Waiting for the Storm
The wings anchor the redtail hawk to the sky
in an unstable atmosphere.
In a downward spire he swoops the field.
Poetry
276 works
EIGHTY-FIVE-YEAR-OLD ICON HAIKU
[derivative scribbled grooving to half-dead-Dylan obscure playlist as one grandkid drives bunch of us over Bay Bridge]
it's easy to have
courage when one of your feet
The Red Rocks Of Colorado #2
The curtain of the sky
tore
the earth shook
Roman Glass
What started out as silica to the Phoenicians
became the Roman art on the dining room table.
Cage-cups , perfume bottles, animal flasks, and fluted bottles,
A Catfish Song
The queen of sage, the wiry rat dog,
guards our campsite, never relaxing,
a vigilant sentry, our patrolman of brush,
ICE outta Minnesota, love
ICE outta Minnesota, love,
now they might allow dreams in the ghetto,
they might stop shooting niggas on the run,
Me and My Rock’n’Roll Dad
Me and my rock'n'roll dad
would go walking on streets of secrecy,
in broad daylight, under a Communist sun,
You were the last high
I can tell a lot about the lows
the 'Lowlands are home to me now'
I don't feel blue and I don't feel desperate
The Second Part
Donostia San Sebastián
6th May 2019
I - Donostia
The First Part
Naples
2nd May 2019
I - Parthenope
The Walk
Orisson
Antiphon 1 - St Michael on the Pyrenees
This is the Door of the Jubilee of Forgiveness:
Disturbing Peace (Based on the film, “Closet Land”)
For her, when the closet dreams again began their terror was that of stillness,
& that stillness the kind of cemeteries. Away, she could rationalize this, say
that the grave coats were only cloth, the narrowing light, only a viewpoint,
Information Society
Fear. Numbers. Money----
All bottom line criteria detailing this century
resulting from ignorance & an enlightenment
Shell Seekers
Also must search the embankments,
the shores for your crypt, all those emblems -
beloved, beloved - our fingertips leave...
Divingdinless
On ledges of vertigo falcons,
I left behind some crumbs for flying
critters
Waking the Body
Might sodium pentothal work or perhaps amnesia,
a clean slate, no shame, no idea -
(is there?) - of lacking...
Deep Water
Ages sleep, rock-mysterious: the fossils of lava flooding senses fathom
by the lights of fish blind themselves in their own darting schools,
pearlescent as targets only carbon's neon strobes
The Koi
Koi are not fish, he says.
They’re the backyard’s jewelry collection.
But they are fish, he adds.
The Waitress
It’s obvious that
our waitress is distracted.
Tears in her eyes
A Lover of The Symphony
I sit myself in a place where the crowd is mere mirage.
There is nothing in this concert hall but the music
and myself. The violinists try their best to pass as people,