I've come to know many a wall
in houses which were old and new.
I remember best a lonely hall
whose end had one window for view,
in a near forgotten old farm home.

That widow (encased by a wall)
overlooked a garden small and wild
whose weeds were dead in the late fall
although that day was fairly mild
with scraps of clouds in the sky's dome.

You come closer to my lips
then you place your lips upon my ears
why do you love to tease
do come and kiss me
let us come closer to each one
remove our clothes for fun
then I will rest upon you
and then do whatever you want to do
okay, okay, okay

the drums beat to our tunes
sweetly we are absorbed in between
come closer to me
love me
love me
love now
you can't stay away from me
come closer darling
come closer to me
now, now, now

The rain which fell
before dawn broke
made music on the ground
to which my hopes, unseen,
danced a reassuring dance.

But I was blind
with troubled dreams,
awake but not awake
and most certainly mad,

so I sat on a little rock,
and made a song
to defy all things that
lived and laughed and loved,
because I did not.

And what did heaven send
to soothe my restless spirit?

I'll cry for all the fathers on earth
but I won't cry for mine,
they may have been all saints or sinners
but they didn't hold me in their strong arms.

They didn't feed me,
send me to sleep or play me
with a ball and bat
but most of all
they didn't have me around - to get in their thinning hair.

They didn't absorb my resentful jibes
because they couldn't catch
or endure the scornful laughter
I gave when he was out of puff at ball.

tepid beneath the mingle stars
the dragons breath turns wild
the ovid eye winds across
the dare
the open glitter fair

and you slit letter sealed
lay broken
tongue moist silence
colder then the cup
these ice days
rising like the harsh
haze

scales on the souls
of the dead
beneath the furnace
block steameries
furnace fires smiling
behind ovens gates

You appeared and sat on the sand dune
I was transfixed for so briefly, on that breathless summer's day
A solitary figure, your fur the color of bronzed fire
Your eyes gold with such ancient intelligence
Your wild beauty reviled by so many
A feral creature of mass extermination
Suddenly there was only swaying grasses and you where gone.

The last I heard were fading steps,
were muffled sniffs and sobs,
the happy jingle of some keys,
the turning of a knob;
And soon as in a bad romance
you took leave from the dance.

I never saw you when you came;
a shadow in the night,
I took no notice when you left
before the earliest light,
Like rain that falls without a sound
to gently kiss the ground.

Merry Christmas
Geremia and Esker as also ...Ian and Stan
are pillars of modern poetry....

I have observed over the past over three years
that I have been here,

some self styled stalwarts
love to drive women out

I have held many hands
but women are more sensitive than men
so take care

I am sure even Shakespeare would have been bitten
had he been here
now than then

In the south of Wales, now don’t forget,
December to February
Is normally wet.

Dryslwyn castle is whispered with snow,
while the serpentine Towy
meanders below.

Where once there rode the marauding horde
of Rhys son of Maredudd
and his bloody sword.

‘tween March and May the sun comes out,
and the waters are teeming
with salmon and trout.

Paxton’s folly, stands silent and still;
its magnificent stature
atop a high hill.

An Awnings Worth of…

Spit out some lies from an executive
mouth what other use does it have,
you rolled the slave’s dice found six
when there were only two to be had.
Didn’t dare greet it with terse
engorgement.

Run now back to the athematic
temple, find the new guitar stringed,
inhale heartily your funny cigarette,
love her and at last find comfort.
The Yukon river still has time to
run it’s course, attributing a strange
cleanliness of our class to someone
less than you on moral stature.