today's poem - "Music"

Music

 

we are not trumpets

 

syntheses of

spirits inside

sentinels

 

windmill motions

whirling ghostly

manifestations

 

days and shadows  

spinning cries

of unknowing  

 

nights, lights

laughter and

circus sensation

 

we are not drums

today's poem - "unthinking"

unthinking

never suspect

a thing

and a random event happens

its own-ness reveals

a careful plot

from centuries of study

 

not instant genius

 

a fact will occur

painstakingly

to reaffirm

belief embodied

 

walking a path

through a rustic meadow

guides my mind

into possibility

 

poem - "July 4"

 out of jail

     on July 4

         sky above

            birds on wing

              feet above ground

                 feel like flying

                      and I'm alive!

                        but I drop

                          on one knee

                              to cry

where do I go

      and what

        do I do

            now

I want to see a river flowing with my eyes

          hear soft wind in the treetops

                  feel the sunshine

                        and fly away

                            far, far away

                                    to glory

"lemons"

lemons

lemons

in 

a lemon cooler

all 

summer

we sing

of lemons

lemons 

today's poems - 3 short pastorals

1. 

lambswool not us

    nevertheless

    anxious we travel 

    hillsidedly

alongside flat skulls

    and geothermals

smiling smiling smile

all the while

2. 

just one lemon sun

burn down just one

blueberry moon

mountainside owl

treetop forest one last

sniff look and listen

3. 

I split shrubbery

rigid, indifferent

and see the Wolf

in the fold

teeth gleaming

and I shout

today's poem - "New Cheese Sandwich Blues"

 

New Cheese Sandwich Blues

 

I got a real bad case of the ‘I can’t get over you so I’m eating a cheese sandwich blues’

No, no, no, a bean sandwich just won’t do

 

Brand new case of the mean old cheese sandwich blues

I’d like to eat steak, but I got too much to lose

 

I get up on the roof to clean out all the flues

I can’t get over you so I’m singing the cheese sandwich blues

 

Helen of Troy has given me the New Cheese Sandwich Blues

today's poem - "When I Met John"

 

When I Met John

a black and white dream -

the Reeperbahn in Hamburg

where I stumble into a nasty bar

marveling to witness

on-stage:  the Silver Beatles

beer in hand

enmeshed I nod to demented rock

and when I try to chat with John

he sneers, Bugger off, arsehole!

and slams me out the door

which of course, wakes me up

to think, I just met the real Mocker!

but the smell of piss and beer

fresh as a sidewalk in spring

like a forgotten lyric, lingers