Herbie the ghost emitted thick, glowing vapor as he traveled smoothly through a stable, gooey portal, arriving at a slowly brightening dimension on the same world. Herbie feels like splashing pleasurably around in a nearby marble fountain, so he does. Now, continuing on his trip to nowhere, he soars, high, emitting a vapor trail, landing smoothly at a nearby beach. The sun is sizzling and he feels the warm sand.

There can be no single
sentence
of comparison
of happiness

Many have different choices
some love money
others sex
few only love
many kisses

many like scores of friends
old ailing moms
want all kids to be around
when she is on her last
heavenly bound

Lord knows when
ah
but it's her last wish

some envy others' drawing rooms
carpets from Cashmir
and
newly weds want saris
and
silken skirts
from Bangalore

I, you, windward blown looked north
And fell into the truck with the others
Like tumbled dominoes, we fell
And waited till the great hulk shuddered to a start.

This is not our fate, not yet, but someone
Deemed it possible for us to us only dream
Of escape.

We thought we travelled north, but it could have been
Anywhere.
Algeria, was where they left us, paperless
As mortared stationers,
I looked at where the rest had fled.

STOPPING BY THE WOODS ON A SNOWY EVE by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

Bubbling a bubbler....
now moving on to molding dense putty, firmly,
with warm flesh while knawing on juicy chewing gum.
The pleasurable breeze mixes with the warm sun
and all is well.
Hypnotic sounds of vacuums, birds,
and rustling leaves meld together cyclically
like orbiting masses.
Bugs are getting zapped by a light
as I observe in a trance....
I am these bugs igniting and fading away.

There is a blind spot in my eye,
so I can never see the whole.

It is a gap in sight, maybe like
the synaptic gap, I do not know;

but like most things, it takes
a leap of faith to cross a shore:

as mind automatically constructs
the full image of what I saw.

A poem for a Virgin
who was always afraid of a man
was married and
taken away to a far off land

she had none of her trusted ones at hand
thus I spoke

Lead kindly into the night
with hubby aright
be faithful all night and life
be a good wife

nothing and no one
but your husband is right

he will take care of you
only if you always lead him

KINDLY

into the night
till twilight
all your life
and I was right

found to be idle
a sold out recycle,
80,000 dollar machine
want to take over
like a George Orwell union
plagued for momernts to pledge
captivated by a smile
take your picture taking over
moment regarding their puzzle
Stop & Shop

gentle with laughter stare to unfold it together...
extreme cases of spills occur,
moments gone by...
beyond

All your life you hear the lure of the healers
Who tell you to awake from the dimension of self,
Tear away the voice that bosses you around,
Focus on the heartbeat of the moment,
Feel the cosmic energy, the atoms within you,
Reach into yourself and change shape as the cloud;
Let the chanting wind sound as voices in the waves
Charged with the power of the moon tides
Which come to a soft and tickled landing
While you slowly breath in and out
From your left lung while sitting like a lotus.

Dear Mrs.Smith....or Jones....What was his name?
Too many letters I've had to write
until it seems they're all the same.
Oh Yeah! Mrs. Tandy, yeah that's right.

Another kid in my command,
Another name on that dread roll,
Another's blood staining the sand,
Another number added to the toll.

"he was a bright courageous man,
a friend to all who, chance, knew him
He dis and gave all a man can...."
I dare not describe his death, too grim.