I witnessed the grace of innocence
The symmetry of your infant mortality,
And utopia became a probability.

Pristine eyes oblivious to the Universe
Bearer of hope, faith restored
By the vision of your vulnerability.

Occasion to retain untainted reality,
Prevent the stain ,
Live happily.

Heart engorged by love
And the urge to press you to my breast
To protect enshrouds me.

Adoration of a inconsolable naivety
Elation created by the fact
Of your birth.

place your markers
the bets
like no gaurantees
with fingers crossed
all the filligree of time
like lace etched

we wander in our trails
sweet in histories breaks
like hot tea and cold showers

while bitterness falls like
a welcome rain
this obsession
so brand new

wound about you

Come mother come
Lets play so
Ah! Now life is not a merry play though

Every morsel of mine
Would bring in games undefined
& nights use to sing
The songs of loins & kings

Any silly action of mine
Was divine
& my needs
Were fulfilled like deeds

If I would cry
Your world would cease
& moist eyes always said
Honey you are the best

I now know
Why my doll dressed like you
Yes I know
Why I thought you as a foe

Each dawn brings a distantiation –
a photograph
viewed through old Lucite

Dance of evanescence
in the skies fiery meadows
Pleochroic displays
On the eastern horizon

The night sings
canticles to the dead
while the living
are trapped in partial death

My mind –
a melange of melancholic molecules –
a shiver of constant vibration

I am caught up – trapped
in a plexus of emotion
and expectation

I live apologetically –
ill at ease
on the razor edge of time

Words hang from the cross,
I will not worship them in your poems
as they fall from your tongue into my
open hands,

I must save them!
(or be denied the vacant-eyed skull of Horatio, mocking
the corpse flower that never blooms)

I offer seven veils of blood to resurrect
the dead that stones may speak of
cause and effect, light the light of a thousand ships
homeward bound across this sea of grace
lifting to my eyes

but let your words fall where they may
now, my Beloved
I have hope

you come back smelling of damp wool-
the sweater and coat, straw and shit
picked up from late nights
after smoking weed
ash flaking from chin and cheek
and i wish you could be where the ocean lies

Where you felt the subtle wind shifts
salt glistening on lips
as fish gasped and stars clustered in the sand
we used to walk there
hurling coins across the sea
building bridges with knots and fists
i watch you now
digging up cities of corpses
as doves fly out of your pockets
scavenging the carnage.

All I really have to do
is start to read a bit of Frost,
then all his words simple and true
assure that any block is lost.

The way he looked about the world
seeing a bit of beauty everywhere
as his life slowly unfurled
which, with us, he chose to share.

I wonder if the old guy still was here
what would he think of urban sprawl?
Would he think our world is strange and queer?
He'd likely just write of it all

Senyu

Hurdlers scurry treetops
Stowing wintertime supply
two squirrels gather nuts
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Haiku

Behind rain, lighting
Bright, reddish, stormy heavens
Awe an orange sun sets
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Haiku

Hung above snow clouds
Amidst rain, thunder, lighting
A rainbow paints skies
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Senyu

Birds glide south, to rest
From strain, of winter famine
Depart, vacant nest

July 4, the day of America’s glory
Chosen before the eyes and the law
Witnessed the tying of nuptial knots
Folks like a nation in concert of states
Joined to celebrate a meaning in marriage
And sing the anniversary song thereafter
We took as settled what was given freely
Unaware of the dinghy drifting ashore

Summer dresses and flat shoes
Plunging bodices give great views
Hair unbound and flying free
That's what turns the head of me

T-shirts, shorts and bare thighs
Bring from me great heaving sighs
Been married tho, over twenty years
So I never get closer... get too near

I can't help it, I got to look
But wifey dear, only page in my book
I just look from back a ways
Summer skin makes for such pleasant days