screaming at low volumes
split hairs until we are all there, on the door steps to hell of high water and low lands and cat tail reed stands where we can grope and feel and tie our ropes to the necks of our loves where we’ll fly off as doves without eyes to see or a beak to eat, … Read morePlanting Season
CLEO You woke up and asked me, “Tell me, are you randy?” I said no and your reply, “Good, neither am I.” made me wonder if you were awake at all of if it was simply a halucinatory call. GEORGE I’m sure it was how you remember. Though I often sleep so I can forget.
words down drains in periodic impotence I won’t stop these dreams of greatness and gutters beholding treasure and fortunes in the currency of experience, but I wonder at the exchange rate this transaction -cold and unfeeling imposes on my soul where things priceless have spent their lives carving out names for those memories that have … Read moreNo Bullet in the Gun
A frustration grows like an ugly flower watching this abysmal use of tremendous power to stomp on smaller things, like mother and child, but, nothing so wild as asking coat and tails to pay a share, their share – no more, just to help keep open the school’s door. These great negotiations on the side … Read moreThe View From Ft. Trumbul
A good audience is never kind. I would tease you all night – -if you could stand it. They should shout and demand more. Drive you to edges you’ve not known – -bring you back again for new directions. The poets intensity is directly related. if you scream, I would go faster – -then stop … Read morethe Interplay of Kindness
Tell me about the places That I will never go; Tell me about the faces That I will never know. Tell me of the loves lost To tradition and ceremony; Of seafarers tossed Into plans for hegemony. Send me backwards, reeling From your deeper insights; Excite my raw feelings With your tender insides. Drag me … Read moreWednesday Night.
We sat in perfect proportions like an entree with two sides. I’ve always loved green beans – A few drinks A little reefer Spiraling into the desire… one says, “Why don’t you ever try and get me in bed?” We keep on drinking until there are four of them. The other asks, “Is this all … Read moreThe Way It Is
is it the end, just yet? or are we waiting for it to start. it’s so confusing sometimes trying to understand our heart. it has not been a life time of souls separated by life but there’s a pull of the life line from a core of drum and fife. will I cook? will you … Read moreThe English Lass
I’ve been dying for the Propaganda Dream They put it in motion – I don’t know when Make me want freedom, and all that. But something went awry – The Propaganda Dream can’t hold up to lies. Oh, the dream was good – Freedom, Equality With Capital F’s and E’s and no one gets on … Read morePropaganda Dreams I
I want for you and me to dance like school children at play; to know the bottom is between two upswings. I want the ropes under our feet, off of our hands I want to be free from these adult conspiracies with sticks that hurt too much. I want to hop through squares in arbitrary … Read moreLove Letter