Gentlest breeze and sweet smell
of incense
I am
the silent sentinel
at breath’s gate
Before the seat of the soul
mandalas flow and resolve
the orbit of a far off prayer
wheel their motive
the True Name
the Holy Name
is revealed once more
Original Poems
The poems and lyrics included here have been written in the 21st Century. They are presented without context or unifying theme, other than my own halting pen, eclectic interests and prodigal nature.
Many, though by no means all, of them were written using Burroughs' cut-up technique, which is one of my favorite tools for getting my ego out of the way of the creative energy.
Have Nots After Ten
it was one school drop-off that set me back
the entire week stopped at the grocery store
the car pulled up, and blocked my delicate balance
i remembered
several things happened
remember
distributing might be easily upset
my mother always bit, despite working
people who do, and who are
tire others among us
just at the end of just down the road a ways
he made eye contact
being silently filled with rage at symbolized justice
I watched him walk on people who possess it
He Smoked Luckies
He smoked Luckies
And he was a Dodgers fan
I remember watching him shave
With an electric of some sort
And he was a Protestant
And a Kentuckian
And a Democrat
Beyond that I have no idea
Did he shoot Winchester or Remington?
What was his aftershave?
His reels, I’m sure, were Shakespeares
After he died, Mom sold most of his tackle
My sister watched me salt a beer once
And said
“Daddy used to do that.”
It was then that I realized
I’d spent fifty years
Chasing a ghost
The Saint of Entrance Avenue
He paces
With hands waving and flapping
Electric Slide
Humpty Dance
Prayer
His orange hair
pops to and fro
like a bobber
Since prison, he doesn’t like to be kept inside.
He is on this corner early every morning
and again at 3 o’clock
the hour that his Lord
gave up the ghost
He used to be a hustler
Now all he does is pray
Those who sometimes go out of the way
to pass by his corner
shout from the car
Bless you my brother
Pray for us
You know I will!
Flash of smile
Back to his duty
Electric Slide
Humpty Dance
Prayer
Obama Took My Lawn-Boy
I should have heeded the warning signs
First it was my lightbulbs
Then they came after my junk food
And by the time
They got to
My Lawn-Boy
I was too blind and hungry
To fight
Now I’m tripping over this electric cord
And walking behind a puny seventeen inch deck
And not a hard working immigrant with a Weed Eater
Anywhere to be found
Deported, one and all
The lawns of Suburbia must
From time to time be refreshed
From the oil cans of patriots
And tyrants
with our current knows
I am totally wise to that Donald Trump.
Faith is President.
no leader, especially
will not allow Christianity to be
all talk, no action
one
disgraceful
The Pope only heard
If and when
as everyone
the Vatican is
unlike what is happening now
they are using the Pope and our leadership in every aspect
and as President I happened. I of negotiation.
I am proud to be a pawn
and they should be
consistently attacked and weakened
ISIS would have eradicated the Mexican government and its leadership in the United States
would have been
is happening now
He doesn’t see how
Trafficking and the negative
economic impact
didn’t see the crime
the Mexican leadership is outsmarting President Obama to question another man’s religion or faith.
Crime, the drug.
sister scarecrow hair
she came to me in a dream again
with wild scarecrow hair
biting her lower lip
eyes wide as a child’s
a lifetime ago
we were partners in mischief
disguised as suits in the daytime
headbangers after 5
it was like an elaborate joke
that no one else was in on
a conspiracy
for subversion
for world domination
they never knew what hit them
wolves in wolves’ clothing
we were the smartest people in nearly any room
and we could read each other’s minds
people assumed we were lovers
not true
the truth is we adored each other
and we invented an elaborate joke
an intricate game
that no one could have invented
and that only we could play
once in awhile
with scarecrow hair my erstwhile sister
pops in to a dream
to remind me
prayer of rebellion
forbidden beauty
frightening
prodigal
born of abandon confusion neglect longing
lord
may the prayer of these hands
unspoken
unknown
keep him safe
waiting at st. john’s
the diovan takes hold and the palpitations come
i am dizzy
frightened and i
need to pee
but i dare not leave
the family
surgery
waiting room
a man i’ve not even met
is cutting her
this waiting is always
the worst part
at least it has been all of the other times
i hope it’s the worst part
today
blackface massacree
30 years defending poor blacks
and this undermines those efforts
his wife, in the 2012 election, denies leaking
elin nordegren
came close to brief comment:
“i wouldn’t dress up.”
he suspects that enforcement
is calling for white performers
who use black paint
for a protest
and then gag his opponents
the other republican running was part of a couple’s costume
the former lead
which began making a job that he’s not capable of
tried to explain, hearkening back to a style
to bow out of and act out
insulting black stereotypes
like a battered tiger woods.
days of slavery
persisting for decades
but what has given fuel to the president of the local 9-iron?