Close your eyes
the Sea is waiting.

~ Today
I did hear you ~
Say distinctly
           I love      you . . .
                                      with the cutest
                                                      wordplay
 ­                                                        wavesvibe  
                                                        whooshed­  
                                                     Inbetween
                                          The B y k e
Wheels spinnin' franticaly           .  .  .       Make me wanna love ya !

In this silence
blindness permeates
Leaves dance unnoticed, whirling
dodging death cars swirl
a child slips soundlessly
to the echo of nowhere
hands lose each other
seagulls do not fly needlessly
washing hangs still on a line
an old couple
small & slight
& bent double
feel their old way to one another
as if searching for gold

We are modern Origami sprawl
gritty boxes, evolving
on a blighted sea of sprinkled dusk.
Witching this Epoch hour
where will I find you
jeans throng a poison prescience giant
like a fill-in-the blank Bell
soon to be bird-like & quivering
a Clinging beyond ourselves
electronica loud-mouthed
beep beep
a motorcycle dazzle
some drop in the heat
oh Che Guevara
nothing's changed
nothing's real

Alas, poor venison salami, I knew ye well!
You were a dear, dear friend
But then you met your sorry end
at my fair cat’s royal command

I'll sing a dirge & sound the Bell
I'll tip my hat & say farewell
to your sweet, succulent delight
may we ne’er lose it out of sight.

I'll try to find you
amongst sweet wrappers
mold you into a triangle
we shall talk about what matters
how the universe is an egg & you
are the golden tipped needle
ready to split the egg
& how stars & birds will fly out
when you do bend
to such majesty, loud
& impeccably candid
& the neighbor will ask
with a knock, if anyone's in
& I shan't answer, bask
in the glory of silence,
guarding  the future

At first fiercely alone,
he rode in sternly
A mirage sifted
the Iguana sands
among the Cacti
past the mountains
a gun shot rang out
near a convent
& changed into an oasis
where a single rose grew
and a pool no deeper
than a lover stood waist-high
greeted as he knelt
down & saw a pale stone.
Amused now, he held it in his hand
smooth as a girl
or the whittled bones
of some old traveller
gunned down by bandits,
& afraid to breathe
now even after death.
A poor find all in all
yet rounded in places.
A tepid fit to his palm
another horizon
claimed by an intent
that eclipsed the heavens
even as he sent his trinket
skipping, slicing the thin water
& the smug lilt of his voice
was the first the stone had ever heard
an incantation that blazed about it
like a kind of faith or condemnation
or a fire's leap at dusk.