Category Archives: poems

gravel road rumble strip vibration sideways swerve dusty billowed flatland trip on Mexican blanket nerves dragonfly splat pane an, “aaww shucks,” sign miles of golden field refrain “cuddle up, you darlin’ mine” blue water dance keys Brightsand pleasure sight anticipation sun sees … Continue reading →

hookah man is lost in smoke and sips of jasmine tea hookah man is rubbing whiskers philosophically hookah man is summoning a genie sweet that’s his alone to see hookah man is looking in at the place he wants to be … Continue reading →

pinks and reds can go together they do in nature, she said now I’ve been bit by a feral dog— and Dufy’s in my head   walls of strident haute color wild beast brush stroke -er the painting space all bathed a bathing … Continue reading →

in Val d’Enfer his caverns are calling the mistral is moaning tortured cliffs tremble and Dante’s Inferno still rains fire   time for young green lured old white is timeless trapped eternal red re-ignites pits— climbing ivy, intense loud on limestone walls, stoic silent crimson flag and roof tiles … Continue reading →

cold hands hot hands her hands my hands cold lips hot lips her lips my lips hearts beat hot heat her heart my heart   circulation different combustion same

some want to stay some have to leave some wait an hour to get in some need to pee and they wait for the can-can some want the beef and the beaujolais some want the jazz from the musicman so kick up your feet, clap your … Continue reading →

when I was a kid you used to be cheese then I grew up and felt your eyes moonlight magnetic   man in the moon— mother earth’s lover I watch you dance the sky for her   fishermen, sailors women flow … Continue reading →

snow kids are melting laughing, splashing in gutter creeks— two wear rubber boots three sport wet sneakers their popsicle stick floats become speed boats racing to the sweet sewer finish line cascade cheer

I want to see the Big Muddy before I die Big Muddy, Big Muddy badlands not so bad buddy I’ll wear my old boots ride a bronc punch cows shoot a Colt   Big Muddy, Big Muddy   vistas from … Continue reading →

a short taste of Miss Spring, brief bittersweet not enough to wet my whistle or wet the thistle— you’re not strong enough, yet   Old Man Winter won’t go away— Mr. Freeze, you bastard your winds whip back to attack our buds … Continue reading →