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when you were young
did you ever lay down in the back of a ute
as mum and dad drove up the drive
and you slid your hands over the edge
to massage the dirt below
billowy clouds arose
of dust and ash
they rose like giants, men and kings
and fuck it was beautiful
a letter to Wesley
august 15 4036,
a question now, I do implore
where's Tommy's tune?
a lad to make you sad, heartsore
poor of fortune
bereaved of mum and dad at birth
an orphan thus deprived of mirth
on corners begs with plate and spoon
where's Tommy's tune?
emaciated, headed for
an early tomb
for supper Tommy Tucker scores
a bowl of gloom
so after you've been bathed and fed
and tucked up there all snug in bed
with Mamma's lullaby's soft croon
where's Tommy's tune?
Let's go beyond
the immediate
and listen to the
inexpressible profundity
that underlies
what is known
and seen
unknowable
un-seeable
indefinable
the silence beyond
words
the unity beyond
divisiveness
Take a walk
to the edge of finitude
step off
and try to fathom
what lies beyond
Let's shatter our
world
and create a new one
because that's perhaps
where our destiny lies
A full moon shineth bright at dusk
On Nissan fourteen at sundown
Millions observed memorial
On Nissan fourteen at sundown.
In the twilight Jesus stood trial
On Nissan fourteen at sundown
That fateful night Jesus thus died
On Nissan fourteen at sundown.
Judas betrayed him with a kiss
On Nissan fourteen at sundown
For thirty pieces or silver
On Nissan fourteen at sundown.
Jesus ate with his eleven
On Nissan fourteen at sundown
As his betrayer sealed his fate
On Nissan fourteen at sundown.
There is at least one little mouse,
maybe two
that has taken up residence in my kitchen.
And while I don't know
if mice know the difference
between food and trash
I only see evidence of my new roommate
in the cupboards, not the bin.
Yesterday, my wife and son
heard the yelps of a neighborhood cat,
who came by and doted affection on us
as we called to it.
The sublime little hunter purred and cooed
as we petted her upon
the neck and her back.
Scintillate
carotid pulse wave
damp rain laden light
Our shoes have lost the
weather sodden damp
Dark hair with nests of
pearls
Eyes of fury in the heat
of Neon Gleam
smiles of livid mirth
before slipping into
darker seams
Hiss traffic kiss on
reverb walls
like our temporal
hearts swum
Lovesick seas
giddy knees
Once upon a time, long ago,
through nothing I had ever done,
I was given advantages
and privileges above others.
And as the years rolled into a
present where all my assumptions
included these entitlements,
suddenly there were objections.
I see the inequality
and lives that matter less than mine,
but is any of this my fault?
Think on it, I am the victim!
Why am I being penalized
for my ancestors' bold success?
And why the harsh persecution
Over actions that are not mine?
Original
Lying on the bed,
two bodies lay entwined.
Sacred vows are broken
Lust is served as wine
Hands exploring
Hearts dancing in delight
after so many nights
they have long been deprived
Tasting the honey-sweet sin
forgetting the poison within,
the horned devil is laughing
the traitors' fates have been sealed
Edited Version
We all live
in a fool's paradise
believe me
It is only a mental surmise
so rise
to the occurrence of today
tomorrow may come
It may not...