Monthly Archives: May 2022

No Fan of Ham

it looked like a big desert kitty box
the military base twenty-nine palms
in the seventies i was stationed there
a member of the u.s marine corps

but there were no palms, we called it the stumps
if we were done with daily duties then
the joshua tree monument close by
a cactus looking like long scary arms

the party there on cheap wine and warm beer
a strange dark night met there a man-like gnome
when we balanced sitting on canyon stair
of this i'm quite sure we were drunk and stoned

his old hippie label was pisces tom
this lonely cat was living off the grid
the hidden life of a wild hermit guy
surviving in a bamboo forest shed

he raised a huge hog he wanted to sell
to catch the pig but he needed some help
said he would pay us what he could afford
some other drunks and i agreed to schlep

directed us to a wide bamboo grove
the path cut an oasis of green poles
a clearing opened up a center place
arriving we saw the hippie's hut house

the fenced-off pig sty with a giant hog
and even though we still a whole lot sloshed
this job was much much more than we could cog
the old hippie had a stalled junker car

this nut wanted to tie the hog woozy
however refused to get in the door
the high-pitched squealing fight was a doozie
it was lashed to the old car's trunk seat floor

the broken down junk heap didn't run too well
the stalled engine forced tom to coast downhill
the market was fifty long miles away
a dollar per pound pisces got his pay

reviving his pocket with bit of ham
his helpers, tom cobb and i, got our spam
the sobering factoid with my twitches
a fierce grunt for measly spam sandwiches

3.9 10/10
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Posted by on May 17, 2022 in Poetry


Fly the Friendly Skies

i flew on lots of airplanes
with many airlines
klm (royal dutch)
sabena (brussels)
air france
kenya airways
saudi arabian
just to mention a few

pages were pasted in my passport
about five feet long when unfolded
me the world traveler

at first, i was motion-sick of flying
the takeoff and landings
once dutch-air belly-smacked so hard coming down
we bounced back into the air
chest in my throat

and no fan of turbulence
bouncing off of pressure-pockets
like a billiard ball
off the table bumpers
me white-knuckling

but something not to hear
in midair - "we're having technical difficulties"
and that happen going to mombasa
we were rerouted to entebbe uganda
delayed overnight, but safe

once i was in line to board
a plane
the line was moving
in fact,
not moving

the ticket taker was red-faced
when people asked
what's the holdup

hours passed
people grumpy
i was worn out too

finally an airline rep announced
the flight canceled because of technical
the people in line almost rioted with

but me
cool as a cucumber
i was happy
--glad not get on a flight
with technical difficulties
to find out too late
in the air

same with relationships
if the wheels come off in the preliminary phase
--the siesta honeymoon phase
be grateful you weren't up in the air
with the ring on

3.7 10/10
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Posted by on May 16, 2022 in Poetry


Black Dog and Me

we that are playing on the beach of the sea
on mountains of yellow sun-baked sand
the run with the dog on this blue sky day
the skittering crabs crane claws digging in
wet feet are splashing the waves climbing land
a floating white sea bird tilts toward fish
sand dollars are drying, conch shells shining glass
the black dog and me pad a lightning bolt dash

3.3 10/10
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Posted by on May 16, 2022 in Poetry


New Climbing Partner

friends saw us
said the two are like peas in a pod
looking at you said me
at me said you
the electric years
as close buddies
no inflation
or fluff
we shared the oof
the eyes lit up seeing you
sparkling back at me
but now
the flowers droop

today we said
us breaks apart
the throb in the chest is turned downtempo
the binocular lenses smudged and cracked
at headbanger junction
but i'm not bummed
no whine with cheese
i'm bittersweet
the new siesta
not just me solo
going to
climb the blue mountains
partnering with the lively friend
not met

3.1 7/5
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Posted by on May 16, 2022 in Poetry


Bird Cherry Tree

under the tail squeezed it out
the bird sowed the seed in flight
hit the stone statue splashed white
the rain swept the dot to earth
to the grass between the blades
near the dry sand walking path
into wet soil dug by worms
down yellow-green baby root
drinking the dirty water
rounding back pushing to sun
sticking the bird cherry tree
to stand narrow greening leaves
sprays of flowers and red fruit
the feathered claws eat and poop

2.1 10/8
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Posted by on May 15, 2022 in Poetry


The Last Call

goblins of oil-slicked forest swamps
banshee, gnomes, huldra, whorgs, the naissance
and mud-smeared trolls of yonder fairy bridges
the poet beckons your ears like canting witches
creep out - creep out - you twisted scowls un-shadow
come slavering to the last battle
creep forth your slithering heads fish-eyed cold
into full flaunt humpback sprouting tangled kobold
legends bedded in bardic olden terrors
tailed night creatures with slimy feathers
occult magic woven in your earthy noir
reveal - reveal - your gorgeous horror
grendel of myrridyn sheath ivories no more
reprove humankind's dark sorcerer snake oil
their arrogance would deny terra mater's lore
and by their willful ignorance plague her to the core
awake - wake you sleepy giants with timbered owls
whose sinewed scarred faces are lined with wizened frowns
and holes of hollow mouths growl strangled frozen howls
you are chopped and burned into charred stump memory
sacrificed to the idol of mortared industry
amass leafy armies to flout this foe of dung
ere choking smog destroyeth thee from under the sun
and this bereft bard must wail earth's destruction done

1.5 10/10
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Posted by on May 15, 2022 in Poetry



i still see their faces
bubbling the gray stuff in my bone head
like yellowed photographs
the set faces
noses mouths and lips
lines of their bodies

the holographs looking three-d
animated messages
like r2d2 screened the bit from ob-wan
gesticulating thin air

like a museum
of science with
the slab of amber
the giant dinosaur mosquito
frozen sculpture

no matter how many years pass
not a day older
that's how i see them

picturing their lives
happy without me
and my today's
the siesta without them

and no black arts
can conjure
that fossil mosquito
to drink blood

2.1 9/7
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Posted by on May 15, 2022 in Poetry


The Chase

pepper-mill-chase gold sign says
the gate dressed up with flowers
white apple blossoms greet cars
i siesta foot the 'trance
turning eyes to clouds and trees
and all my walk i'm asking
why this path is named the chase
where is the mill of granite
to press and grind the seed corn
or small pepper balls to squeeze
here i stand done striding round
the thinker sewed the eyes black

3.5 10/7
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Posted by on May 14, 2022 in Poetry



puffy white clouds pink gray brains
fight the yellow face of sun
swell with black water to turn
feet to the rivers and lakes
the fire stick splitting the sky
bites the barked branch blasts it off
to sing the earring poet's head
burning feathers off his neck
swim siesta blood-eye dead

4.7 10/7

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Posted by on May 14, 2022 in Poetry


yellow star

the new yellow sun swelled day
all the flowers and the grass
the forest black with long old roots
hide leaf from the sun swelled say
the trees with gnarled bark and sigh
with thick branches push the sky
so the small red flowers die
the mouths of the forest eat
killing them flesh bone and blood
yellow star full moon the mud

4.1 9/6
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Posted by on May 14, 2022 in Poetry