray-blue
and thought of things
we used to do . . .
l dreamed of hair
and silken skin
and wondered how
and wondered when . . .
January 1978
Gahfleezils
Gahfleezils were first discovered in 1802 by Professor Bruno Swartzvogel,
noted Bavarian Goonologist, while exploring the darkest hinterland of Gooneralia.
He named them Gahfleezil because of their strange bent forward posture
with their hands directly behind them. This is their normal posture, looking
much like a speed skater. It is no coincidence that speed skater in
High Bavarian is Gahfleezil. What appears to be striped duncecap
on a Gahfleezils head is a horn that grows at the time of puberty.
Gahfleezils
Gahfleezils in their annual migration
to the East Coast of Gooneralia.
Climbing to Etherea
climb, climb, the rocky wall
even though it stands so tall
from it's face the sun is vast
filled with secrets of the past
climb, climb, the handworn stones
moss infrazzeled, cold as bones
their weight is heavy, smooth with age
all inside a a darkened cage
Climb, climb, the monolith
fear is but a man made myth
span the void and search the sky
never, ever knowing why
climb, climb, the boulder great
it does not matter if you're late
fly across the hassled blight
you'll reach Nirvana late tonight
1980
Ivy, Ivy
Ivy, ivy, slowly grows and wait upon the sun . . . 1978