scarlet haught
queen of mirth
dog fuck
drooling jewelry red splits
pulled by a chariot
of six hundred million house cats
dissembling for freaky insertions
of scarlet bud flowers uterine tube
breath of spit
while ballet toes kiss fingers and tongues
glazing thickly tides sweat
bamming greased anus

(Mary Oliver died January 17. In this fast news culture we hear of the death of every minor pop star, every idiot politician...I suspect, like me, most of us were not aware of this passing, one of the most loved and influential poets of our lives. No mention on the evening news or the mainstream media. This makes me very sad. To celebrate her fabulous life and work, I have chosen one of the many poems by her which has shaped my life, and perhaps yours too.)

The Journey

solution bing noise pollution,
reckless booty cow wrench doing
melody creating from thee
the crusty cheese
the sliver will cease
below the bass across the land of no mistake
got it in the new place to shine
one web will climb
out of a blizzard squeeze

change with the willow all apart at the sky
a humble lulabye
the mark of the circle in the sky,
cherish the wind

As a projectile on its trajectory
the very kernel of a heart’s story
unfurls and beckons to those who care
allows for both sides, their minds declare
each line, each verse, each accentuated pause
all bring together, joint longing; their inimitable cause

rational thought
a geometry of flatulence
a poem is metaphor

I can kill you in a poem
and walk away scot free
so bend over
I got a gun in your ass
ready aim bang
I love you

God Is Every--- where?
It's a lovely prayer
when man is in despair
towards heaven
we look up

coz we were told
God lives there

I have
many times gone
in warplanes to see
WHERE GOD LIVES

but he is clever than all of us
clouds burst
and
all human searchers disburse

Great image of God
I still feel
He lives
within ye and me

All poets here
do believe in me

I feel the cave in
The sudden shift under proverbial foot
When all the hard learned lessons
& the calm wisdom, goodwill & resilience I built up as my “self”
(“Who am I?”)
give way, & I tumble, flailing
into the seething abyss of past hurt, loss
& sense of being wronged
Without forewarning
without defense
or ANY kind of sensibility
Overwhelm pours into every cell
I could ‘pop’ …at any contact
the tears & snot & toddler wailing burgeoning under tight red skin

I feel the cave in
The sudden shift under proverbial foot
When all the hard learned lessons
& the calm wisdom, goodwill & resilience I built up as my “self”
(“Who am I?”)
give way, & I tumble, flailing
into the seething abyss of past hurt, loss
& sense of being wronged
Without forewarning
without defense
or ANY kind of sensibility
Overwhelm pours into every cell
I could ‘pop’ …at any contact
the tears & snot & toddler wailing burgeoning under tight red skin

sauce and tier left alone to rot
fresh under the cot a hero sought
under the pillow of a least hold of
shadows bridge the gap between the smart ass
onto an impulse with words unsung
unheard of the rest sweat tears at the test
spring from nothing left you swinging untold
mark the willingness to appear
paper steak comparment to ring
there they are off number 2 at test
the cutting edge at left
there in the distance the end was best

pebbles
over the eyes
beautiful vacancies
and folded hands

our true home
land of inanimate flesh
gray skin
in sunken grave beds
and operas
theater of mice
while tumbled hair still grows

we are already dead
waiting for the burning barge necropolis; to
shuttle seas raven
vanishing point

age; a slow erasure
the mind still wreathed into the torrents of life
morals transmute into desires lost
every inhalation
a going going gone