Even If Disturbing

Less white than black in the dayairplane at sunset
streaks of your face over mountains
colored by sizzling reddish strands
blowing away from your eyes

shimmering in the lingering
loving in the lasting lonely
framing the easy harmony
in time with the leaning

Pain is there in the knowing
frustration in the feast
with sand lanes dancing
since you hold the sunset

If I were a gregarious pilot
I would fly without doubt
forever into that fading light
to find you in the dusk

perhaps an endless journey
but worth the taking
even if disturbing
in the same way you are

Even If Disturbing

Bring Me Nothing

Bring Me Nothingstorm and lightning
I’m mad. I’m mad, mad, mad
I’m mad at the whole world
I’m mad at everything
I’m mad at everybody

I’m mad at the flowers and the trees
I’m mad at the birds and butterflies
I’m mad at dogs and cats and monkeys
And I’m mad at the very air
I’m mad at sticks and stones
And things that break my bones
And names that always hurt me
I’m mad at being mad

Not only that I’m angry
I’m very senseless angry
I’m angry just because I can be
Just because you’re looking at me
And if you weren’t looking
I’d still be silly mad
Stark seething crazy as a
Willow in a hurricane mad

And I’m upset
Even though that’s much too mild
To describe what I feel
So upset my head is creaking

I could screech at the heavens
And take down the sky
And stomp an earthquake
Just because, just because
So go away, don’t talk to me
Don’t even look at me,
But don’t leave, don’t leave me here
Don’t leave me like this

Infuriatingly mad at you
Disgustingly mad at me
Mad at everyone and everything
Mad at just being alive

Mad at streets and houses
And carrots and potatoes and steak
And fried eggs and soup
So mad that nothing will do, nothing
So, bring me nothing because…

Ice cream…

No, I’m not mad at ice cream



so, yes, I’ll have another scoop!

Bring Me Nothing

Within a New Song

holding hard the earrings or the roar of an oceanwave crashing
she skipped into view raising the shell above
dancing to the special tune of her ear rings
keeping time to the screech of a dozen gulls

can it be that there is time for all this
rocking on a porch creaking with the tide
forward with the wave rolling out
back again with the next wave moving in

her dance has been more than an hour’s worth
and it is becoming sensual as she fondles the earth
drawing it toward her taking it in and in
gasping for a new sense as it moves away

a simple plate of corn, mashed potatoes
and a pork chop soaked in a savory gravy
the bread is good, still warm and freshly sliced
there will be desert, probably of apple

resting on the sand, watching stars fade in
she is completely spent, still writhing and
breathless with tongue wetting lip she waits
for with a new song she will dance again.

Within a New Song

Oozing Colors

did you hear thatJust an artist painting
in thoughts carefully culled
across a canvas of vast
glorious mesh of electrons
feeding colors

Here screams a galloping calamity
there frets a feathered fawning
around the edge a contusion
inside the outside of others
eating colors

You see his art at the
very edges of your vision
in the peripherals you see
and if it moves you will
feel it more than hear it
touching colors

outside lies a breeze
to catch on a brush tip
inside a breath lies
waiting for the knife
to cut, drag and pulsate
withering colors

Surely you think you know
what it is all about for
where there is art there
is meaning to be grasped
pulled tightly to the
heart of the colors

hand him a clean brush

Oozing Colors