Monday, January 31, 2011

When a hog is blue . . . .


You're a lovely sow 1996
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one thursday afternoon

take away those ugly things
and hateful mem'ries too
bundle up those awful thoughts
and all those things untrue

settle down with future dreams
and stonebound fantasy
sing you not those plaintive songs
it's best that you be free

turn around it's time to go
hurry time won't wait
leave those problems all behind
i'm waiting at the gate

i've got our tickets to the moon
it's really not too far
just a dream away from her
we'll take the cosmos car

1979

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Geese


Three strange geese 2010
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Friday, January 28, 2011

Heavy Time

tried to ride the cyclone
when there was no other way
likened to a norther
on a humid Texas day

jumped aboard a hurricane
it was all that i could see
bought a ticket to the moon
and heard no final plea

what was found beyond the pale
was hard to e'en believe
took a shaman all his skills
his message to perceive

up and over down and under
abaft the broadened beam
stands the monolith of id
so tight without a seam

wide winds sail across the sky
in some eternal dance
and all the rolling others
will take their final chance.

January 2011

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Pink Throated Hoodendadder


Hoodendadders may be found on the
Northeast Coast of of Gooneralia ,
nocturnal goons who are too fast for
ordinary capture. They have been
clocked at 83 mph when frightened
or during mating season. They are
decapods and that is why they are so
incredibly speedy.




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Monday, January 17, 2011

On my forty-first birthday

how long was i there
at the top of the stair
how long was i there
please tell me, mon frer

how long was i there
at the top of the roof
how long was i here
alone and aloof

how long was i there
at the peak of the hill
how long was i there
feeling the thrill

how long was i there
in the top of the tree
how long was i there
expansively free

how long was i there
at the top of the world
how long was i there
completely unfurled

how long was i there
in the fluff of a cloud
how long was i there
beyond the dull crowd

how long was i there
up in the sky
how long was i there
learning to fly

March 8, 1977

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Varigated Sanguela Bird

Raptoris Medicus Progastracus 2011
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Saturday, January 08, 2011

Camping out at High Island, Texas

a trip to the coast
a trip to the sea
a trip to the end of the world
a place out of context
a place beyond thought
a place where time has been swirled

a ship of the mind
a ship of the soul
sailing into the unknown
a peace that is real
a peace i can feel
a peace where hassles will heal

1977

Friday, January 07, 2011

white cat with blue wall

Lost in a blue part of town . . . .2011
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Saturday, January 01, 2011

They come and they go

whence came a mockingbird
who never squawked a taunt
or a lazy man so happy
he didn't even want
or an aging intellectual
whom freedom didn't haunt?

whence came an alleycat
that never grinned a threat
or an imitation human
who never paid a debt
or a cosmic ballerina with a
spacial pirouette?

whence came a philosoph
who never mouthed a lie
or an independant hermit
they tried to crucify
or a restless caged myopic
who tries but can not fly?

2000