In olden times,

We forged a gong,

Born shimmering,

Light and song.

Earth and moon,

Spinning starry hosts.

And errant psalms,

In angelic throngs.

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Birth Of A Cello

In my arms I would enfold,

Her heart to mine.

My heart may only mourn,

This love I know reborn,

Its certainty to die,

And guide the stars,

By wordless elegies,

To each final embrace.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A POEM

In the shade of a cafe,

I am sipping latte.

Across the sand sward to sizzling foam,

Children's voices I see,

Painting the colors of ecstasy.

In prancing stride,

They are Baptized,

In the mortal tide.

There I fed stomach, heart and lung,

On the basso profundo,

And tenor's reach,

Of comers curling on the beach.

Bucket and shovel in hand,

I built temples on tidal plain.

Walls crumbled in mica shells,

And within,

I breathed wave song's carnal smell.

In vast deserts,

And savanna plains,

The silence of the abyssal,

Shimmered,

Timeless through loin and spine.

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Sahara,

Lifted from the sea,

Until that night I lay,

Starfish with long rays.

Level eyed they looked,

Deep into the others longing,

Pressing their desire.

The sun and moon,

In wedding songs.

Stars raining,

From the constellations.

Breathing life into creation.

   PODUNKI

Where no ranting seethed,

The whores waxed fat,

On first prayers sung,

As first they were,

By all that breathe.

 

No coin  to hand,

Paid on visions,

Starvation feeds,

By glances included,

Another.

Enchanted avatar.

The dead found racing or in full stroke,

Had taken the salt of fallen stars,

For downy bed.

And dreamed were womb coddled,

By astral beams

They round him gathered,

His sea-side foggy fish eyes.

Breathing smoke,

Hearth they spoke,

And rhyming in a thousand tongues,

Untangled song,

From the dung.

And set the words dancing

The hooey-blueey lung.

Venus and muses,

Appearing to them as was there,

Glowing and fragrant,

The blooming stars made,

As blooming from them fades.

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                                         TO WILL

Thanks for the garden,

The woods and glens,

I've joined you ceaselessly,

In Eden.

Wily poacher,

Forbidden fruit,

Sweet on the tongue,

Feeds our hearts.

Together,

We have shooed,

The cherubs,

Like summer flies,

And strolled the petals,

Of Eves hidden rose,

To the farmers' groves.

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The teeming bones powdering the coral sands,

These brave ones who looked it in the eye,

Empty, empty.

Trampled four square,

And can't be reduced,

Cell by cell match the stars,

And worlds lost.

Sea fingers claw and coax,

My child's feet in the suds,

The palisades, the glacier,

The flat horizon and the one that climbs.

Virginia, Virginia,

Where are thee,

And where rows,

The Argosy?

Neptune answer,

For memory.

For the unnamed graves,

Fertilizer made,

The miner drowned in soot.

Answer for black shores and pearls,

Her heart to win.

Fatal tears,

Spike the gown,

And pierce the oyster.

Mother of pearl,

Spit tears to the moon,

And hold her yet,

And yield to the knife,

Beauty stays the hand,

To confess its truth and motion.

Deep, deep,

Leviathan,

Strip mines,

Nether shores.

Rain and fog through fathoms weep,

There to feed naught but treasure.

Winnowed from dross,

Thrashed from husk,

And join them in ubiquity.

Lagoons of summer,

Color of sky.

Elaborate albs of of worship,

North and south.

The dusk plunges,

And harvesters and shrimp,

Push endless psalms,

Through the ocean's chords.

Deep and wide,

Gongs and worlds.

Chorusing imperishable souls,

Where the infant,

Asked and was answered.

The names unwritten,

In depths disgorge.

 Dreams dive luminescent,

Among the glowing serpents,

Drape the alters,

At their weddings.

All die in wonder, 

Eyed wide black,

And starry lighting.

We celebrate dirges,

Joyful,

Shouldering gods,

And running three legged races, With squid and octopi

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AMERICAN  DREAMER

I had a dream,

Real as waking,

Not a jot more.

Swimming through the mirror,

And the mucous,

Turns to tears.

In a high school auditorium,

Burly black men singing,

Bushy hair of formidable length,

Cinched in stallion plume,

Would run for the roses,

Or the Belmont Stakes.

Gentle voices singing,

"We are humble,

Loving men".

We spit orthodontics,

From our gums,

Scalded by heartburn,

Gaul,

And the worm that turns.

Wit beyond,

Where we might ever go,

Callow blanched,

We would remain,

Though disaster should temper,

Too late,

For us to natal know,

The throes of wisdom,

That form a soul.

We shall but plating seek,

Fame fortune,

And a dry docked skiff,

For a some day trip,

To black pearls,

In the deeps.

Pressed flower tenors,

In cravats,

And child stars,

In tap dance spats,

Await the call.

To resume the trance,

Of youth embalmed,

For dewy eyes,

To undress,

Their fetching dance.

In the parking lot I appeared,

My beater had disappeared.

The valet received,

The limo and opened the rear,

My boots a high polish,

My face in it mirrored.

The lot for celebrities,

In bleached jeans,

And P.J. Flyers,

An antique collection,

Running a fiver.

A green card for the night,

'Til fame dimmed,

To popular slight;

Into the club I was ushred.

One famous member,

Wild locks,

Sat dangling thin legs,

From the swimming pool's edge,

Like a summering kid,

From a pond's wooden dock.

He had died,

I am sure,

In lock up,

In the stir.

For killing and rape,

But he was no intruder,

Fame it seems,

Is soul's theft and murder.

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Upon the greasy grass,

A rhinoceros pranced,

Knees high as a pacer.

Proud as all that live,

And face extinction,

Passenger pigeon, honey bee,

elm,

And redwood tree,

For it ends in beauty.

Here Custer made a stand,

In a foreign land,

Where dreams,

Were sacred,

Of Creation,s hand.

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Along the shore,

We stood silent witnessing.

Sun and moon,

Their marriage graced,

Finally in embrace,

Settling red in the sea,

Withdrawing love,

For all tha,t be,

Bleeding gowns,

In eternity

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>   THE WIDOW'S HEART
>
> Three notes musings',
> I heard,
> Lifting
> Onto the evening air.
>
> And all that is love was there.
>
> Her emptied hand,
> Wandered mere infinity,
> Naught and dreere,
> Smaller,
> Than dew drop or tear.
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>
> DIALOGUE WITH A FALLEN LEAF
>
> No comfort or wisdom,
> Do I find in you,
> No lesson or grace,
> For a mortal race.
>
> Your graceful descent,
> Is not my complaint,
> But grief relieved,
> By multitude,
> And consent.
>
>

> A fallen leaf,
> Enchanted my eye.
>
> Spine of gold,
> Deepening red,
> As wine with time,
> And a love,
> That never grows old.
>
> No bush or tree,
> That I could see,
> Sent this call to me.
>
> As with love,
> Happenstance,
> Choreographs,
> Inevitabletie's dance.
>
> When I returned,
> The leaf had flown,
> Into the firmament,
> Psalms make home.