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AUTUMN RIDE

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dry almost white corn antenna,
nod tasseled heads to the east,
while red flecked brush reveals 
each summer survivor in last dress, 
fluttering a hopeless plea.

perfect row combed and dry ocher fields
await braiding, parted 
by a long smoke plume, 
pointed down to morning’s 
chilled dampening chimney. 
one can almost smell the coffee.

background fog outlines russet hills
dotted with yellow and orange 
pop tops. foreground migrant flocks
river stop, curiously inspecting
the sparkling river surface. 

smooth wet slate-lines
streak hillside road-cut, 
slow drainage tears glistening 
in the early light.
morning mists paint valley floors
with smoky haze 
sitting on church steeples. 
another huge cloud crashes into town hall, 
killing three drowsy flies.

irradiated leaves in mornings slanted light, 
send streams of sparrows winding aloft, 
laying hide and seek with imagined gusts,
till one asserts the lead and trust
to meet October’s raucous show
when with magnificent bursts
and turbulent rush, they’ll ride each gust south, 
a warning flag of winter’s relentless flow.

easy.

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For Melody

BOOGIE

For Melody

 

Life then art, 
all these grubby details,
work, the laundry, social lunch,
dinner, end of day blues. 
just plain out of steam.
will things be better in ‘retirement’?
I’ll take that, lady!
a second wind for my second life.
I could do the boogie woogie too!
no strife there just 
un-tire these dancin’ feet 
and let me boogie on back to you. 
give me, just give me,
some boogie woogie baby!

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CARDIOPOLOGY

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cold your dark fisted motor
beating darkened rhythms, 
mean and meanly chosen.
spanning each year, this year and on, 
standing, watching this fabric dry
and ripple and still no fragmented
thought or memory softens stone. 
what strange barricade this architect 
conceived, allowing no retreat, 
no refuge in your fragile shell, 
for errant dream to fall.

the sands continue, cascade
relentless points of imagery, 
sifting screens editing 
all foreign rock aside. 
what counter bridge these pieces
all would cast, span abutments 
deep within the channeled crypt
where smoky dreams abide.

remember now, that soon 
this membrane weak,
will fluid spill and thicken,
movement next forgotten.
that once this meager frame
did carry joy and cradle love. 
now eroding waves, unanswered doubt
rock sleep, dream
and hollow cries do shout, 
forgive!, forgive for what?
your strange invented history
that no one understood.

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Life then art, 

CIRCLES

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circling the tropical O, 
the pilot says not once
but then again, 
heat inspired storms persist, 

but Tampa, free for fuel, 

is a refuge in the road ahead.
I heed a sudden urge, 
resolve an inner storm, 
circling swaying patterns
toward a hissing flapper. 
relief settles in, I’ll reach 
Tampa with dry pants 
and my dignity intact.

gazing through portholes
at mottled green moss landscapes
the weather hardly looks threatening, 
though I’m reminded of another time
circling Kennedy in tight rough loops 
the mother of all stack-ups. 
with clouds ablaze
immersed in rough abandon, 
sinking through white flashed waves
and sleet slashed wash, 

no other port to hide, 
nausea at each drop and bump
and endless purgatory of mind and gut.

we break through 
touch down
as storms edge pass
gratefully.

The clouds parting curtain call
opens clear dusk sky
and a sun melt down bows
at tarmac’s distant edge.
Redemption!
Now rising engines
roar and rattle dusk,
a small child, clapping and chanting
the same deliberate refrain, 
like some young bird
working wings and call.
the roar mellows, 
we climb, top gentle cloud banks,
peer down at road scarred landscapes, 
our hopscotch sidewalk to Disney.

 

 

 

CLASS IF EYED

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looking platonic, position open, 
petite hair, dark, long, red or green. 
will call you, sugar pop. 
want some encounters, 
fantasy beyond experience. 
hang out, have fun 
with core alternative fulfillment. 

chill beyond experience and life. 
full figured slave-master, 
walks discreetly. she's fashion built, 
show her around. 
an honest alternative is to join in 
simple things, for real love. 
race inclined for possible love, 
and animals make her feel good! 
emotionally dominant, 
needs strict discipline 
and walks on the beach, 
the beach, size unimportant, 
long as you can watch old movies, 
due to your position. amusement, submissive fulfillment, 
very easy. very well equipped, 
burley, athletically discreet and totally cute. 
bi-curious tv, iso cd/tv attached wwts 
hot mwpf straight bi-bm tattoo's mwm d&d free

encounters for fun times, fun times 
must be love, varied and employed, 
brown skinned, intimate, outgoing, 
discreet, discreet, discreet, real and realistic, 
like love, like movies, writing, dinning, darts, 
lazer-tron pool, hot times, good times, 
parties, motorcycles, long talks, 

Bob Dylan poetry and more...and more!

 

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CLASS IF EYED-2

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Wanted by bodacious blonde, 
position open, 
ports of life reserved. 
She’s romantic in a Miata,
with sunsets and classy 
class intelligent art. 
chill beyond experience 
with red green hair, 
football spontaneity 
and core alternative fulfillment.
share, card, hang out, 
include fit and fab
slightly deranged 
public radio fans.
frog thinker wanted 
for a no good dirty blond.
She’s fashion built, 
a full figured slave master
and animals make her feel good!
player-hater need not 
desire co-stars and cream. 
check out Chippewa beaches
and handicapped bowling bars. 
size unimportant
as long as you can, 
watch old movies. 
She’s going passionate, 
amphibious and learning sightseeing.
likes love, likes movies, writing, dining, 
darts, lasertron pool, and times, 
good times, parties, motorcycles 
and long talks. Bob Dylan poetry and more! 
Will call you sugar pop, 
bi-curious, tv, iso attached, 
wwts hot, mwpf straight, 
bi-bm tattooed and d&d free.
for mister right. and through my transmission, 
I am curious, enjoying, even preferring 
computer kissing for a long term relationship. 
I love Slim Pickens, 
a Billy Joel plastic heritage, 
Again just ordinary culture, 
petite jewish hugs, oriental ads, 
handsome, intelligent 
and first time college aliens.

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COMMUTING TO LOVE

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night flies by these twin shine orbs 
and a yellow spine flows below my humming beat
in rhythmic crest, through powdered scent
and cry way fleet. 
past branch nest tunnel, 
light side revealed, proceeds this dawn’s 
love swept commute.

skin damp, buzzing heart plows my ribbed cage 
and a hand swift gesture on night smoked pane
tapping code in stepped repeat. 
tense loins strain to meet the soft echoed answer, 
till entries pass and quick embrace. 

In feathered chamber then exchange
perfumed emersion’s guiltless seed, 
heat froth moon breaks quick engagements, 
whispered acts wake racing dawns rude comment.

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DRAW ME

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let me draw the lines
that entice my mind, engage my eye 
to see the beauty of your quiet pose. 
let me shade the contour of 
your hand and arm
and trace, with porous charcoal, 
the gesture of your moves. 
in the pattern of your time, 
let me roam your fields
and fly your breath 
and sculpt your spirit free. 
with brush and tint, that speed my blood
wash your body, gracefully. 

PAINT ME

I’ll paint the room you walk in, 
the textured carpet, with it’s great colors
and fine stitched patterns.
I’ll paint your kitchen, pans hanging,
herbs awaiting the broth. 
the intensity of your face , your familiar hands
chopping chives and crushing garlic.
I’ll paint you on the terrace, 
deep in reverie. I’ll watch the sun
split tree limb with leaves in hasty departure.
I’ll paint you in your studio
tearing paper and bending wire,
questioning your use of collage and paint.
but I can’t paint you in the bedroom,
where I know the texture of you skin,
the feel of your lips and the curve of your breast.

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EAT

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gray plastic salad scoop, 
modern dinosaur of green munchies,
grabbing mouthfuls of vegetables 
while dripping white herb saliva 
from its snaggletooth smile.
it chews its way around the table
insisting on our healthy diet.

forging through dense roughage, 
it dreams of french markets, 
fantastic encounters with ravishing
peas, sweet carrots, endive and chives. 
they tease, promise clandestine romps
through vinaigrette and salad nicoise. 
awakening at the bottom of the salad bowl
it fears its detergent destiny.

 

 

EXPRESSLY

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Persistent thoughts
of a now distant time, 
place, smell and taste, 
arouse no passionate beat, 
but somber sadness
for lost opportunity and missed embrace.

remembering night amusements 
on saddled motors,
exploring lips
in night swept halls.

Later under cold protective quilts
we fit like sculpted molds,
jealous lest and breath of air 
part tight embrace.
we rush, tangle fluid arms and legs
as warm lips and hot breath
press tense partings.

images of recent encounters, 
your eyes closed as heavy breezes
tease salt mist and course sand. 
while I consider returning 
my head to your thighs, 
parting hair with moist breath
and eager lips.

we caress now in warmer beds
where distant rivers quiet pace
resists the destined salty end.

imagining your wonderful ass, 
my prick swells in anticipation
of musty wet aromas.
pulsing a slow and sweet homage
to your tender cunt.
please put it into a well padded crate, 
along with other choice 
and lovely parts
and send them air express,
as soon as possible.

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FILM

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we stay the night, 
what does it mean?
behind that door
desperate time, 
desperate beauty.
unflinching, mean in look,
those eyes, 
tense with anticipation, 
cruel and cold mocking,
insistent to control our fate,
know its cold heart.
insist the kiss
that chills the night
and begs our hostile task.
and still my chilled heart will 
wallow in this shallow pan. 
the juice seeps through, 
dry grain consumes the brine.

unfinished

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JUST BIG CLAWS

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with quick claws 
the cat rejects 
the petting hand
flying Lizzy home 
with a cat-like cry
for reassurance.

Its independence 
is understood
to be the excuse
for its bad manners
or maybe it’s just been 
a bad hair-ball day.

the cat however
disagrees, and only
wants us to remember
that we haven’t yet 
attained equal status
or the right
to take her for granted.

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LONG NIGHTS

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Long nights and echoed ramblings
of never to be spoken pleas, 
resonate within this fluid chapel.
set time adrift to meet 
another time, vaporized time, 
releasing perfumes of what passes for memory.

warm days and soft beguiling, 
the smile, release warm breath, 
the touch, polite kisses,
warming sighs and unrelated words, 
another touch, another breath, 
essences and half embrace, 
hair before your face, streaks of amber light,
and ports to mix our souls.

suck wind and relax until the next attack. 
hold back and pay our dues. 
new beginnings, soft again the smile, 
the look, the sudden embrace
and searching lips
exchanging breath and promise, 
exchanging interlocking thoughts
and cryptic meanings.

morning welcomes more,
always searching for more.
bodies taut, moving close the dance. 
arms faces and too much space to share.
swollen love not close enough,
swollen dream and heart.
parting again except for hands, 
damp with anticipation, 
meeting out that pleasant pain, 
mind reveling in sensation
and mixed resolutions. 

Merging minds and soul
Proceeding the warming soul.

Visions of delight, of curled embrace, 
Of brushing lips and parting lips
Of holy warmth and silent awe. 
Never to be forgotten dream, 
Sipping tender gifts and new embrace.
More dream, more heat, more tender gifts.

sitting, feeling pleasantly stunned, 
hit with inner light that
short circuits time and resolve.
undone with coffee and quiet 
acquiescence, unhurried acceptance.
now whispered thoughts, 
unresolved needs and endings, 
never to be forgotten ending, 
impossible ending, impossible….

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ME

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It will take a revolution 
to change your mind. 
give me a lightning bolt
to break you heart with
or fifty football goons
to trample your affections. 
see how you like it!
i should ride a large elephant 
through your living room, 
destroy your furniture
and pompous art collection
until you notice me. 
pay attention! I’m here 
under your rug!
can you see I need your love?
but what do you care, 
your life is full, 
wall to wall lovers,
relatives and friends. 
the whole megillah!

well don’t come to me 
when your charms fail 
and your teeth fall out. 
but forget that. 
alright now pay attention! 
at least you can return
my dignity intact.

 

 

 NIGHT MOTH

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star mist summer breeze, 
damp surge press radiant mouth and cheek.
dark pedals, vibrant in moon struck dress, 
sail soft message on powdered wing,
extending moist fragrance, reduced
softly with wine, solutions of love.

on night wings of fleeting thought,
rejected tendering, awakened longings,
crest new image and fantasy of love.
slow paces, hands touching, small talking, 
time holding, warmth rising, heart skipping. 
these powdered wings conduct the pulse
and subtle covers tingle.

painted patterns froth the air
expand the night, caress our lair, 
redeem past joys, reveal our beat. 
warm surge, heart skip, eyes share,
moon watch, skin touch and touch 
and a kiss, a soft amazing kiss. 
now sweetness and surprise. 
hands meet, arms entwine, 
lips tease nerve endings
and taste the pleasures of the night.

a kiss, a long awaited touching, 
searching dream and treasure. 
dark nest relenting to
the taste of captive myrrh, 
and heady throbbing fills the night’s sky, 
embracing time, till planets sigh. 

a kiss changed path we walk, 
new ways unknown, untried, alone.

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ONE THOUGHT

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Feeling somehow cheated
having found the muse so late
In this precarious bubble
we call life. the result maybe
of a poor education
and a misspent youth.
misspent in that it lacked 
both erudition
and imagination.
on the other hand
better now than not, 
like a babe born late
to fill some lone abyss.

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PACE

 

Yes, it's true, I love you still. 
And more somehow. 
It's what we learn when it's too late. 
The loss of an arm or a leg over mine. 
The comfort of your warmth, 
assuring calls before sleep. 
The smooth ease working around each other 
as we put together some food, 
It felt so right and I felt a part again, 
part of the human scheme of pairs. 
And I'm surely stuck with that, 
not quite with this life, without it. 
It was for me in some way 
a kind of resurrection for my spirit.
t so right, I thought, it couldn't 
possibly go wrong 
in spite of early warnings. 
We had started something 
just too good to give up.

How sure I was of you too. 
sure that you felt it's strength, 
and like in some sci-fi film 
it would overpower your demons. 
But it didn't happen, 
and I miss it deep inside, 
a gut level weight. 
I think, what can I do to win you back, 
have you appear some night 
in my bed, listen to your breath 
and smell your hair. No answers. 
So like the leopard, I pace, 
retrace my thoughts 
and await deliverance.
 

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PIZZA

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I feel like a pizza,
kind of crusty tonight,
saucy too
although I may be 
a little bit acidic 
which probably comes
from that Chinese food
i gobbled down at lunch, 
but don’t you hate that takeout,
it’s never the same
as when fresh out of the kitchen,
but the micro just overcooks it
which is ok if it’s Polish, 
maybe some cabbage rolls
stuffed with rice and meat 
and a hint of tomato
in a light veggie sauce
that i can smell, 
the taste reminding me 
of my mothers cooking where
she used a lot of garlic and basil, 
her best dish being 
rigatoni with sauce and meatballs
that we ate almost
every Sunday afternoon
even when it was hot out,
but we didn’t care,
we loved it and
we could have some wine or beer
in spite of being too young
and It was no big thing,
in fact my father kept the hard booze
In a cabinet, unlocked
and we were home alone
because they both worked 
and we were unsupervised latchkey 
kids, which was probably why 
i was such a lousy student
although I didn’t drink the booze, 
in fact never touched it,
and I wasn’t even interested
till I got into a college fraternity
and had to keep up with my peers,
you know, drinking and doing 
outrageous things we thought of 
like walking out on checks, never 
thinking that we were screwing the waitress
but I can see that kind of thing 
is still going on with kids today
because we never learn,
reminding me again of when 
we were in grade school
and the jokes were passed on
from class to class 
as if we had to be so old
before we could understand them, 
including sex, which some kids
knew more about 
and mostly we didn’t 
and it didn’t help
cause it was a status thing
that being in the dark or being smart, 
was like when I first found out 
about batting averages
and who was hitting what
was what was important
if you wanted to be part of the conversation
and not left out, 
reminding me of the time
i almost got kicked out 
of the fraternity, not that
what I did was so bad, 
i think it was just a dispute 
with another pledge,
but when confronted 
by my peers I couldn’t
keep a smile off my face, 
which wasn’t funny,
it was just a nervous smile, you know, 
because I wasn’t use to being
in a bad situation like that. 
and they thought I was just being wise
and got even more pissed off,
which made me smile even more
although I can’t remember
how I got out of it, 
but I did and survived
to be able to go on with my life
because if I hadn’t 
my life would have been different
i know, and probably i would be 
just doing something different
maybe working on a transmission
or cooking piazza
or who knows what,
but did you ever think 
how just one thing could
have changed your life, 
one little thing, 
even the possibility of the time
you met a person
you fell in love with,
but maybe you weren’t 
even going to that dance,
or a date fell through
and you ended up with someone else
who introduced you to the guy
who’s sister was available,
I mean life is so fragile
in the sense that it’s all timing
and we never know why we’re alive
or not, a mystery
like just the other day
returning from a trip out west
i almost bought the farm
when this guy that was driving
fell asleep at the wheel
and if I hadn’t been wide awake
after a long day,
that would have been it, 
no more writing, 
no more cooking,
no more Chinese
and worse of all 
no more pizza!

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