, i am

concrete of a city floor, i am

steel bones of a high rise, i am

soils of a vacant field, i am

the trunk of a mighty oak

sewer streams in gutters, i am

flickering neon lights, i am

viscous trails of slugs, i am

feathered flights of hawks

moonrise on the ocean, i am

silvered blue and grey, i am

midday desert sunlight, i am

crimson burn and char

the gardens are all around me, i am

planted here and thrive, i am

just as grown as anything, i am

yet to be revealed

soft collisions

there’s a silence

when the sun breaks

when the breath you stole

from the night escapes

when the ocean calms

itself of waves

and soft collisions of

dream remain

there love lies

as silent as a spy

unfettered, unassigned

as breaking sun arrives

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O poem, O poem

in fragments or flows

in rhyme or free verse

as thief or provider

O poem, O poem

there’s a poet in the gloaming

a seeker on the path

of a maze undeciphered

dream in a mixing bowl

over the edge of this

flat earth

falling in a descending

scream of perfect

chromatic scale

intervals

dream of a splash

but there is none as

gravity be damned,

but something is

pulling me

stir of a soul in

the lost swirl of

nothingness,

mixed in extremes of

zero kelvins and

inferno

the beauty here is

elusive,

divested of gender;

  if you believe in

  anything

  it will only

  block your path

(5-7-5)

morning aria

kiss me here, my love, my girl

while music still plays

good company

most of my favorite singers

are dead

their heavy lives now

weightless,

jaded anarchy now in step

to the binding laws of afterlife

  whatever they may be

their lives taken too early

by self or circumstance

now wailing in a room of echoes

  the questions that haunt

  without answers

yes death, you win again

take the singers, the poets

the voices of strangers

i’ve come to know

  you always win

i am still soothed by the

company i’ve gathered

(5-7-5)

missing you, i take

refuge in your distant voice

  love is an island

cradled

i love you

not the way love makes you

run and

jump and

sing

and say that you can do

anything

no

i love you in a silence

that cradles the heart

engulfs the soul

it

 

somebody’s fucking

somebody’s fucking

i can almost feel it

legs spreading

secrets revealing

somebody’s fucking

i can almost taste it

lips encouraging

tongues entangled

somebody’s screaming

~ Oh fucking god ~

as moon continues

the overflowing

somebody’s fucking

i can almost see it

the lights are dim now

the shadows receding

below Isabel

with memories of my own lost love

i sit below sweet Isabel

and swat the flies below an Oak

and loathe the passers-by

for them i weep, i pour myself

into a lonesome sigh

for those who pass with just a glance

have nothing in their eyes

  and nothing left for you my love?

  or nothing but some placid thought

  that breaks your beauty down to half

  now naked in this garden

  i beg of you, dear Isabel

  think now good thoughts and pleasures

  and dream a day when god unites

  all sorrows with their treasures

 

crushed

vacillating lips

paused - reluctant

broken apart

suspended consent

palpable breath

heavy anticipations

moist hesitations

breathe out

breathe in

crowded inhibitions

an exit

an entrance

complicated arousals

allowable temptations

vacillating lips

pause - connect

apprehensions demolished

our intentions

crash in

 

as she is

 

Companions (photo print sent to kd)

 

Always so beautiful

reply to an April 22, 1990 letter

Will I ever walk alone again, alone down by the sea?

  You will never walk, my love,

  without my love for thee!

Will I be the only one to see the

sun awaken from her sleep?

  The sun will never awaken, my love,

  without my love for thee!

Will I be the only one to hear

the sounds that greet the morn?

  No morn could have a sound, my love,

  without my love for thee!

Will I be the only one to notice

that tomorrow has been born?

  Tomorrow is ill-conceived, my love,

  without my love for thee!

I never want to be alone - Alone

is sharing without you!

  You'll never share one moment, my love,

  without my love for thee!

break goodbye

Let’s just break  goodbye  in half and
  leave this as  good
Before you say the whole word
Before your lips come together
Before they touch the second syllable
  Let’s leave this as  good
Let’s make that the word because
  that’s what we were
    We were good
      Good together
      Good for each other
      Good at love
And it’s good now to kiss you in the
  middle of such a word and
  not taste
  the end
And it’s good now to hold you
And it’s good not to hear the
  hard thump of that sound
And it’s good that we leave this in
  alternating whispers of

yes, this was good
we were good…
and smile through tears.

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Foxglove

swaying at the border post

where the delightful taunts

are cool and breezy

as they whip the back 

now bleeding again

bring it again

bring it again

weary and reticent

in mute states of pleasure

that sink through the skin

undecided where to go

so puddled their confusion

up and down again

up and down again

murder the cell of memory

that one little regret

now a million thriving foxgloves

come wild come flirtatious

come poisonous prescient friend

consuming again

consuming again

(Photo by Ray’s Photo Art, at society6.com)