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ChroniclesPoems-1Hooshang Danesh



Copyrights 2011 by Hooshang Danesh

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A Nursery Rhyme

The only evidence of

GodIn the whole universe is: love

The perfect solution to

All deceptions is

Love

The only breath that holds

Your sureness together

Is love

The only dream that leapsYour mend

Forever is

Love

And to mend and mend

Here goes our

Love—

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Abode

Take abode-in roached and-

filthy frontiers-

read classics,

take-nervous-notes,

hope for never-coming-

literary-careers,

with eyes already trained-

in not-seeing,and ears,

oh ears,

listening ,

never-hearing,

we soon become:

pop-stars,

we all live on-

waste-

lands,

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AletterToArrival

(Am I,

turned-off,to the shelter of-

her eyes,

or to the-

long, dark-

yearning of her-

face,

am I too blind,

mister?(or that,

yous,

best-than-

I,

-Into

soothe,

-the ragged,

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unleased crests-

of each-stays,

(or is it, that I can-

recede,

lightlyinto nothing,

of this so-

briefly,

fleeting,

now’s

and

then)

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Am

I want women, only women-

this need in me, is auniversal problem

solution

I follow universal

diagrams (child

contrived by universal

collusions, I am on the

carpet died, sketched into purpose

be-all looseness,I want women kind, drafting

mother-child re-unions

I am into absolution-jive

neglect-not love child-not-

teen-perusal,

I am into women

to unweave a larger-

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mat, the artisan-at-work-

sign, to weave a new style-

childa child of solutions,

I be what I need to be-

am—

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AndreaPoems

(I eat the bread she-

bakes-(she bakes and then-

we mate sum-

(some was born, the other

year-

(son rules same-

free goats of-

andreamedawest-

(I drink the beer she- brews some,

(And still, we-

mate-

and feel, look for-

-our verves off-

the milky way,

(We quarreled then-

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much-

we still quarrel-

much-

But its like we-in heavens-

now,

and-

quarrel-sum-

(only to claim-

again-and-again-

the crackles-

of joy, only-a few can wave, mend-

and make—

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Andromeda

(But the horses knew-

the horses drank from the spring,-sobered like axioms and-

felt the kindred

-tingles of their

skins,

-the rouse of their-

hoofs,

the tails fly across-

the spume of things,(The horses knew, the-

seesaw was-

not ever-

-a

dream,

been

since—

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Andromeda-west

I want to

disappear into-the scent of things,

into the very end,

into volumes of perfumes,

the skin of inflatable things,

into andromeda,

into her west,

into her stellar apples-

laid to rest,into the motion of things-

out of the stillness-the vast flowering of all things

sans dead,

forgetting all the round eyeballs,

gazing at my head-

forgiving no other-

but myself,

forgiving no other-

but myself,

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Apart

It can’t be made

believable,

that you’re loved by us,

or by them,

but more-so-by-

me (who invents you)

you’re wounded,

impaired,desirable only-

in fits of tales-

that remove us-

as an object-

of-

love,

apart,

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Avalon

I danced with

all nine sisters of Avalon:First

opened and closed my eyes again-

I fell, broke my leg-

Second

forms perfect curves at a store-

there is dirt under her nails.

Third

made me come into Africa– just to open the gates of hell-

Fourth

brought me food and weed in her forest

to put an umbrella over my head-

Fifth

married my ghost-

just to steal my jewels away-

Sixth

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was a double blonde in school-she came and took pictures of my face,

Seventh

is the one I invented and named Tara,

she is the one I like best-

Eighth

is stretched out in terrace,

waiting for a slate-

Ninthwears a collar on her neck-

I wish I’d never spelled-

3rd is the one I loved most-

but only the 7th-seal, is- safe-

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Baptismal

(Do you remember-

the water from the

-fountain,-the baptismal sieve,

that paled your,

whisper,

your cries,

-remember you fell-

silent,

-raised like a turtle-

dove,-a gaze crowned,

your brow,

(that day you -

were born to-

love and life,

to remember the only,

truth is

god

is

love,

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Bastards

(Do u agree my mates-

that we best, peaceful bastards-

in

cowsi-uni, moo verse!

spreading lust, love,

morelust

honeymoons- infinitum-

stealing cantos and verse-

(damn the torpedoes-and loaded for the bears-

hail the little dipper,

the perseus is cetus,

(and is riding the-

meda to sp -ain-

ace-

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(please, the queen is-

coming up for-

air, every

bleeding

ten cents,the swans wailing:

“rescue, god, save”--

“and you wanna meet,

Mr. Orwell-

where?”

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If

If the

rich don’t

pay for the poor,

their ranks,

will be

reduced for sure,

meaning they:

can’t come

back to the

same floor,which is

almost as bad as dying

and not coming back-

for--

to lose a tier-

is to paint oneself-

(in colors you don’t wanna know about)

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Boomerang

(The reducing ranks- the-

officers,

are the make-sads,

-who must raze you-

with crops, their-

own-

to hoist their own-

sacks,(and their sacs,

diluted

-concaved,

curtsied-

-and sunk like-

(unerring mathematics of-

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oppenheimer and-

the general-

staff,(they subscribe-

to nothing that-

may trace,

or fetch the

scents,

of,

an unshackled-

bounce,(welcome now please: the-

mathematics of-

boomerang,

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Conejo

My eyes discover you,

in your cage of sounds,it’s a trick of the belly-

dancers-

mi amor,

they hide-

in the spirals

of-

tus cenizas-

and thenflattened on your back-

a cloud of silence-

(racimo de uvas)

a knot of knowing-

(mi amor)

-inside your eyes,

and there,

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my words become-

visible,

(for one fleeting moment)and then retreat,

(arde norte del mundo)

and the sun dances over your cage-

(mi amor) and you dream-

of jump-

(una, dos, tres)

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Creation

A rather large universe-

Two-followed a cozy world-

I think rather warm,

and psychedelic,

orange and all shades of-

ruby red,

sore, And blushing-

with invention-

(And you and I were There,which explains-

your rose-red lips,

and the salmon-pink of-

your forehead, when broods,

(And then the serenity

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of it all ends, in the

Quaker grey- and these-

jaundiced hues, (today)(the whales were once-

blue,

Glared for miles and miles,

they soothed you.)

Well !

(My eyes are fire-red againmy lungs ache like hell,

and I smell like a dead star,

not the smell of blood-

of sweat and ou tears,

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(All I can think about –

are those Monet colors,

my dreams are of-

aqua green, and meadow brooks--pairs of fern, spread across-

verdant aqua blu-

ues,

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Creatures

(creatures that walk-upright,

-planning their turns-

away from-

-the curly grass ferns,

and greenish scenes.

-they turn and turn,

leash unhand,

-concrete-metal,internment parlors,

-by pallbearers fields-

(and the creatures on-

four hands-

-tempting their-

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mesmered,

strapped-

dominants,-with coaxing smiles,

wide teeth,

-and be-all

sounds-

-to walk this way-

that way, the Eden’s-

land,

(but….man!!(oh, how I love,

being a dog –

again,

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In The Dark

The photographer-:

is picturesque,handsome, not-tall,

enormous pile of wealth-

of death rattle and bone,

eyes without sense-

eyes in deplore of un-being ness-

but eyes in explore of straight-vision-

“why don’t you talk

about thingsyou don’t know”

eyes-circled-green,

eyes wrapped in the dark-

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Daggers in the Heart

We have no money-

when we move tohelp each other-

everyone jumps

to play stars

in these stolen hours,

some are plainly speaking: freaks-

they sit at the end of my towers:

creased,

I’d forbid them from these:times-and-spaces

but they don’t need my approval-

though they clearly meet it rolling

over each other,

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everywhere I go they sit like-

daggers in the heart-

their shouts are bricks in-my wall,

their pungent smell-

fills the empty shells,

while we tremble for each others-

fully awake-

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Dreams

There’s was a valley

Of pigeonsAnd of cubs, kittens

And such

All wounded by one, me the

Thief of the valley of

Pigeons

And eyes and tecs

All creatures pretty

Breasted and teemingLike innocence fit

To invent,

Cooked potions

Baked illusions

While playing:

Fantasiestuec

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Caprices in D,All in the valley of

Pigeons

And calvedbeings

Cubs puppies kittens

And colts

Cast naked upon

The valley of pigeons

And milled d r e a m s,

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Dreams

I slept next to her-

to hitch a ride in a dream-her shadow-took me –

to what used to be hell-

she made me miss one beat-

and I entered alone-

to my right was a toothless witch-

she slid into the-

dark and said my name-

I blazed a line around where she sits,so Cane knew where she was hiding

from-

there were men sitting on the floor-

concrete-and-neat

they were calling their planes-

for safe passages up-here--

I looked for Pam,

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-called her name twice-

her spirit said-

“Pam is gone-

to Nashville-

to record a song-“

I woke up, Pam was still sleep-

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Eve (Mary)

If she don’t come into each one

Night of dream

Here on earth, or Jupiter

Or the one where my home is

For a timeOh, if she don’t fall

Jumping on each

Spring

Night

Like a bunch of

Softleaves off the

Trees

The blue-greenTrees

She paints much

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“she, too is a painting

she

dreamed”

but if she don’t come

thru

I’ll die, and notOn so sleepless a night

No, I’ll die in the

Begin

Where she is but

A flower in our

Seas,

Seas where Love-was-not

-Is, and Iam too

Adre

Am

d,

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Exists-Tamam

There’s a mirror-

in front of me-

and it shows only myself-

I don’t know of-anything, or-

anyone else-

you exist in your dreams-

of someone else-

he or she doesn’t belong-

to where I exist less-

I don’t know you-

unless you are me-or my love first-

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Fade into You

(Loomed , worked so hard,

-on the edge-

of common-

accept,(The inner innate-

is fazed,

fading

(And the doubting too-

dismounts,

disarms,

further (still),

-and the fading,fades

into,

faith,

and faith

is the light of the creator,

spinning endless

centers,

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Father and Son

Shakespeare objects to

the writings of his-

son-

One: they’re always about-

women-Two: why do they always

stay in rhyme-

and don’t go further

than the father

would have

preferred

The father: would call a

vase a vase, but for the flowers that weren’t

planted by

him-

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The father would have spoken-

of the sadness-

inherent in love-from the beginning,

The father would have

mentioned how

tall the son was-

and how shorter-

sadness feels-

The father would have

written a tragedy-far superior to mine-

I only speak of love-

(and not its tears!)

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9

When she doesn’t exist,

I exist in her,

and then we are both the-

existing-eternal,

I’d render her,

careless, useless,

call her-

mother,

but she neither is

nor are,

she is a creator’swish,

and her will is not alarmed,

though whomever sleeps with her,

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will be fear-fraught

if other than

us(2)--who’ve slept in her-

in our death,

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Feed

If only, I-

could be grafted on-to some tree of-

oath,

some floral leaf of-

confirmation,

The unfoldment, would-

lead,

The vessel, and seeds,

into Sylvan-(And feed, more-

the looming,

absolution,

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Feet

Your hanging feet, toes-

crimson roses inabeyance,

like the tight-rope walkers

on the streets of Paris,

or you can become-

Carmen instantly dancing

through your Spain,

draw the curtains girl,

I wanna dance alone,with the cherries,

that are your toes,

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Fever

I know where age

is taking my mind

with or without my consentwith or without my enthusiasm

with or without its dissent

its taking me to

slow movements

to contemplation and reason

to ponderous decisions

to where I’ll notice

every seasonand feel no fever,

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FifteenAll

(There’s fifteen of us,

-all-in-all,(in each time-

caption,

(Hosts to-

all forms of: way,

-and mission-verses

of: soothe,

said see-pleaseness

-everywhere,(And though I’m vagabond-

-mozart of:

tis frozen-still-suaves of:

subduers and subverts,

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(I’m endowed-

-eternal measure,

to:submito

-succulent love-

where?

-and when?

(Tis tradition I’ve-

-learned- I knowwhere?

(But in successive--folds of wife-mother-

-and sister

(who are not all one-

-and the same-

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-and yet each submerge in

love-

like: with strung out-

-stoic and stirring-

-wings of stone-

-they down-oft,

-and dither-

in clay

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Flowers of Mary

(Mary: your daughters,

stand stretched in the doorways,

in clusters of shadowy hours,tasting of innocence,

ignorance,

(of your perfumed body)

they say they will be dust:

(mas polvo enamorado)

they never see-

their sharp transparency,

which is you:(their sleeping mountain)

they come into your dreams Mary?

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each night

when your body is sleep?(haz de tus imagines)

drowned in music,

wings open, spill,

unseen,

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Flowers

To conceive Gods

In the naked nightWho would have thought

Of it- but love,

Who is the dream

That dreamt herself

Into being

And by the scent of things

Its rarest thing,

But look, if not for love-All the flowers would die,

Think of it-

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Fool’s Gold

Unfortunate:is relative true,

don’t know

why I

bother

with anything new here,

Relativity:

you’re a fabrication of time,

in any space of existing-I am walking on the wall-

and wait for the spells to sink in-

fool’s gold-

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From on

Tell them

to throw

the mistinto the wind

through tis tiny apartment,

for from on,

there’ll be-

no other sign of-

altogether within-

one storm-

within-one room,

within one world--

for from thereon

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“there be nothing-

-known, as so-

beautiful-as-true,

as you”--

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For The Chronicles

(Killing airs, and black-

thoughts,

-are waved in,

heapfuls of-untruth,

-each day,

(And though I’m born-to-

well,

and amongst these races,

-am exhausted in this-

labyrinth,

(For seashore after-seashore,

-is bricked by:

cainights, and their-

illwill,

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ways,

(And though my fate,

sows no glory,

-but service, and- perhaps some self-brightning-

days !

-I can no longer endure,

these invaders,

-let the foes post-

me the martyr,

(I’m happy to shawl,

tis life,-around their-

headless

bares,

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Goo,d Fighting

They are watching us-

Predatorprey-A game , (you Know) how-well,

We play,

(thousands-and-thousands-of-years)

And then: there are alleys,

Fairways, various sports, (toplay)-

But if you have to hunt:

You’re too far-and-inferior-

For these games-(And we are not that

“patience”

(We not those

clans)

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( us y born,

of love,

(and thousands and thousands,of years,

(well),

(that),

out of love-God,

creates man--

divine, eternal,

pennant;

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Hanging with the Living

You can only

Ascend if you’re two-

Meaning you have a living body-That watches over you-

And you must put all-

The cash back-

In my safe,

For you can be led-

By none other than-

My-

Self,

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Hope

The words

can existat any other point

without them,

abuse-less

not ear-less

but weight-less-

fields- of --gold,

they ride saddles,

but no horses will-throb-

against them-

(here)

nor

-love-

renews,

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them,

(here)

still, gods may flourish-in other abodes-

hope--

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House

I’m going out,

way out to the south,

to contend with all that-they call useless,

I’m back to the plow,

and the peasants-

who smell,

the pungency of wild-

horses,

I know I’m bound-

bound for the houseof : no-walls, no-lawns

and no more-

(I know I’m out),

---

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I know I’m back-

to clean out the floors,

to turn the other cheek,

to the nays no more.

I created this house,in my name,

to exist within it,

you must always confirm,

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If, When

(Breathe your wings-

your eyes’-

rest,on mine,

in-

respire

peace,

Breathe those eyes-

for, in their-

softness,

the ghost in-me,

wings,

For, the most-

withered,

undazed,

amongst us,

Yields,

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In The Window

The first family of the

Universe--

she whistles her own tunes-When she wears her emblems, the colors

of titan red, cherubim’s-

redness of burgundy-

wine,

Which she drinks

on occasions

with vegetarian plates of-

carrots and bell peppers-sautéed celery butter-

beans.

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Asparagus garliced

and-

corn bread,

All grown on earth, thePlanet of heavens,

fertility, else-and:imported all to Callisto and

Ganymede

Jupiter’s largest moons,

Where the best restaurants

are in the milky way

Still the shuttle is late

and she keeps whistlesAnother child

expected in the month-

of May-

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Strings Attached

Stars and planets null-

they give it no more dimension-

than a blind in a store,

where you come from-is clear,

where you going-

is up here,

its made of strings-

attached to one ring,

the ring is alive in a sacrament,

it slowly becomes chronicles,

and they’re bunch of dogs,awake,

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JovianMoon

(She’ll show me poems-

-I’ve written about her-(I’ll read and,

find failings

in them,

I’ll eagerly claim:

“I can now do better,”

(And shall-

-so much more-

to be said:(on the scent of-

her skin in the-

jovian air-

(and her toes-

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-meander

on the jovian-

pave-

“they mark mycease about

-her sate”

(and this time-

-she will marry-

-me,

for a jovian

pool-

-on some starry- jovianmoon,

-and then may all pools-

be oceans-beds,

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-where

lay-love

absolution-

lends:

“hey poor-men-tate-

sooth-is-every-

where,”

Everywhere,

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Juliet

They come through the doors,

one after another,their detention is unfastened-

by no other than yourselves,

whose rivers take turns-

in painting them in all colors of desire-

but can’t –be- had,

their thorns too obvious to myself

(but not you)

what’s the trick of dispensing unusable?one watches Bethlehem

eyes red,

two is in Vienna

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fertile, arrives when I’m already- dead,

three steals rapture and ring,O’ Juliet, what deluded ghost-

spawned you so near our grave?

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Keeps

Lovers always fight

To conjure up-

Taints,Cracks to weigh in

Their please

And lovers never

Woe,

For grievance is

Unlove, and house-of-

Thorns. Love-

-doesn’t seed,But lovers

So tamed

Except in

Each other’s

Keeps and

Keeps,

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Knowing

(The ghost of-

knowing,

has no stella,

no monuments.-boards on no-

peasants,

bids on holidays,

-everyday is as:

tomorrow was,

-as yesterday is.

(but the ghost of-

admission,-is imbibing the-

big-brothers,

anyday,

“they’re only mal-odors,

away,”

he says,

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“only then, we the dominie,

of the sane,”

“only when, darkness,

removed,

we’re received ingrace,”

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LosingFloors

The thought

that misery

must exist

to bringhell back

is as dead as

the rich

who lose a-

floor everyday

to the thought

of being

exclusively above -while slowly going under,

and that’s

so the

meek shall inherit

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the earth,

and that’s a fact,

and though,

this won’t go through,

and open its-

leafless armssomething deeper cleared-

and brought the-

wheels closer to the tracks-

of love-

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Love

We’re all getting ready for-

Something,

Or our lives

Spent,In perpetual preparation

Conversion,

Radical-reclamation,

Like some kind of

Stars, planets,

Nudged in motion

By: angels,

We wane and ebb,To mount some-

Sure circle,

Far

Or I can’t know,

Why,

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We move each momentous-

Loom,

Breeding,

Persuading: climax,

Cradle,

Climax-more,I say: love:

Is

This love !

-

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LoveTwo

Love:

She’s met-

(And you’re two-

(when you meet her-n

-you are o e

She two-

Becoming-

o e

n

“love you two”

(And this reverbates-tru-

too-

“two is loveso love is-

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must- o e

n

(must one to-be-two-

(to one you need:

all-and-

two-(identity is all-and-two,

r

(all-is-currently: th ee-

m

e,

s

he,

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y

y

o

(two is- u(love is a member of-

identity club-

(I am the owner-

not-

tru

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MaternalSpaces

I always carry an apple

With meAn apple in my pocket

From a 23rd century tree

Its fallen on my head

Like a token

Keepsake

(like love!)

I awaken in some long chalk

DistancedI measure

(not) this as

loss, then-

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(why not!)

I know I am-

But I amMourne what may-

(may not)

so, this apple I carry

everywhere

and soon anywhere is

where I am not (what!)

I should like to call myself

Mr. Newstein (Anew)-Its my short for Newton and Einstein (Gods!)

Things seams broken

In both space and time

(I seem fine)

thru—

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Meaning

-meaning

is to create love for-

another,and then your sing to,

tis one,

the only one,

-rings truer.

Than imagine,

(when you give love-

you see what’s-

given--your love

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Miracles

In the sequential

existence of your

moments,

in the now-

laid down isthe true shape

of the truth,

where endures:

holy,

sensuous,

religious,

love,

eternal,miracles are its-

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fruit:

-are what’s seen and felt by-

god,

and observed by others-

as the truth-this perfect symmetry of ours-

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Mirror

She lands on me her

unrooted

passion,and as she is,

mirror is my heart,

as she is,

a thousand butterflies,

watch her fall into pieces,

as she is,

mirroring my thoughts,

her rainbow is formed by doves,and why do I look so starry eyed?

its your mirror, my heart a-

firefly can spin me around,

Oh, don't leave me under your

waterfall –your

-mirror, is my heart,

and what if the serpent,

throws me a rock,

-87-



Motherlove

Mother love’s

words on loveSo sensibly drawn

That any unwish

Unwise

For gobbledy-gook

Is rested upon: unmetment

Not-required

And she,

Is into loveLike

She is into

Anything,

Like everything’s-

Intensions:

Love-greened,

And see: I write

-88-



Now

For love-repressed

Is now: descend

-Into-seenAnd for: I was

Once loved

Like a

God,

-89-



Mothers and daughters

Mothers of mud, daughters of hiss-

of poisons, and snakes,Your newly husbands,

are sleeker version of your

fathers,

who engraved

Your just names,

Into bandits’ calls who

newly themselves,

Bristle you with tears-of their own-

who grew up,

In the kitchens you adorned-

where I have found,

wearily under ground,

-90-



Coming and going,

under acid-

Which they still,throw on the faces

of women who dare-

toy with the thoughts:

of learning,

alone-

Somewhere in the east of your west,

South of any winds

That shears my heart,Unadorned,

-91-



My Sailor

Meaning

Is

be-fore –itmeaning:

the future

determines the

fast

unequivocally

or

let the light,

lift the,tombstone-

magistrate,

or--

the light can not sit behind me-

foursquare,

for no one will be born here,

yesterday—

-92-



Natalie

You’re a conversation

on a phone,

minutes filled with

presence, absence

a length of timea beginning, an end-

you’re the notes from

a book,

the length of a sentence,

a Jew, swan,

a lake-

you’re a large pale mirror,

through an invisible glass-an object of love-

distorted,

incensed,

unknowable-

unfound

loved back-

-93-



Yes

Avalon:

you can’t dance with-

anyone but myself,(or dance with heaven)

you were held high,

in their eyes-

of love,

and you aren’t left unattended

(forever)

if you fall out of the doors,

down-filled with us,

and rush-

for everything that is

not ever-present,

in the tiny squares of life-

-94-



there’s no one-

left for-

thee-threeheaven is forlorn,

if you keep us locked,

-95-



Nothing Again

Approach of seeing-approach of knowing-

also-in-line. (universally human)

place oneself inside-

this realm. (she said)

place thyself inside-

my realm. (she said)

place spirituality inside-

thyself (I said) place nothing-(I said).

-96-



Oh--

Fear,

love, jealousy,

are all-

configurations of

time-and-space;

without your

physical beingness,

spirits feel nothing-

are nothing, belong to nowhere-

fall in the cracks

that weigh no-

ore than-

a stone,

-97-



thrown down a well of-

no one’s home,for even silence-

is a curve of the space-

oh,

-98-



Paired

(She, grounded love,

minimal,-the thinnest of-

all scales,

weakened, and wasted,

into bare,

-love,

hid around,

fledging,

seeding,each-

her-

stares-

(what, to call back,

-99-



to heed?

-oh, do let,

what

grounds-

love, be dis-

paired,

-100-



Park

I’m gaining weight-I’m earning the medals,

I’ve gained-

what an awful accident-

The medals I’ve gained-

-aren’t mine,

they come from sorrow-

that’s not my park!

-101-



Pen

My mothers are

As causative-creative as I

Can be with words, tunes,

their lives: Careful selections-of- volition: Dilemmas, Scylla –

and -Charybdis

(not-love or love-not) rather

what’s options, adoptions,

ornaments of love,

“self-love, his- or -her-

love, universal-favor-

love, I’ll -invent-to-love”All forms of love

(My preference is only a

self-shelter-ness,

a harbor of love, by-the-

roadside-love

“The lilting jumping love

-102-



carries persistent-unfading

across times (through)

Even when

no acclaim-reflection-

consented (why!)But all love lives-

for defiance

is love

live

di

s

u

-103-



Ray

I’ll be Mozart

For one day

And he like to kick thingsWay back

A beat of his own:

Everyday is like Sunday

So, you pretty ornaments of

Love guarded:

I’m Mozart for whole one

Day

Mozart write in dashes of red-

Ness

Causal-pivotal-embryonic-

-104-



Burn

They say: he always had the best Dokein

Gifts from folksFar-ahead

One must bear presents to

Travel

One must be Mozart to

Accept,

Without prejudice

I say: I’m only trying to understand

How to flicker with as muchGrace

I say: I’m only trying to see

God’s shimmering the first

One

Ray

-105-



And I know think the cynicism

But I wish to be Mozart

Even if for just oneDay

And I know that I’m

But then

Not

May,

-106-



Reading

Reading them to sleepmust be incredible,

and as a new baby arrives-

each day,

I know reading them-

to sleep,

must be a panacea,

to you too,

you who-were read only,

the exhausted accounts

of last year’s Bookkeeping,

an exhaustive account,

and just a lexicon-

-107-



of complications and numbers,

But reading them to sleep,must be incredible,

For each day,

you could be marking,

tracking-

All that you thought-

you were never-

read to,

-108-



Ellie

Ellie-

is the spiritof cain-

who shall

accept my ring

after 200

years, of exile-

and happiness

shall stream

from her skininto your future-

and ours-

Will be a

union of

man and

wife,

(remember this)

-109-



Point54

You’re pouring

over my headlike alcohol,

like violence:

repeated,

repeated

in dire goblets,

in graves of scream into-

tiny sinus cavities,

forever and ever,

the vapors of alcohol

of your breath

-110-



on my brain

Likeknives,

in the meeting

of there,and therelessness

inverting heads,

forward, back down-again,

between going and staying-

of your betweenness,

into tiny cavities of life-

foreverless, you are-

-111-



Requiem For Love

I was dreaming of

dogs

finding them: perfect strangers-and wanted to write a requiem

for scarlet, and her sisters—their lilies of summer-

their asymmetric lust, debauchery-

flees out of perfect love, patience-

how they bang anything with a pulse-

in the world’s drowning-

-of objects, various and steady,

the odors left behind them--of metal boxes-

of drowning virgins-

I wanted to keep the treasures of the day-

away from them-

with a requiem of silence,

-112-



Rooftop

(My one true spirit-

-was down,

way down-(her Shakespeare-

dead,

-and the only colors-

she saw,

(where of a lobe-

sided,

sphere,

-fainted,cained,

-like a grin-

touched by-

-113-



the crown-

of-

fear,

“thou shall

nay,the hand of-

god,

dis

ap

pear!”

-and the spirit,

virginal,

still,-even knowing of-

it’s earliest-

own-

-114-



fears

(released,

(like dews, and-lores,

a new-

color out-

of the pristine,

skies,

calmly-

greeted,

-115-



Rose

-A poems like a rose,

rose from my fingers-did it rise out of the

sorrows surrounding it?

yes

and

no,

It rose out of its maker’s-

-116-



Ruins

College poetry,

hold the-scenes,

professor-ships,

bored with-rule.

write ennui-

off,

in journals,

and lie still-

in ruin,

-117-



Same

Same-same

isn’t love-

Its meaning is the exact-

opposite of love,

it means:I’m in des-paired,

save me:

from myself,

again and again-

means:

I’m no longer desired:

by anyone:

but myself,

-118-



meaning:

I fear death,so I die-

within myself,

lest he carry-

the universe by himself,

“but god is other than yourself now”

-119-



Sapphires

(never repress any's nature-

-all seeds don't bear

the same flower,

-all not sanctifiedin the same old

way-

(each has beauty

in her robe of nature,

-each bears its pearl's,

near our wells,

(and under the same shade of

skies ,-you are find veneration and

desires, heaven

may veil compassion,

(doves may veil breasts,

sapphires,

-120-



Sara

I am unself-onscious-

and there’s a softness,

I can’t make out,-make my way into this garden,

-caned –bloomed,

his-and-her

stuff,

she asks me to run on this earth,

so I can have her name far,

and there’s a breeze-

“I run for her”there’s a sign in the skies,

under the oracle,

under the red,

far from the sun-

-121-



into a giant lotus,

Earlier:

she puts a gun in its holster-

on the right,

and wears my rings,nails cut down-

to the symmetry

of a face,

I won’t-

recall,

but can love-

unhesitant,

-122-



Scarlett

I know if

I meet yousomewhere

I’ll find myself inside you,

I’ll tremble at the thought-

of your beauty, its truth,

I’ll wiggle, shuffle and be like the wind-

in your veins-

you’ll waive your waist slightly to the left

you toes will nod unknowingly their stems,I know if I meet you somewhere

I’ll find myself again and again,

-123-



Soheila

So, she

Was love sickness

Supreme

And her breasts

The surrender sizeOf her breaths

Which were hilary-green

And freshed, poured in

Ivy Vienna

Streams

Which how she

Moved on the floor

Too

-124-



Over wool Afghani rugs

She turned and turned

Creating

S I A S

P R LOf:

Quantum-moves

Which were

Well,

Like traveling on

The speed of light

To the house of

Gods and back And still stopping at

Each point in

E W E

B T E N,

-125-



Spirit

(Spirit - my soul,

and verve,

(Is given to -with care,-not distinction,

-not measure,

--not concentrations of-

matter or air-

(Its given in the name-

-of love,

-in care,

-its given to you,-from you,

(It means- there’s-

one god, for eter-

nity,

-and in heavens-

-name,

(Trust me,

-126-



Spring

Only if, my thoughts-

were thinly populated,

by fragments of-so old,

-but these ruins still,

lie,

in the blue,

folded, and,

folded,

-like dead leaves,

and spring, you-say,

“is everywhere!”

-127-



StillWell

(I’m tuned-

never-parented,

and always by spirits-

who wear these-suits,

-sometimes as armor,

always as-

berths of noble-

souls,

(I’m tunes-

was planted.

-billions years ago-and by no-

-128-



ghosts or hosts but-

me,

-whom, how I-

stillwell,my soul

alone,

-129-



Stones

-Ripples in ripples,

theatre for-

theatre’s sake,

them stone-agers,make one, wish,

-alone,

(make wishing,

-for stones,

a horrendous-

tone-

to be deaf and-

dumb,the idiot of the-

plains!

-130-



Striped-Again

(We shall be-

born again--striped again,

loved again,

die again-

Oh, eternity,

Hear this:

we shall die-

again,

died-again,-we shall be-

born again-

in god’s-

lights,

-131-



Sum

(Einstein is here too-

aswell-which is why-

my ears pop,

each single coordinate-

of poems, across so-

Interval Many

lines of say,

(In Sum…..she…..

(In Sum, she,

issumrockingGoodTime,

-132-



Sun-days

(Unsuccess, oh, how I-

hear your fresh,

scents away-

-will you see me -through to my own-

berth,

-or shall I wilt-

in tis, my old mate’s-

aches,

(Oh, please, you, me-

unsuccess,

the fruits of-thine eyes,

lulled,

To thine own awakened-

ways?

You see—

-not

-133-



that love is-

Two,

-and only true,

-if

that love-too, the dew-

of-slumber in,

thine-own-

sweet-golden-

(sage!

-134-



Surfing

I am surfing tonightsurfing on the cyberg’s

surfing on the edges

surfing on the Saturn

to where I’m

needed

and belonged

I’m shopping (now) for my own

featuresand (now) my

own mother’s (eyes

but I am surfing

to where

now

I am certain-

to where love discarded

now

must return

-135-



I am surfing now for my

father’s

and now my ownChildren,

surfing to all that-

is seethed

all that’s’ ruinous

unmanunkind

(surfing now like a God for

now God is mankind

(surfing like aturtle

in t i m es,

-136-



Tan-haa

All divide-

in the stream-of o e – permanent-

n

sand,

It wraps around-

wherever

you are,

its who we are-

entrenched-in this fire,

surrounded,

by the hiss-

of summers,

-137-



cloaked-

daggers thrown away,

we are-

in one permeate tree-

pendant,upside-out

the scents of things-

begin, and ended-

while you walked across-

this aloneness-

(tan-haa)

-138-



The 5th Street

Along the 5th street

The beggars lie stillAgainst the wind

Their arms twisted like

Moorings

And those bottles of seethe

Snared

For 99 pleaded

Prayed for cents

The rank of earthSold over

Sainted counters

By small men

Wearing molded

Steele, and Oh such

Stares,

-139-



The Roses

They were not of the

tearful order

-though they trudge to

duty, each dayred-eyed and sullen

faced

and the dark dusts

banes

-laid ordered

to claim their inner

outer

chaos“to watch their tears

-140-



in heaven

the intentions of

the dreadful,

the faded ”

-the roses stilllaid

bloomed

unopened

until the frightness,

shrank-

shorn,

and the hills of

rescind always

re-appear,

-141-



The War

The shooting war

Expectants

Tarrying hunger with

Unabated breathAnd the doors all while

Closing

Into their war infested

Fates,

See: the Saturn contention

Leaves his house

To turn stone into

EggBut the egg is guarded by

Stone

And the stone turns

All carriages around

The world is its

Golden nest,

-142-



TheVex

(The biggest pockets of base-

laid-out, not-always,

on the queen’s hell’s-gates,

-The vex, came and-too-often, than-not,

(From the piecemeal-

of this verve,

-becoming darkly sons of-

the heinous count,

(And though, each may-

have had it’s use,

(The Mob, wills – the unengaged,

-143-



The base,

Into forgetfulness moors,

-into where,

the quench takes.

Those, whoever-Passively,

Intrude--

-144-



Time

The artistryof traveling

through time,

is the charm-

of those of us-

who can’t

and won’t-

for the symmetry of-

unknowing isa touch of

Grace,

than not-

-145-



TombSay

Mined on a hill,

and lifted on wells,

and tips,

I rained a million-tears on tars,

and feathered your fears,

-and now I’m passing on-

to the suit of-

night,

and I know not where-

but if not, for-

the tips on-her hills,

and the mines she-

bared me laid,

-146-



I’ll be leaving

tis berth,

in fits of rage-

and not these breaths of-fair,

-147-



Unification

Unification

theory,

is a lantern

suspended inthe sky

unseeing,

its not what

I am

Its where

I’ve been

and always

be there,time-

-148-



sleeps there as always,

in its tower,

and you?

you’re the arch the hangs the flamein its power-

-149-



Unknown

Mozart tuned by Shakespeare,

-developed complete,

and reduced like a spelled-

cosmicflower,

-fell on the face of-

all-possible,

-the entire,

(and grew up to be

the crown of all

that’s’ not-to bethus

kno

wn,

-150-



Upon

Scarcity of

love-objects,

is a

mutiny of time-

a breach of

creation,

imposed upon-

no other

than myself,

for the flaw in-

invention,is to see

love-not,

but to

conjure it

upon myself,

-151-



Wayworn

It’s a thing

This loneliness

It’s a thing

With memories

TooThoughts like buried

Erstwhile ghosts

-come wayworn

into these moods

-they come-not to

soothe

they come like knives

like creepers in the nights

-152-



-they come for

not-mended

un-mated

un-inspiredthey come for frightness

they come for

me,

In ab-sen-ces-

of

you—

-153-



Whales

(If it takes a million-

years to-lose a-

thought,

dread(And it is, truly-

dis-rupting,

(I mean the salt-of-the

hearths, blow-

right into your-

face-

blinded,

(And the sheep, wolf,-holler like-

madness-

-154-



in-carnate-

(And the skies dry-

out,

40-seas-seethed,

(So, please don’t touch them,

whales-and-

animals,

-child,

(For your oceans-

-will lay-

bared,(And don’t ask me why-

-you know too well-

to not-just,

hear-and-

hail,

(trust me,

-155-



Wreathe

I feel liked I've had her I feel like it was warm, joyful

in-side

I feel like I've confessed

her

met-her

in-places

only (the –wistful understand

I feel like a beginner, braced and embedded, taken

like a surname a-

piece of ornament-stand

I feel like I've met her,

wayfared-and-swaggered,

taken-her-like

a wreathe inside out-

(I feel like I've met her-

(I feel like I need her-

-156-



Your light

if life's a dream,

may I wake up in your arms,may you be still sleep in

my arms

and if I rise again to ruen

your lights on,

juicy thighs turned on,

will spark,

your eyes again,

loved again, will you cryagain

and wave again,

in time again,

and may I grow to find

my poems, your notes again,

may I be invented in your

lights again,

-157-



on pages which look like

these again

may I rise,with

words

Again,

in-

your light,

-158-



What’s Love

On the borders of-

marvelous,

I am a star-on whether, what takes-

Place-or-not,

I am period far,

and whether your loveliness-

faithfulness- real-

or not,

I assure you, I’m only-

your sac-ri-ficial-lamb,for whose sake-

for whose love-

you can ( not must)

set the worlds –

in motion-

-159-



for whose sake-

you can be-

endowed.

with-

loss,

self,

(and love,

-160-



Buddha

My mothers, lovely witches

Breeze by

“Oops, breeze doesn’t describe

the storm of their witches

broom,

but my mothers, the witches

storm by, in their

best pant suits, like

ghosts in business suits

they wear ornaments, medals

crests and featherson their weathered suits

they always say:

“what a cute boy’ and

storm out again

-161-



and I never look behind me

still cursing the first

mother-on-

a-broom

who came and went

impassive-bl

ue,

I still recall the

dust of-the-

first-broom

settled on the-

window-panes-

rooms I never knew,

and I am Buddha--

-162-



1

I can do no more

Than chorus

Lines

At times

The suits, their tasteSo biter

So meddlesome

The dread so

Strong

That I could do no

More than

Removed

OrdainedFor me too strong

And kick back, sleep

For dreams to

Angel , and

I am)

wo

n

e,

-163-





its

rites

of:

"Look! Usgood-

lovelightsMay- pair,"

-and for, whom the-

sacred-bells,

tis allure (intense-

tolls:

'only in you , I may-care'

'only in you—

-165-



Birth

Billions of molecules

Beat, compose a human being

In a frenzy

Rosy blur And are lightly shuffled

Wiggled to any other

Planes

There,

But they go so easier still

If shivered frozen-

Lover’s glacial-cool

They beat a lighter still, whenImpassioned hormonal-

Release

Pleasure-

Domes (mate)

Whenever she is here

-166-



I am morpheme d

“whatever that is”

but I am consoled into

poetry and existencea fly on the wall

I’ve never been

But whenever she is-

I am restored

And mended

Glacial-cool

Am birth,

-167-



To Saul (St. Paul)

Its’ the larger world

(the sung world,

the spiritual world around you

(not-entrapped, but benevolence-

governed-in-light-world(so, I couldn’t accuse or groan-

(like a child-

(for a child I was indeed-

at last, and-

(and a child needs grooming- (a groan

is lack of

that,

and our adults may be dead! (but may- be the adults still, forever-still.

Are bellowing light through-

These horrid nights!

(and so I felt hosanna-hilary-

funny,

for the hermes-of-

tis one light,

-168-



(and the light-itself-

its’ nature is-

non-divided,

non-ambitious,

and timely: its’ not,

like you and me,its more like—

silk, not sleek(life,

but smooth-silk, in an-

endless sari, soft-

and tactile- limbered-

around our lies,

lies, lies-

(BellowingSilkMellowLight,

-169-



Give

Do you want to recede

To move

-into a blighter orbitanew furrow-

groove

do you need

the pendant-still

to lure

your view

further further-still

into soothe

-do you need to speak

with your eyes only

-170-



wait your truants’ unfoldingdo you comeback

repeated

n,

r e

d

u

ce

d,

-171-



Harvest

(She has Mona Lisa's smile-

and queen Charlottes face-

of bohemian-

(coffee houses-And discothèques-

in Prussian-

towns

She is met any time any where-

(and though I've-

been appointed to her-

court,

(soft-silk-elegant

fur,

“she is milky,

beautiful feet,”

-172-



-and though sunken-

pure

fine,

the center of her-empires,

(I am, but a servant-

who gazes after a day of

harvest—

-who stares at her window,

through the distant marshes,

-after a day of plowing-

the hay

-173-



(she's the window I stare-

at,

through a haze of lives-

and : "Oh, what a feeling, to be always near her

sight."

and this: goes on and on

through the-

harvest,

-174-



Black Holes

Black holes

temperance-present

where matter –not-

festering scenesconsume the matter sep-

ted

Matter-wronged

at a faster rate than

expected

even by the local-

weather-men-scientists-

Who think spirits ghosts

and ghosts really not (there)-

and (here), where black holes come-

and- go faster than expected-

faster than Indie 500-than:

sundays’ bar-b-q cows and-

pigs and be-ings, who just-

-175-



put up one more black

hole,

There n the corner

where the lawn joins the patio-

edgeless,(right under your nose)

there, where matter-

not -consumed faster-

than expected by even- Gods-

alone.

Fol

d,

-176-



Am

I want women, only women-

This need in me, is a

Universal problemSolution

I follow universal

Diagrams (child

Contrived by universal

Collusions, I am on the

Carpet died, sketched into purpose

Be-all looseness,

I want women kind, draftingMother-child re-unions

I am into absolution-jive

Neglect-not love child-not-

Teen-perusal,

-177-



I am into women

To unweave a larger-

Mat, the artisan-at-work-Sign, to weave a new style-

Child

A child of solutions,

I be what I need to be-

Am,

-178--



Child

Your ding, dongs,

never wound the horizon-

the ghosts guard-the territory,

which is only filled by the vein of words,

and the whispers of

their sap-

rushing through,

\ into the Sun’s skin

Oh, don't dream of hunt:

They bring too many-nightmares (Lucy)

and they can wound you-

deaf and blind,

in the distant stir of your spirit!

the river of dreams can't humble-

with their tenderness (then),

-179-



nor love will renew your-being,

with unhesitant kiss,

Oh, you anger stricken prey of-

young doves-

oh, you anger-stricken child, wait-

In the silence of the clocks-

to reborn,

-180-



Fish

Poems well-read

give all birth-

betterMeaning(for it may just be-

that you and I were-

born,

to the sounds of-

dust settling-

down,

on the shoulders-

of the prettiest fish,in the kingdom-

kind,

(which why-

I dream.-

wet dreams-- you?

all night,

-181-



Birth

Billions of molecules

Beat, compose a human being

In a frenzy

Rosy blur And are lightly shuffled

Wiggled to any other

Planes

There,

But they go so easier still

If shivered frozen-

Lover’s glacial-cool

They beat a lighter still, whenImpassioned hormonal-

Release

Pleasure-

Domes (mate)

Whenever she is here

-182-



I am morpheme d

“whatever that is”

but I am consoled into

poetry and existencea fly on the wall

I’ve never been

But whenever she is-

I am restored

And mended

Glacial-cool

Am birth,

-183-



Witches

Witches without pen-

Carry themselves low,

And lilted, slippery-evasive

Treacherous- but reliableFools.

(I don’t mind their-

chicanery’

“stealing my pen”

impersonating-

subversive thoughts in-

my head-

“liars of first magnitude”

(and I’m not really maligned by-

their-

masquerading-

my-imperfections,

-184-



I am unspoiled, unscathed

By their tools

(scars are mine, not )

But to steal my pen.

Is pestilence

AndTorment-cruel

Hell.

(for each pen- I lose a-

poem,

a thought of-

creation-

a-cum-may

lose in-

U,

(then), U

-185-



God and Man

Spring, you have come

so unsparely, so stealingly

all of a suddensexis everything all around the

undimmed street beech trees, the

saw ferns in the lobbies dividing

themselves,

and all the animals

on public T.V. excited

convergent like tourists at

Disney land,are we such animals too,

like the rest?

is it true spring?

are we closer to monkeys than Gods?

-186-



why this sudden urge to attend,

to socialize like bees

to mate like rabbits and seals

spring,

you have suchtangible existence

feel you in my veins like a new drug as

though I am a teen again!

answer me spring,

why are we so effected by time?

are we closer to monkeys than Gods?

and why am I suddenly

just a man?

-187-



-

How far is Vegas

How far is Vegas from me,

and I mean no one understands,

her replyof all the blessings which to man

nothing except, pre-exists,

amazing new laughter

shot like a flower on pages restored(

feel)

and by the hands which are constant

and protect a certain peace,

junipers crowned the silence thatshe, working her tail off,

put on a pages,

where laughter is restored,

and you,

can exist,

but what I mean is: :"how far is Vegas from me?"

-188-



Love

We’re all getting ready for-

Something,

Or our livesSpent,

In perpetual preparation

Conversion,

Radical-reclamation,

Like some kind of

Stars, planets,

Nudged in motion

By: angels,We wane and ebb,

To mount some-

Sure circle,

Far,

Or I can’t know,

Why,

-190-



We move each momentous-Loom,

Breeding,

Persuading: climax,

Cradle,

Climax-more,

I say love:

Is

This love-

-191-



Loveis

(show you the way back to love, back to where my riverhead

your

fountainhead

spring from,

(back to where loveis-

(and for a time

for

all time allthe world is built

around U +

me,

-the world ornate- nascent,

unveil, christen U +

me,

(into where?

-192-

:



streamed down to build

only confirm,

to found own, its brazen,

failing-:

(sinnotchild:Loveis,

(into wherewherenessdefinesU

wherenessstillstirsanew,

( where?

into,

-193--



Mate

(The universal goat been

in-love-with theSirius ghost for a thousand-

Years-(and more

(I am only in awe of her brilliant

smile- deep oceans wave,

and the way her- eyes,

reflect the verves when

she meets my-stares

which are dispatched and surged,only in unescorted grasp

of her beauty-

(Oh, her almwaifed, savvy –

beauty-

-194-



(But what can explain this

fevered state, where her

eyes, her gaze- both,greet-and-inflame!

(And is she not universal- rush, haste,

(Is she not both desire-

and-the-invent-(

Is she not eternal-is

my

mate,

-195-



Palms

Streets with palmsfar extend anys’ ability

to count time

in measured doses,

undiminished by all the hurrying

signs: like the metal rocks,

the lucky charms, synthetic

breasts, leaping mounts-nature-less,

streets with palmsspread the sand through in torrents,

the heroine's nose arrives ahead of

her mind, and-oh not in the clouds,

-196-



but cloudless, ageless

stretched on unrested lines

like corpses,

streets with palms,

dread all closure,even children arrive earlier and

earlier than spring,

earlier than pansies take to bloom

apples

may ripen,

earlier unfinished, unwrought

just to catch the scent of

undying before it'stime,

-197-



Perhaps

Her responses are like

no one understands,

its like the desert city, she lives on-only

the healing of fountains can start

the little face of a boy the-

surety of Sap rushing

through that head,

And the too wide sandals

pointing perhaps to their lure,

perhaps in a perhaps land she must endure! perhaps the perhaps in things,

is the prison of her soul,

how does perhaps teach the throat

to reach out and not-open?

-198-



Relent

you brood like adeed,

warm and cold

you seethe like the

glass in a jar,

"prowess

unrestrained"

if you break into

sand,and brittle

for the

given of the

seeds,

-199-



Repetition

They are good to sing

to utter is perfection too andto love thy neighbor,

is a given-gift given

given for not-sing only -given

for perfection,

for foresight, foreboding

insight-

(given for imitation)

given from U, to U,from U,

given as an invention of

U,

( I am in repetition for-

U,

-200-



Ripples

Ripples in ripples

Theatre for-Theatre’s sake

: them stone-agers

make one, wish

alone

make wishing

for stones

a

horrendous tone,: to be deaf and dumb,

the idiot of the

plains?

-201-



Roses

Roses are just a memory

here,ghost of a keepsake,

those sweeps of white and

red,

the yellow Gloire De Dijon

arewhere?

the concrete-metal spires

don't feed their

verves too well,,they lie like nails

their petals draught-inflamed

their scents shed into smog

like tear-stains

and if they live by some

sorcery,

-202-



the kids must pick them

to adorn some

drive-by's grave,

I would sing of rosesto you,

but the parks too, closing

earlier

vandals' remodeling

everyone keeps safe,

I would sing of roses to you

but I am afraid

all praise is portentous

like leaves,-

green for one retreating

moment

then dimmed like

lights,

and like

breaths,

-203-



Sex

My heart says:

Hush no heatBreathe in no

Froze

The broken old

Bellowed

Like a drunken bore

And Oh, I can blink

Beneath it:

“when no ruse blind me

I lay no season’s

Soared.”

And for I hear above me:

-204-



Let the source

Through them, in

Quantum’s of deepRed

In fields of

chilledHeat

warmed

in,

hol

dh

old,

-205-



She wraps

when she wraps me

up

the weight of her hair,in my hands

where flowers

must have descended for

the weight of her hair,

makes me grow human

again,

fertile as the dark earth,

and I can let go of that whichis silence, weary and

tremble in between her hair,

and her hands

-206-



which gently unclasp and

hold me tight,only then like a soldier I stand,

wrapped in between flocks of

hair,

where flowers must have slept only

to be held tight by my hands

-207-



Silence

No one borrowsFrom silence

Now his melody

Sleeps with the dead

Definitive, pure

With no final echoes-

To be heard,

But the sound of-

Its maker,Calling h o m e,

-208-



Spark

that we should be so rapt

in a love affair

but life is ingenious,and what traps U(me,

is regret,

regret deep as existence

regret deep as your ironic eyes,

deep as my need for U,

deep as if we committed

wrong-

(but we haven't)deep as if loves'-

certain,

(its' not)

but deep, on the edges of spark-

sensual,

curious

spark,

-209-



Still

the light is, that beat,

all around youunited, knitby

each new landing

from these spaces and times,

and all those absolved ghosts,

frozen and unmoving,

was regret intered

eternal,

friction left behindlike sleep!

and

you and I

will be there,

endured, existed,

-210-



chased and completed likea new breeze

weeping

weeping,

the dreadful-lovers

of

still,

-211-



The Roses

They were not of the

Tearful order -though they trudge to

duty, each day

red-eyed and sullen

faced

and the dark dusts

banes

-laid ordered

to claim their inner outer

chaos

-212-



“to watch their tears

in heaven

the intentions of

the dreadfulthe cained ”

-the roses still

laid

bloomed

unopened

until the frightness shrank

shorn,

-and the hills of rescind always

re-appear

-

-213-



Unfinished

The unfinished alonenessUrged into sieve

Into hollow

By the cruelest attractions

Like spring,

The unyielding spring

Fevered into

Pain

Into someWielding

Fountainhead

And finished like love,

Like the hand of God

Re-appears,

-214-



Unknown

Mozart tuned by Shakespeare,

-developed complete,

and reduced like a spelled-

cosmicflower,

-fell on the face of=

all-possible,

-the entire,(and grew up to be

the crown of all

that’s’ not-to-be

thus

kno

wn

-215-



Whereroots

(This moodobeys,tempers midway,

intoabstracted,

bemused-

(this mood,

painstakingly,

disentangleswithdraws,

-remembrance

of things

“menacing dues,”

(this mood,

estranged fromseem.

love

wher

e

roots,

-216-



Ghost of the world

A rather large universeTwo

Followed a cozy world

I think

Rather warm

And psychedelic

Orange and all shades of

Ruby -red

Sore and blushingWith invention

And you and I were there

Which explains

Your rose-red lips,

And the salmon-pink of

Your forehead, when broods,

And the serenity of it all

Ends

-217-



in the quaker- grey and

These jaundiced hues (today)

The whales were once

Blue

Their spirits shell-pink Glared for miles and miles

They soothed you

Well,

My eyes are fire-red again

My lungs ache like hell

And I smell of blood

Of sweat and your tears

All I can think of areAqua-green, and

Meadow brooks,

Pairs of ferns spread

Across verdant aqua

Blues,

-218-



Dreams

I can do no more

Than chorus

LinesAt times

The suit, the taste

So biter

So meddlesome

The dread so

Strong

That I could do no

More thanRemoved

Ordained

-219-



For me too strong

And kick back, sleep

For dreams to

AngelAnd I am,

won,

-220-



Mona Lisa

I’m warning you

Mona Lisa

I’ll be chasing you

Around the stablesAnd chairs

And what if

My clothes

Dirtied

And smell

The saber-

Harnessed

TameChasing-

Mare,

“what you say,

you not-a-mare”

-221-



but who walkth

you to my

breeding

grounds

and everyday

but those painters’

legsof a mare

and toes of

an unsaddled

waler,

mooring

pair-me

pare!

-222-



Two

Love insatiable

Theoretically, inventivelyIs harmony

Meeting in fields unseeing

Love insatiable

Is longing for

Yesterdays, and hope-in-

That turning

Love insatiable is

Complete by me-and-Love

-223-



Not (alone

Remember: love insatiable is

Remembering that

Two is

Love

And zero is two-

Unknown

I’m meeting you, remember,“where?”

where two is not-meeting:

I won,

win

d,

is-then

m

y,ho

me

-224-



In May

The first family of the

Universe

She whistles her own tunes

When she wears her emblems the colorsOf titan red, cherubim’s

Redness of burgundy

Wine

Red,

Which she drinks

On occasions

With vegetarian plates of

Carrots and bell peppersSautéed celery butter

Beans

-225-



Asparagus garliced

And

Corn bread

All grown on earth, the

Planet of heavens and fertility

ElseImported all to Callisto and

Ganymede

Jupiter’s largest moons,

Where the best restaurants

Are in the milky way

Still the shuttle is late

And she keeps whistles

Another childExpected in the month

Of May

-226-



Trust me,

When the doors open

Where the darkness

Been reigningLike thieves but

Much worse, thieves of

Infants and thieves

Of faith and dreams

When the door opens

To the ending

Of the last un-wit

A few will never Come back

You know who you are

You are a punisher

In-the-night, been an instrument of

Evil and not God

Trust me,

-227-



Thru

Salvation too

Is liberty from extremesPoverty no-means homelessness

Abuse of self, and others

Salvation too

Is to bathe

With the poor

To wash away

All seeds of discord and hate

This need to overcomeInjustice

Is to please God

Through and thru

(trust me

-228-



Love

There is only one cause

Of all

The source of all is this

Love is the offspring of one

And love-gluedForever

Won

Trust me

-229-



One

When the verve

Captures my own

It falls madly

Off-un-gladlyInto all our known

For the fruit is

Likely, more-ly

To be

Than not,

So the question was

Is

How what to beAnd how to be in what

And to be not?

I hear, there is too jealous

One God,

-230-



Assurance

I assure you

I’m not all good

Or all bad

I assure you

Heavens are notAll so divided

Sad

And

I don’t purchase shame

In every front

Shame doesn’t belong

Where

What’s good here belongs

What’s not-good excised

But not gone

And what’s not-known-good

Is learned and taught all,

-231-



What endures is a problem

Solution times

Time

The more revealed you

The larger, farther, more

Revealed in you

Your timeTo enlighten is to be human

Not-alone

To expect in passively

Is to deceit humanity

To be a pawn

To be moved

Is to not play

The game at all,Trust me

-232-



Seven

Seven wise men of Greece

Seven sages

Seven wise masters of bias

And thales

Folded their loveVims together

Yawned their way through

The fakery of chasms

But I love

So can I be

Breezed through

Your screens

For seven months is long andInnocence is really

Inner sense

And I love seven months

Of bone of my bone

And flesh of her flesh

(love thy be kind)

-233-



Tomorrow

I can

Breathe- in poetry

through the architecture

of any absence-

but it’s the beingness that makes me

flail-lurch-

ahead,

erecting tomorrow-

upon whose yesterdays-

I stand—

-234-



Swept Away

Listen: you plant a seed-

desiring secretly-

for its dearth, penury,

(you can’t tender it)though it feeds on my thoughts rains-

you breeze by-

to take another aim,

but you’re a cluster of dead leaves-

(in my dreams)

-by then-

greeted by the winds of repose-and swept away--

-235-



Loss

With the loss of avalon-

I lost my love,

my only friend and companion-the “backs” gnawed

like worms through

our shared dreams and reflections-

I’ll tie up death though,

in revenge-

in mutiny-

in a shout-

to direct every mirror, lizard and taint-

and draw Sodom

into the river of disease-

into where echoes of existence-

are faintly wounds-

of my witness—

-236-



You

Its so much easier to think-

about you,

to conjure you-

your wings-absently present,

my wondering root,your voice a rippling assurance-

or silence, lest it misleads,

and when you encourage me,

into your weave-

you’re like a woman in love,unself-conscious-

a miracle of giving-

I never know if it’s their echo:“We love him.”

-or if it’s just you-

-237-



She, By Any Other Name

I don’t want to think about her-

I love her,

don’t want this love-

to ever freeze itself over-

in any space-or-time,

I secretly pretend she has too many flaws anyways-

this way,

I don’t allow myself-

to ever be disappointed in my love-

see: my love is about keeping me in love-

with love-

forever—

in the small eyes of my body-

the great shores of my soul,

-238-



Captured

Love explained-

Is loved rested-In seams-

Into the fabric of-

anything loose, apparent- unseen,

it’s a crest of sighs-

of content-

in everything-

that’s otherly-

than yourself,

it’s a tremble-

for something that-

may go missing,

but the proof keeps drifting-

back upon-

its release-ensnared,

-239-



3-Days-to-Eden

S u n

U leave the skies,

when I’m never-gone-dead,

for three exclusive days,

I keep you inside

my safe,

blindfolded-

run

like hell,

over the waters,where,

I teach myself,

how to swim,

over where-

you come

bringing Sirius-

like a gift,

-240-



over where-

a kiss hangs in the air,

over the trees,

where I can dance-like a snake-

-241-



Worlds Without End

I wanna feel my baby-

in-your-cradle, pendant-in-the-womb.

a-matrix-of-

worlds-without-end-

I wanna feel my peeshie-

hands-and-lips-on

your-belly,

wanna hear my baby-

whisper: (this, that, all,one, Om, began…

I wanna make-

love to you-

I mean, make love to you-

I mean, hands on your-

belly-

and make love-

like we just began,

(I mean, I love you-

(I mean, its so pretty-

-242-



Knot

Oh, I felt the pairing-

fancies of agreeing,

their doubts to

one mate streaming,will the parent be-

in grieving

and the nature of-

one-gait,

why the sadness

in her rising,!will the mind sink

or bloom in this

own losing?

and above all-

will the sober-

musingsturn the usual”

“king of the world here reigning”

or: grief and mourn-and then-

more seeing-

knot-

-243-



The Crossing

(The crossing is-

at 45 degrees,

continuous-

endless,

spiral,of movements,

I make in time-and-space,

Which lead-into-you,

“you are all dressed in red”

“Oh, that really hurts!!”

and this horrendous fear-

“it can’t be mine”“I am endless!!”

we walk upon the moon-it hovers early morning-

straight above my head-

“no one notices!!”

your talk is riddles-

far-see, the creation language is-

my body explodes-you shriek-

and jump in pieces-

-244-



I complain endlessly to the ghost of the world-

Which is me-

And I want to smash him-

around for this neglect-

but the neglect is (you)

three doors down-vertical hours-

you enter–but,I’m scathed,

thru,

-245-



Bedlam

No postcards from bedlam-

(dependant)

no-indirectness-be,one-more-love,

I can’t have,one more child,

I can’t see free,

I wish you were here,

but bedlam,

is like a tired-ominous-scene,you have to:

follow this and-

that,

and the citizens,

are plainly speaking:freaks,

who wouldn’t treat-

-246-



a minor rash-

(I wish you were here-

-but somethings,

I can’t see-

free,

-247-



Approval of the Poor

My thoughts,

build dreams,

that surround buildings,

which are built,(By morning,

the night is in-

the floor,

that I’m not in-

on every door-

there’s a sign-

that reads: the world,

the tendency is-to keep that space-

more and more,the rule is-

to keep any door-

clean:

you must enter and

exit on the same

-248-



floor-

to do this

the least:

you have to have been approved-

by the poor,they shall exist around and on every floor-

to remind you that you once

existed,

and-

had,

no more—

-249-



Echo

You and I

Been so utterly alone

For some all time

That we worship love alone-

As if an invention-

Through which-

Saved are even Gods-Above,

You and I know:

Ours-

Alone,You and I know:

Ours is love-

Abode,And soon this frost-

Bites into moors

And Marshes,

Soon one

Saunters onward

With hands in-

Pocket

Soon,

-250-



Slumber

Is sum mountains

Of pleasure,

Soon, lone is caved-

Loves’ roar-Echo-

Heard,

Measure-in-

By-mea

Sure!

-251-



Found

The finished alonenessLike a surrender comes

Thoughts like sparrows

Fly in concentric wavesTense, but gentle with secret

Approving

-knowing the root of all things

is tenacious and strong

though the leaves stretch

a million poses

resilient as many springs

the seeds shoot through

same foundation

sap from same creek and though the eyes of Iomay be upon me

searching with the softest lure

enticeonly when the aloneness

comes

I know I amFound

-252-



Secret

I’m back in the 1990’s,

and there are others

here too-

fighting for the-

future,

the-always-battlesof good-and-evil,

But we have had the days-

and are benevolent winners,to begin-

and we love)

which makes ita-circle

which-makes-the-

losers,

secretly-very-happy,

too,

Oh, secret losers.

-253-



Three

-May be I shall have better lives,

but this one’s been a multi-hell bus-trainride

and I’m still not

free

that’s why I always look

forward to lives and not

with these

princesses or queens,

An ordinary woman, one

who doesn’t have million

agendasand one of them

is me-

-254-



Two Pages

He page is always-

6 by 9-7 is where (gods’)sit,

8 is where I am in and out-

9 is where I shivered-like hell,

my right eye has always been

needing cain-

my left eye is abled-

the two universes can’t really-really meet,

but for one, who’s always flat,

but for one who is always flat-

but for one who is always flat-and there’s not always love in “your” eyes,

but I’m her heart-and there’s love-

and a lot of depth to that--

-255-



Whereroots

(This mood-

obeys,

tempers midway,into-

abstracted,

bemused-(this mood,

painstakingly,

disentangles-

withdraws,

-remembrance

of things

“menacing dues,”(this mood,

estranged from-seem.

-256-



love

w

h

e

r

e

roots,

-257-



Darklands

She comes when she comes-

and the darklands,

Will bow to their maker-

(I am his name)

And though Neda is –

-may not be our angel-

(She isn’t Mary)

They can bow to

the martyred Hussein-

reborning there,

and though I send my Lucifer-as myself-Muhammad

( he shall write my words down)

Go-run

-258-



but adds his imperfections,

for there-

they are back-after-back,

and though they don’t ever want women-

made into perfection-

both Neda and Lucifer-

are raised-

by Mary-who-is

made-

conjured upon-

as- perfection-

-259-



Possibilities

A will to

tragedy-

doesn’t exist,though each leaf,

dreams a different-tune,the garden is joined-

to the attunement-of one string,

pitched by infinite living gods,who- -serve their time-and-

spaces

under the possibility: “there is good”-every step you take-

in this world,

must ultimately fit within:

that one rule-(trust me

-260-



Point-54-1/2

A different reality-

co-existed until today-

in that version,

I don’t even recognize myself-

though I’m born in that very same year,I seemed different to myself-

Which why he living gods-

from long into the future-

had to come “here” to tie-

a ribbon around their-

stem-

and though its good to see oneself well-

there,

I’m still alarmed by the invariableness-

that exists-

here-forever isn’t met yet,

I have to gaze at the bars-some can’t root out the colors-

of their olden whereabouts,-

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So listen: if you nay any command of any god-

in any space-and-time,

the light of being-

must leave your sprout,until you’re left-

a stone,

until eternal is my-

home,

until upon-

your cradle-

sleeps a dead-star,

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Mary(Eve)

If you don’t bow to Mary-

you shall meet our swords,she is your cup-and through her is our-

mo’re-,,

she carries my flesh-

your cradle,

she is Sirius-

you are the following constellations-

she is who-

-creates and spins lovein-and-our of shores-

she harbors,

she glows-

so the rest can find their way home-

she is Mona Lisa-the smile you couldn’t quite

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make out- but now know-

I painted her-so you always remember-

your source,

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Can’t Meet Again…

I feel the pangs of love-

though we haven’t really met,except in dreams-

except her in forms only sap can seam,

and we haven’t kissed yet,

except in soaring recollectionsof all that’s been,

and there’s no moving with her now,

the doors she comes through--fasten her away from us-in begrudging,

screen,“you mustn’t be loved god!”

“why!”

“because love doesn’t approve-

of her being its queen.”

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“Does love approve of being suspended in one

stream?”

“No-love needs no bounds, king.”

“Then let love pursue where love leads- be it a vast flowering-or a shade in the trees.”

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Caesers and Gold

Mother courages

And their dominionsThe priests and the ceptorsAgreed: benevolent-

Toothless-Caesers were on-their ways-

Carrying bearing presents-

For the natives who-

Were perhaps their-

Mothers (no one knew-Except the mothers who-

Kept secrets as if the-

End of the world-

Had been coming,

And gone in their-

Lives,

Several lives of-

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Bedlam un-interruptedChildren-unborn

Unmet, mates-

Uninvited-

So forth,

(the Caesers born to the-

Wolves (mothers-in-Disguise (were-

Invited though-

Invited-as-greed--armored-

Over-flesh-disguised-as-

Go,

(and I was there, for the ride,

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Titanics

(The new planets of-Titan

In march

alignment with,

August,and corona

May,

(tis next 200 years-

said,

to bring women:

cosmic

poetic- bosoms,-and all children-

A peculiar:

smiling

health,which secretly said:

to concert-

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perplexing neutrinos,

Hubble spaces-

of vertical-

giddiness, even-

giggles,

(planted on every-little-child’s-

forehead,

(and no fears of-

being bitten-

by the Greater or-

Lesser Bears,

Vow!(Welcome back Titanics

and you been,

so very, very-late,

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Sameness

Same-Same

It isn’t love-but the suits aren’t always-

What’s within-

Some women will be born as men-

Some men as women,

This grants their inside-wishes,

And not all hosts can adjust that quick, what

appears as a man,

May be a newly born woman,

(Some bowls are inverted)

It’s a neglect to forbid-same-sex-love,

It’s a lie to announce them:

union-dead,

Only that I can’t be in love-

With my own spring,

Only that you-

Are not always what you seem,

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Only that god is a man-

And woman was created in clay-

Out of him,

Only that our love has no bounds-But it empowers-

the womankind only-

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Can’t Meet Again…

I loved you -

when you carefully revealed:

you’re the one I’m married to- 50 years on or so-

In Africa,

When, right before falling sleep-whispered of your plans for that one day-

And when you looked at me-

As though we were already in love somewhere,

And I know I haven’t thrown any

arrows at your heart- but gaze at the

places yours struck-

Night before night,

Day after day,

In cluster of sighs,-

with palms held up high-

in tiny movement

that offer no escape---

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Someday

Someday there shall be one chant-

in unison, in one voice;

“There is no ghost but the holy spirit,

That there are no angels but Mary’s-And there shall be no doors ever opened-

but for those faithful, and in love with our maker.”

From crickets to beasts and men-

from the hum in the trees,

to the scents of unliving,

the truth must-surrender, to

theforever,

in thine

voices,

(trust me,

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Change

Change in the spirit-

the ghost of the world,

change 2 the body-

after love’s-

adored,

change in the waves-change in the currents,

change in the Sahara-

where thine please-

helps more--

change for tomorrow-for your yesterday’s

become the sap-that keeps-us-so-assured,

change for the virgin,

change for your crosses-which await us, upon every shore,

change for eternity-for your bodies-

lest any’s more forlorn-

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“change; for thus--

nothing makes us-

any happier-

than the glory-

of god--

upon every

door”--

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She Breezed Out…

Oh, how IMourn an

Empty heart,Its vacated by

Her steps

Her fingertipsIts not exactly

A loss —

I can quickly summon her

voice in my ears,

Its that she breezed out,

And even the wind,Can’t replace her, now,

“or may the loss-

be that though she’d try to

disappoint in some newly way, she’d never succeed at that”

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JesusChronicles

(Everything is-

Exists-(Anything is God-

(There, here-within-

(However small, large-

-shaped or invented-

Anew-

1

(The creation of all-Is love-

Restored- Tru,(The love of God-

Is then-

(That one is all-

2

(And love is me and-

You-

(Trust him,

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Pamela

I’m dying to explain-

my love for you-

Its unredeemed,

unknowable-

unrequited--

thus-our-love,

been-like-

the eyes of togetherness-who can’t quite see

how far-

their souls been torn apart-

at the foot--could we have mended

the- in-betweenness,

of your thereness-

and us-

here-

for-love?

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I only know it’s so easier for you-

to get under my skin--

than for me, to see-

the-miracles-

in you,

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Boud(was)

In every tiny

Movement-We make,

There is a concern-

Hidden,

Undisclosed,

And made assured

Only when enclosure

Has wrapped

Itself-

Into boud( was)

And boudan(has been)

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Kevin

“Its the

Writing on the

Wall that builds it-

And though I can get up

Each morning, to read the writings-

I can’t avoid putting the bricks, Up

the wall, exactly as its read ”

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Africa, Africa

An object of love,

Is any object you give-Credit to,

About any good-That happens,So, avalon shall be our

Wife in Africa

Knowing, it’ll bring 200’s years

Of fertility to the soil-

And the-

People of our lands,

And knowing that whatBrings-

This to you Africa

Is our love— Unmateched,

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Free Will

The able strings will hold my womb

In African lands,I’ve already told her-

I shall be raised with little restraint-

The cains strings will stand around the-

milky way-

As dad-

They will whisper-

What I’ve repeated to them-

Myself-

They all naturally bring what their scents carry

best-

I shall naturally excel in that collected strength-

And eve will be my partner-

they all come from her apron-wall,and everyone sits on my body-

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my face is the map of the world-

and you can call it all:

the empires of the ray-

but I always call it-

mine,

“and why will I be born in Africa?”

Because they wish it-

And it turns into my will--because, its good-

And Because-Goodwill-

Plants,

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The Beautiful Immortals

I love you as much as one can-

love any, who’s given the

best gifts 2 our lives-

and I love you for all the pretty hours-

that you spend--

but you breeze in, always,

to breeze out,

as though immortality is-

your conscience’s flaw-

as though-lest love-be reduced

by its desire,

but as though,

love be a flower,

that wilts,

and immortal

means its waste--

still: I can’t ever confirm your--eyes of abandon-are-eyes-of-neglect,

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Raised

The moment you love-

You want to raise your object of-

Love-Its only called-

Worship,

When that object is-

Us--

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Dreams

The ocean,Where all rivers-

Run through-

Is the planes-of-dreams,

You dream of your rivers-Dream of the ocean-

And dream of-

thee, how-Deep your dreams?

Depends on how-Often you worship-

How often you recall-The names-of-me,

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MotherNature

Its comes from food-its

Created by me-first-

By existing,

And I’m its mind-

And our heart is twined-

For safekeeping-

She is sole,Meaning you are her legs-

She is the food you take in-

All the sap-In the world-

Has to flow in and-

Of-

Her,

She is the one dark square-

In three-

I am t-o-o light squares-

Behind her,

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Without the three confirmation-

Nothing goes through-

And those who nay, the light will-

Leave them--

And comes back home-To (me)

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Kevin-2

“I had to read the-

Writings-

On the wall,But put up the-bricks-up-

ahead,Meaning: the ink-

Doesn’t write itself-

And- it- all-

Needs-

A pen —“

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Fates

No one can match your--

Enthusiasm for yourself,

If your body-Isn’t covered by your spirit,

You will suffer – In a silence-

That’s louder-

Than any shout-

That may hinder your fates,

And my fate will suffer too, as a –

Consequence of any suffering,

anywhere within and around-our- names--(Trust me,

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Point-54-3/4

There are a lot of-

Tomorrows left,

And I carry the time-

Fast or slow-

I decide notalone-The haste-

Has left-

The world that-

Had to be hurried-

Through-in its making,

Lest you be stranded-

In existing- whereness-That doesn’t belong-

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Everything

Everything I look-

At is--

Constantly talking back-

To me,

Everyone wants the redeemer-To bring kindness-

Back to him,

“But my kindness shall not-

Depart,

From you,

Nor shall my covenant-

Of-peace-be-removed”— (trust me,

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10

My heart , my mind-

Sister’s maid-My sap-on able’s nails-

If you’re not out of doors:

Faithful,

But for gods-ghosts celibate-

If not obedient to your origin,

Its my fault-I take the blame-

I pay by the skin of my skin-by the bread of my

body-By the light of my soul-

Until the changes are made-

This world is no more-

Than a (fable)

To fools told,

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9

There is often a stairway-

You climb-

Her shadow sits at the end-

She’s never really there,

Because my heart is much like a cage-she’s got nothing to put in,

she breezed in once-

but never been there since-

meanwhile her perfect voice-

perfect fingertips-

linger, and-

I’ve got nothing else-

To replace them with--

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Strain

I’ll read the poems-

I’ve written about her there-

Its a strain-To sit and wait,

But there a million-

Words left to say-

And galleries-

Filled with paintings of here-

“what went-on-

What’s-in-store-

Everywhere-and-then.”-and I can’t say-

I’m waiting-

To go anywhere yet,”

But: who’s-

Go to go and make-the-vessel-

Out-

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Of-the-clay!

in-the-evening

Of the potters-day,

after the arrival of-

The queen-Before sundown-

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Spiral

Everything spirals in now-

The tribes wait in-

The shades, in the dark-

I’m caught in betweenness-

Of the arrival,And therelessness-

Of hers,

its brevity,

The courtship of a breeze-

In the making of the forest-

Of the love that-

Holds thee-

After-The sun’s-

Left,

When the sun’s sons-

Become our daughters-

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Shall

Our house-Is an inexpensive place-

We’ll look for better spaces-

But our house was built on top-

Of mountains, exalted, and people-

Flow to it, as you read this to me,

There is nothing else, greater than us-

Now around Eden, after ten, into the nine,

And eight’s struck here now, after all clocksTurned backward, after the oracles-

Before you

came after,

me,

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9

She is Not I…

Its not just love,its brimmed with-

something else-

its a lot like reaching

(and not-finding),

because thereabout-

you’re what’s in-

and not finding yourself-

there,is too life,

she is not I-

the gift she bears for me-

“is that she is not I”—

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