Sick of this drugged noir,
this city and myself

for Christmas all I got
was a Raggedy Ann doll
with no mouth
and a taste for TV’s white noise.

This is her hermeticism,
to wake in the ellipse
of drowning, to sleep
in a tired humility.

But I know how easy 
ambition can make you 
shrink and love only
what you know. It’s this heart,
you see, through which bus
windows have lit up 
and carried my eyes away

in the demolition music’s still.

There is no problem
in this thought process
only fools
who think
they have confidence
jump into a burning fire

Those intelligent ones
who have doubts
only wonder
and
try to resolve
how to save
the next lot of fools

They only have doubts
next time they hope
the guys will wear
a raincoat,

before into flames they dare
naked and bare
with a body
with long hair.

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How dare you rape our lands? Enslaved to boundaries? We? Who were born but free.
our noon's ravaged? Assaulted our moons? We? Who were born but free.

Our minds enslaved to technology, materialism and wrecked earthly laws,
to computerized systems? Hijackers? We? Who were born but free.

Enslaved to the past, to the history, to wistful moments,
to skin colors, and to the chairs? We? Who were born but free.

To pretty women enslaved some men, or to cigarettes,
become slaves of drugs, and addicted to alcohol? We? Who were born but free.

the rain
sifts
lights shift
unsteady
the soft echo
mute

his car is warm
inside
Bar Thud Bass
cold vinyl
retractable safety
belt
wiper clunk
wheezer windshield
wiper motor
contemplating
a dull rapport
worn lifters rattling
last of the hardtop
luxury liners

extends her hand
his closed strong
ringed fingers
opens and in the
blossom center
lies the escape
pressed in its
complex myriad
shape

It clings to the cliffed shore,
to the wintered face of the thistle path,
to the fingers of the old man's glove
as he waves his memory homeward

In that breath between come and go
she moves up from the bay;
gold turns her stride,
the line of her dress,
the soft sea pulling at her feet

When he reaches out
and the frail birds fly
and the sun and the sky
have married deep into the sea, it clings

Even as his shadow threads retreat,
it clings, even now as it dissolves to mist

Many times
I was forced to quit
but since more than many read me
I stuck to my pit

Hence today
six decades away
I spell poetry
rhyme or not forget it
many still read me

On another site
by the week end
4,00.000 reviews
of my poetry
will all see
a
MARK!!!

Thanks for visiting
my silly profile
I want all to make
their own decisions
all their living while
in their own inimitable style....

Regardless!!!!!

I saw an apple tree
Standing calm

I saw an apple tree
Standing strong
In peaceful soil

I saw the wind turn violent
I heard the hellfire roar
A scourge of hatred
A vicious plot

And from this tree
I saw blood red apples fall

Into the sea they fall
Thought to be lost
Forgotten by the earth
But their seeds were strong

And as time went on
Across all lands
Through salt and rock
Against fire and war

The seeds grow strong

cracker jack jacket and gumball mastication
plough into this haunted wind
shoe lace trailing
dog hauling but slow
not even blood tracking in her
fevered skull
she stops staring up at the great
hill...tame woods in suburbia
rising like a giant of a wave
the land humped
we hear things up there
hackle risers
we turn back
the dust shuffling papers
the tree branches clatter
like dry whispering
the store lights come on
the streetlights power up
we are glad to be in
curls up in her chair and
falls asleep immediately

smoke dangles from my
mouth like Hunters did
hunkered over the keyboards
tapping
what will the world bring on
the spell box come morning
either way rain or shine
it will be another
showtime
..

I've eaten Gnostic berries,
tongued the Etruscan worms
fallen from ancient mummy mouths.

I've bit magic flowers,
and smoked the codices
from Fu Manchu’s hookah.

I’ve swallowed anemic moons,
their breviaries airtight
and sung the heart
of sappy treehouse initials.

Skip the artificial paradises,
skip the ideal.

I have frozen
as an oasis
in stained glass
rapture and found
a truth in them single.

I waited for you to come to me
There in the glow of evening
I was disappointed nothing for miles
Where are you that I have to seek?

I realised that you had moved away
Departed or passed as they say
Well it should now be easy to learn
In our need of love, which we both yearn.

I feel you there, comforting my mind,
It didn’t take you long to learn anew?
Now we can talk of many things we knew
Our love is there, and will always bind