Why didn't the timer work? 

It sure has become tough to get these things through cusoms lately. 

They have been around the world many times. 

My knife roll 

Perhaps

You perhaps have on a loose fall white dress
Your summer legs are brown and bare
You are in a hurry to not be late
Exhaled breath will get you there

You will blow in on a crisp breeze -
Morning scented with aroused air
Hop scotches my dwindling hair -
I’ll catch you as an autumn leaf

I will hold you there
In that room of sickness
We must cure
The only way we know how -

Well again at last
We’ll manage another misspent hour

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Need in deed

Chasing a horse till sunrise
Why don’t I dream that it's night
I slide across her lips
Round as a robin’s breast
Guilty in youth, guiltier still

Ruleless as an empty paper coffee cup
Trying to put the other half together by quarters
She had gotten tired because
She was holding on to him
Hoping he was holding on too

The long warm months had bounced by
With eagerness and confusion then
Finally the summer road drank her
As if she was a frosty glass of water

Me, after class, no ball cap! 

work tools! 

Work permit

(please view the orriginal artwork that inspired this poem HERE )

I have been dead all my life
Flat like the sea
Choking horizon
Close and endless

All the pleasure I have known
The guilty touch of shiny leather
The crude grail of silk
All the rotten reals
Of dead animal skin
And no hope of transformation

I have surfed like a job
Over the birthplace of clams
While a solitary skate
Is flying on whale song
Across the valley below me

There is no home
That wasn’t a house
(With a hanging hat
Strangled in haste)

Diamonds strung on spider webs
Were pictures in magazines
On orthodontic visits

The sparkling world and shinny teeth
Presidents and Princesses
Long cars with fins
Sputtering whales

Couldn’t prepare me
For a moment alone
A spastic second spent
In my own embrace

Triptych Centerpiece

So superficial are the suits
That make us grown.
So real the forgotten children
That are the growing
Shadow within.
Our discomfort is
Endless as the sand by the ocean
And comfortable between our toes.

(See the picture here )

Who’s there?

Emily, mother of my sorrow –
Genes of my prison cells.
You stuck out so you didn’t
Want others to notice
That you did what few
Can do. I could have
Taught you to
Build a disguise,
I who have hidden
In dishonesty.
You were right,
Your way was better
But there is no good way
When you’re a
Tear drop with out an eye,
A peach without lips
To brush against it.

(look at the picture HERE)

Balloon Air

I don’t know whether I can,
Sweet katy, there’s always not,
I mean, I’ll try.

(He hears her.
He hurries through his day.
He almost makes it.
And then, out of the blue,
Like thunder)

He always does his best, though.

(The picture that will make this clear is Here )

Good News Friends!

Banks of the Little Miami will publish four of my poems in September! Yay!!!!
go to: Banks of the Little Miami

No ladno, ne vazhne, eedoo!

My body tossed troubled through the air this week. You land soon enough. It’s important not to land! Piles of paper are on my head, pushing me down. Still God, in his infinite mercy, has held me up to the sky, has made me part of the air, has let sunlight filter through all this impermanence. No matter how tarnished I become, I am allowed to sparkle, turn, changing as a kaleidoscope does, patterns, color, light. I bank into the breeze, I am still in motion.

Odyssey between afternoon classes

Walking in waves of heat,
Tide pools washing over the difficult asphalt,
Walking from the Minotaur’s dacha
To the hat rack of Madusa,
Scraps of poems are scattered in places
Too difficult to hide in.

You were dizzy in my arms.
We drove the highway up to Eden.
It was my dream so when we
Should have been the happiest,
When we got there, it wasn’t real.
We stumbled picking up our shadows,

They were cool in our hands.
We were naked children on a deserted beach.
You turned me into a pig
And I followed you everywhere, making noises,
Teaching you to smile
Discovering you were sunlight and motion.

Brown bottom sonnet

There almost always was time
Parade rest bottom shop
Love got behind in its conquests
Fool full out
There was always
Never anything like this
No time
Since the end
In my sleep I caress you
Restless to wake
See that room
We have long since smiled
We moved
And are dead