very
very sudden
like the cream whitens coffee

like the sun
explodes on the horizon


like stars appear
before the dark
and the moon
chases the sun
from the sky

like things good
happen
Karma catches you dreaming

kittens are cute and
mischievious
and puppies cute

and the dream
is all those
and more
and can not be

metaphored

parade then serenade me wordless foolish
brash then coyly fervently shush
me with that smile
fit me into the folds of silkish
flesh the  fuzz of peaches cushiness
brush me with eyelashes
feathered
long
like traces of
heaven flash
hold me with velvet
inside
arms of holding lastness
caution me with whispers scold
me with rushing cries

barely lighting the corner of the room
the corner
where
she stood

there lightly stands a shadow  of gloom
so normal
where
she stood

fair dark and resounding
like she still
is there
saddened

by the bare echoes found
within
a corner of
her head

hiding
forever
it is

real and perceptible
to me
like the
sun
going down

there are so many stupid people
in this country

I see a new president elected on
a spiteful racist divisionist platform
that will render America revisionist
and split and revulsionist and repulsive
I am glad our founding fathers put limits on each branch
of our government
because Trump
even as President will not have the power to
act as an ***. As much as he did in the past.
I will support him, until he tries to limit the  
rights of his detractors, force people who disagree with him to agree,
and that unfortunately is where I see him going.
I see him bringing our country to another brink.
The one where the poor are simply slaves. The weak
powerless to fight against the rich.And you who voted are at blame.

Jackie was.... classy...
Mrs'(s) Bush's  were .....matronly,
Bill will be.................
Bill!!!

e-mail Hillary
tweet the Donald
but for God's sake
get out and vote!

she is
they are
we

I am it
you are you
we are all

us
together
apart but connected

so the same
and different
and bleeding

and strong
weak in the future
shorter

longer
the curtains
the blinders

put upon
us we all
can not

ever make us
blind
no one takes

our places
makes our lips
say anything

won't you stay for toast and jelly
the day has just rose
like cream all over the hills
and vales are beckoning

with songs and daylilies
opening and the winks
of oranges tang sweet still

oh
the flowers just awoke
most of the village
is asleep
and will never notice

the beauty of
the sunrise of ten minutes more
enjoying
small nuances
of golden stars
setting

replaced by
the bright snowy clouds with an
angled sun glowing

corn in the field
berries on the vine
the sheets in the wind on the line

come restless
all into fire and rain
as well as locked clarity

behind studied doors

into the eyes
of paradise into
the carriages carrying you

on your way
not noticing the
snakes  
wolves in your paths

but the path worn holds
clues of
truth and

you would heed it
better
if you knew

for anything but perfection
despite the lonely nights
the sighing alone the
waking alone

the times you look back upon
where you see now might
you have acted
different

and forgiven more
seen and reacted because
now you realize
you are not perfect

in another way
been more patient
more creative in trying
to make it perfect

instead of
expecting
what wasn't
possible

before me
the puzzle just awaiting to
be solved
and I struggle

I know
the answer to the
riddles
the why and why nots

but my hands
seem disconnected from
my reasoning my fingers
cannot accomplish
what I think

every day
I try to put it all together
find a piece that fits
and ten others fall
to pieces

I start over again
perseverance my
salvation
so far

and unending
is the need
to try to conquer
the darkness
closing in
as relentless

as time
ticks

about it
when it comes does it rhyme
has no
consonance
no bad times
or is it all in the mind based
on fairy tales and frogs and
princesses

tell me love
about one time when everything
had no dissonance
was perfectly sane
like the maiden
head

of Snow White being awoken
by a frog

I wrote to attract people
sang  like a bird does
from a branch with  my feathers
upright
at first
when I was new out of the nest and stretching things
like a bluebird in paradise
now I am old have strutted cooed and
made several nests
I calmed down
sit now on the fence
watching all  
the young birds with strong taut
straight feathers dance and sing
on the branch by the leaf
I used to sit
on and sing
melodies wooing

ten miles into the woods where the retort
would not be heard
he jumped off a bridge
where  none  had stood

he was where he went when it all got to be too
much, his refuge, infirmary
and I guess he saw
it all as too much

finally
but, he left two little ones wondering
was it their fault
and questioning doubts
the rest of their lives

I used to respect him and thought
about him as a gentleman
and how he represented an
upstanding  family man,
I guess I was mistaken

ever noticed how long it takes a *****
to eat an ice cream sandwich where
it disappears in one gulp
with a dog?

discovering a new way of looking
or just watching closer
opening your eyes really
being aware
of your own biases
your mind working
to conceal things
is the first step
to a land a world
where acceptance
and love is the norm.

wishing I had just gone fishing
instead of drinking
sank a worm in the pond
I didn't so I am thinking
of you

finishing another round
now getting logical again
a song comes into my head
I can't find the name of it
you drown

me on the end of a hook
in the pond and mesquite
swirling river of Tequila
like a cricket
in a bream's mouth

hungry on the bottom
of the creek

for living creatures have to eat
breaks  my heart to see a young gazelle
go down her throat surrounded by razor lion teeth
or a squirrel      scurrying
in the middle of the road hearing destiny roar down on him
not knowing which way to turn
that crunch is part of life
hard distasteful but natural
and,  still nature has that giving side ,
the acorns from oaks
the prairie grass
so it is not all bleak,
just chance again,
someone wins the lottery every week
some get killed in cars,  by teeth get eaten
or become food for the insects,
or bar fights or  by a lion or tire;
and some make love like rabbits in the sun and have
wild onions in abundance and comfortable burrows
strong tree limb nests
to sleep in unworried it seems,
or are they?

rush around your day just stay calm
get things done but remember most of us
will see tomorrow
bring that urgency down to
that force making us rush
light to light
in a hurry perpetually like
we are going to get somewhere
Saturday is going to come and just like Tuesday
it begins with a sunrise and a rude
alarm clock bell
nothing to rush to
Wednesdays a race and Sunday is too

transcended the fear that causes bigotry
finally
because I noticed the way others judged me
so quick to render
finality    
and decide on first impressions
I thought it must be an instinctual thing
like why all
the hot chicks
are with
other guys

I think I am gonna think
before writing the next line,
Nah!
just gonna let it flow
write the next thing that
comes to my head,
stream of unconsciousness
I guess,
or a dam busted

find higher ground
you all,
the **** is gonna flow
again!

I keep banging my sore finger against the table
trying to pet the kitty
just another way to stay awake
alive
bang my head against the
ceiling trying to get high
enough to just be
able to see above the darkness
get on my knees sore as they are
everyday trying to make a living
wake up before I want to
go to sleep sooner
but bills are something concrete

time spent glad I survived
just out on this side
of a bad rhyme
a bad seasoning taste
a slimy oyster day
tough as an idiot
blind
foreshortened
heart breakening silences
tough as porcelain
cement  caked on sore
fingertips
torn things
a walk ahead long

come crashing down
through darkness
into sight
a permanent marker
sharpie stuck in your eye
black all you see
negatives hung on the walls
charcoal reliefs
of those you knew
paragraphs of sadness
posted to your wall in pencil
on sheets of paper

ashtrays filled with ashes
trash cans with beer cans
and the day begins
thinking of when it will end
making breath and striving
just to make it
until
you see the moon beckons again

along a brown dirt path free of leaves
well worn and travelled
many a vagabond straggler
and homeless waif
or ne'er do well
has walked before
into the valley
of not death but woe be me
I crawled at times
got weary wasted sore kneed
and thirsty
until sick sad and lonely
I bedded underneath
the nearest kind looking tree
for a bit of nap
and upon awakening
found my last ten cents was in
my pocket then
went missing
later I discovered I had fallen
blindly into dreaming
under what I call a money tree
which to my thoughts and reasoning meant
it was bountiful
and reaped great rewards for
the soul
to my surprise it means  it's limbs will reach
down
while you dream
finger your pocket and take
your last cent
then stand  there
bark brown still
and grin green or  russet red orange a grin
as you search for footsteps
and fingerprints

love her oohs and ahs
music to my ears
her vociferousness
we parlayed and drank several hours away
laughed and smoked a blunt
and her hand was right there
I was expecting her to pull it away
when I reached out and touched it
she was a lady but
let me grasp her
and she was quite a lady
my ears are ringing

satin sheets lil candies champagne
dimmed lights
candles flickering
crescent moon in the window
and ten dollars left
in my budget
and she is not here
I shaved my whiskers
bought expensive cologne
trimmed my forest
combed my hair
awaited her to knock
it never came
so
I guess that ****** site was bogus
let me try another

of equilibrium time stopped
along her shadow
looked back at me
smiled

then I began again confusion
but for that second
I was not worried
scared

I had reached entropy
had it in my grasp
between finger and thumb
a second

fleeting like present does
hard to grab hold to
I wonder how I did that
and try to repeat it
but

time has become  my obsession
trying to wonder if it goes back
or just forward
so

I experiment with travelling
in my mind trying to
go back and find
once more
that time

I am
unsuccessful
so far

Grandma's dress at the end was a sling around her
left leg and arm attached to a rope
and pulley we thought, or I did at five, was fun
to pull on
her exercise
she couldn't talk
but made expressive grunts to garner my mom's attention
when she saw me doing wrong
going into a room I shouldn't have
she was all there except
for verbalizing and being one sided
I liked to cuddle with her  
I still see it all

quench my thirst rainfall  please
fall to earth
wet my parched tongue
my emotionless thirst
sober on the dune I stand awaiting
scorching absorbing the sun's harshness
I need washed cleansed
stark bald
naked
basic
a dry blown grain of silicon
wasting away
at the whims of
the  wind and sun

black as before dawn
at times colored like flesh bleeding
crimson red sunrise
saying mother or  butterfly
or peace or
a *******
always on your shoulder
thigh ankle
a heart
a  key and lock a riddle
I have never understood
Angie or Mabel or
Cheryl
and sometimes a big x across
like that did not work out
it has to hurt
those arrows
darts poison pens
when she finds someone else
or he leaves you for another
why I ink only paper
with names and remembrances
and if I chose to I would have
Carpe diem  tattooed on the head of my ****,
or  AURIBUS TENEO LUPUM
would fit too!

all the specious thoughts forever with a bit of doubt
questioning the right
was I wrong
I suspect not
but surety is a conspicuous thing
almost vanity
all I can do now is go on
living
like I was correct
and question the questioning
and get along
little doggy
get a pair
and say **** it all
make good for what i did wrong or apologize
and from now on do my best
and love myself
help another worthless feeling
*******  
make the best of their self
or perhaps
spend my money
getting high
no

so long ago,, perhaps before
I was thought of
on the shoulder of a mountain
i was an old cedar
then, and lived centuries
just watching
the world turn
and the mountain and me knew
what was important
was being
more than I know
in this life
in the shadow
of then
now.

the seasonings in the meat and
simmering on the stove now
the oven pre-heating
it's taco night
I got quite the audience
3 kittens and Missy
all watching it so intently
I can read their eyes and minds
they are thinking
hot **** we gonna
eat good tonights

a dark star humming
and another day coming
thinking of
the long ago days and wonderful things all left
in albums

my ultimate judge of things
Missy, if her tail wags it's good
I often recite poems to her
and she rarely flicks her tail
a stray like me, she Is mostly Black Lab
and has sense confidence and good judgements, except
for wanting to chase anything on two wheels,
well she loves Foghat
despises Scorpion or other hair bands.
Her job is to mostly lie around
and on occasions flip the tip of her tail if she likes a song
or my dancing or  my poems.
She is a tough audience,
and I admit trying to bribe her
with bits of hot dogs and bologna.

I died to the sky beauty
she just seemed to go on until eternity
I just fell in love with a rainbow
I didn't find a *** of gold
but a radiance
I made love to a mountain
her tall peaks above anything
I swam in the sea
felt encompassed
and would be glad to drown there
in a valley peak dale
arms of the sky clouds like fingers
soft fluffy love
I love it here

directing the wind the plates of earth
the lava flowing the animals
I think
of causing the clouds to rain
the sky to thunder
hail to fall
the fawns to all have mothers
the lowest rat baby
to have a ****
the ants to have their bounty
and the bees to make honey
to make the rivers flow love
and I question
the references I have studied
and found no answer
until I saw Dog
is God
spelled backwards

in the lights of the city along the waterfront
reflecting across the bay serene and calm
it may seem all is peacefully at bed
until I see from here the flash of guns

and hear in the echoed sky a retort
of  someone dying alone
on a corner in a fight
so unnecessary

sights and sounds abound
from my perspective
not sure of their origins
or directions

until I see reporters films
and introspectives
on the nightly  news
at 4 and 5

and then I recall how peaceful it all is
watching from across the water
from here drawing my conclusions
and being wise

when I am not there seeing it in person
just a ******
jumping
to conclusions

round plentiful satisfyingly rotund
Peggy was almost two at once
she didn't intend that
just happened
a hormone thing
she was pleasing and still a world of big beautiful
and happy acting
she had hair like Rapunzel flowing like a golden river
down her back mountainside
to her log like legs
and when she hugged you
it was like a polar bear
so warm
she had spares
spare love to give , was grateful
innocent
as a dove
experienced as a *****
made me almost fall deep into love
I am glad
I wore a parachute

well, poetry begins by suspending reason,

unnaming and renaming everything ,

taking apart the small parts and making one big metaphor.

calling a flower your lover,

or pain as a roses thorn,

a smile as the sun,

a frown as a crescent moon,

and of course stars ,

they have to be included,

as sparkling,

butterflies are forbidden in modern poems,

as are roses, to which I alluded,

my bad , though,

I see poetry as anything

you feel deep enough to

try to write a poem about

and makes you feel

in surrealisms  or reality
whether drunk ****** sober tripping out
grounded or high
addicted we all are

arranged all in rows
tamed
well life is not like that
it comes with dissonances
and travails
and the blessed part is,
surprisingly,
is the best things are always
bittersweet.
I can rhyme,
I can sing,
I know cadence and hymnals and
all the various structures
you wanna stuff life into
it don't work that way,
if you do say pose a prose or poem
or problem in one way
there are ten million at least
gonna not see it.
life is not a box all
geometric symmetrically
straight lined  x equals y
nor are lives
life stinks a lot
I guess
what I am proposing
is why make it seem
like anything
but what it is
a struggle
U struggle I struggle
to make sense of  it all and it's too big
too vast
too complicated
I  like flowers
Buttercups among my favorites
but sometimes I hate them too
because i like dandelions
and the man is trying to grow only
flowers

feel over form
function over style
cause before appeal
in the best scenarios the two would be combined
but I am not Shakespeare
Nor Norman Vincent Peale
in citing individuals
by researchable credentials
I cite in particular
******
no other words necessary
as history shows clearly we try
as a people as a humanity to believe
we try so hard we stop questioning
that to me
is dangerously
reckless

green on copper wrinkles
red rust on my steel facade
grease on my pan
ants all over my pantry
dust on my Lincoln
stains on my Levi's
pain in my back
wrinkles on my suit
ketchup on my bow tie
ten houses on the street vacant
taxes going up
everyone I know unemployed
and searching
I think somethings wrong
just commentating
no answers no solutions
but I hope
someone does

before she awakes
before she puts on her makeup
or brushes her teeth and hair
she is still
the most gorgeous woman I have
ever seen
I wonder
what might she
be dreaming of

I farted again
I don't know why
but it happens when I walk
I try to squeeze my *** cheeks together
and stifle it
it's old age
pending is no longer it
it's here
ripe and yellow foggy
smells like ****
sounds like a train whistle at times
Toot-Toot

she walks smiling about town
saying  hi  to everyone
and she returns her cart to the appropriate
place when grocery shopping
seems to be friends with everyone
helped an old woman load her groceries
into her van
and she dresses in short dresses
and thin tops
and her smiles are seen for miles around
or at least lights up the parking lot
it is rare
to see a woman in shape in
Alabama  
with healthy teeth

when she notices me
there will be rainbows and sunny skies forever
when she smiles
the whole world will be spinning
when she takes my hand in hers
the dark will be no more
when she gives me her number
her phone won't stop ringing
and her answering machine
will be filled up with
my messages saying
hey
I thought you liked me
***
you ain't picked up the phone
since you saw my picture
are you sick?
have company?
Then six months later
a light will shine on:
Oh she must have lost service.
The only rational
reasons.