Today

The fetid, pliant, hot alive

All moaning, whimpering, wants to jive

The rocking, jolting supine dance

Demanding clutch and dazed glance

To make the comic two-backed beast

To wrench the ripened fruit and feast

Is eager, is ridiculous

Will sell a world to feel but thus

The current flexes vertebrae

The day slips into night to day

Ah, drive the fret of thought away

Surf

Feel the surge deep in the water

Here where Ocean wakes Her senses

Land comes rushing forth to love-embrace

Know the ways of waves completely

Curve your body to their rhythms

Gasp in laughs of droplet water

Love and ride and feel the power

Bearing on to shore and shallows

Golden sand beneath the aching

Arc of topaz sky

Life asks Death: "Will you dance with me?"

In the shadows, Rage clings to Desire.

Soul Parent

Manitou, Olorun, Sophia, Yahweh, Ram, Allah, Waheguru

Our soul parent, still in stillness, minding endless universes, hear

So am I like stars and atoms, riding waves of algorithms,

Beads of light are dancing, singing, “Think you love must give us meaning?

We were love from the beginning. Ahhh.”

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Minded into this existence, knowing love embeds all knowing

I shall rise to face the demons, going, coming, coming, going. Ahhh.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Amen. 

Sonatina

Beyond this perfect sphere of chalk 

Which veils point diamond quasar point

Ascending finely

Shade

By shade

To fading pastel blue

Black vacuum spaces

Draw to focus

Sharp, precise, white points of stars

No dusk.     No dawn.

My soul,

A single, shining missile

Weaves              dark                chunks       jagged               through           sudden               of 

       interstellar

                                    rock

Not unanti-lifelike

Yet so ...so stupid, easy to evade

So laughing at point nine nine nine of c

I zing

And age but just enough

To feel

Something Forty Five Something

The women of Berlin

Searched stockyards as the Russian troops closed in

For cow manure still contains some calories, you know

And children have to eat

Not boys past twelve, of course

From house to church to school to store

Eight blocks away, they fought

In uniforms all baggy on their skinny limbs

Lugged rifles and grenades in wild despair

Were ripped like gruesome dolls

To guard the Bunker.

The women of Berlin

Looked on the even smaller boys

Eyes bright as hope

And shrank from any thought

Of what time held

For boys like these

For who would teach them now

How to be men? 

Silent Heartache

I walk in silent heartache, gazing into the night sky,

Holding back tears so I won’t embarrass passersby.

Some are born to laugh. Some are born to cry.

Some live their lives wondering why.

Wet streets in neon glisten. Cold rain just keeps on falling.

Faces I pass, so afraid of feeling and not feeling.

Some are born to laugh. Some are born to cry.

Some live their lives wondering why.

Why do we pretend it’s all worth it in the end?

God, what I’d give just to find one true friend.

Wet cars and buildings glisten. Cold rain just keeps on falling.

Faces I pass, full of nameless fear and nameless longing.

Some are born to laugh. Some are born to cry.

Some live their lives wondering why.