I met Jesus As a teenager
Yes a real Jesus
Face to face
Mind in mind
In juvenile hall.
He admitted to
Defending an innocent
With his fists, confessed
That he needed to better learn
How to turn the other hemisphere
He sits with long hair
ultra white teeth
Against olive skin.
Growing from the center of his chin
The beginning of a beard,
Hints of becoming a physical man.
His energy filled the room,
Embraced me with goodness,
Truth and humor
His hands danced in unison
With words, those fingers
Wrapping around eternity
Felt the pull and spin
Of the earth’s rotation, his eyes,
The core and axis, felt
My life in his hands
adolescent flesh and flame
Being one with his emptiness.
2007
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
THE DAWN ADVANCING
The dawn advances
On a dream
As my wheels turn
Speeding down an
Empty 3 A.M. street
In San Francisco
All alone
For the solitary lone-
liness and joy
Travel brings.
2009
On a dream
As my wheels turn
Speeding down an
Empty 3 A.M. street
In San Francisco
All alone
For the solitary lone-
liness and joy
Travel brings.
2009
THE ENDLESS DEPTH OF STARS
There is an Africa
Which possesses me—
Which lives on the inside of
My world view—
The fine leaf intricate,
Invisible creatures seen,
A brief waterfall
After the rain, the
Temporary rivers
Releasing the dust
For the evening offering
Of dusk—prelude
To the surface of sky
And the endless depth of stars.
2009
Which possesses me—
Which lives on the inside of
My world view—
The fine leaf intricate,
Invisible creatures seen,
A brief waterfall
After the rain, the
Temporary rivers
Releasing the dust
For the evening offering
Of dusk—prelude
To the surface of sky
And the endless depth of stars.
2009
THERE IS A JANUARY
There is a January
That won’t go away
A ceiling of clouds
Grey and misty.
I standby on the ground
Like in a room.
The sun enters
The windows all golden.
My joy turns yellow orange
The grass no longer green
On the land
I thought
I owned.
2009
That won’t go away
A ceiling of clouds
Grey and misty.
I standby on the ground
Like in a room.
The sun enters
The windows all golden.
My joy turns yellow orange
The grass no longer green
On the land
I thought
I owned.
2009
WITHOUT HIM IN THE VISIBLE WORLD
At the San Diego Airport
On the other side
Of the fence from where
I was in 1975 when
My brother graduated
From M.C.R. D.
As a United States Marine.
Never thought I would be
Standing where I am
Without him in the visible world.
2009
On the other side
Of the fence from where
I was in 1975 when
My brother graduated
From M.C.R. D.
As a United States Marine.
Never thought I would be
Standing where I am
Without him in the visible world.
2009
A PHOTO BECOMES A SKETCH
A family photo taken
In this one nothing hidden
Bruises show in the negative
Make-up cannot hide their eyes
Dueling colors contrast
Her black and blue
His blood shot red
With two kids on either side
Muted smiles on painted faces
Like well decorated bookends
Holding secret histories.
2009
In this one nothing hidden
Bruises show in the negative
Make-up cannot hide their eyes
Dueling colors contrast
Her black and blue
His blood shot red
With two kids on either side
Muted smiles on painted faces
Like well decorated bookends
Holding secret histories.
2009
Monday, October 18, 2010
AUTUMN INVITES WINTER IN
Fog kisses the ends of the bridge.
Birds waffle on the water’s edge.
Palms stand unstill in the wind.
Grass once green now brown
(Autumn invites winter in)
As water ripples shift
Mirroring endless skies.
2009
Birds waffle on the water’s edge.
Palms stand unstill in the wind.
Grass once green now brown
(Autumn invites winter in)
As water ripples shift
Mirroring endless skies.
2009
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL DAYS
“Smear the queer”
on the open field—
cream whoever has
the ball—
Played at eleven different
Elementary schools.
During recess,
I was
Commanding General of the second
And third grades.
So much power
For such a little frame.
1992
on the open field—
cream whoever has
the ball—
Played at eleven different
Elementary schools.
During recess,
I was
Commanding General of the second
And third grades.
So much power
For such a little frame.
1992
A PHOTOGRAPH: THE FLYING BOY
On Prainha Beach, in Rio
Years ago, among sand people
And sun gods,
Papa flings me with mighty arms
Into sky.
A new vista of him, of world:
Open arms, nearly nude, he waits
Underneath my flapping outstretched
Wings,
Sings “smile son or you’ll bite
Your tongue.”
I feel all wind, and all of him
Will my body to suspend.
1993
Years ago, among sand people
And sun gods,
Papa flings me with mighty arms
Into sky.
A new vista of him, of world:
Open arms, nearly nude, he waits
Underneath my flapping outstretched
Wings,
Sings “smile son or you’ll bite
Your tongue.”
I feel all wind, and all of him
Will my body to suspend.
1993
Sunday, February 21, 2010
A KIND REMINDER
At the final
hour of day,
you place
the delicate
daises
on the hardwood
table
for the sake of joy
and a kind reminder
to an otherwise
temporary life.
2008
hour of day,
you place
the delicate
daises
on the hardwood
table
for the sake of joy
and a kind reminder
to an otherwise
temporary life.
2008
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
ROBUST CLUSTERS
Thank you W.W.
for the inspiration
and breadth of what
a poet needs to be
in order to expand
the capacity of vision
and skills enough to discover
a reason to breathe and leave
all else behind for the beloved
In the open air
In the atoms of other travelers
In the robust embraces
of every single stranger.
2008
for the inspiration
and breadth of what
a poet needs to be
in order to expand
the capacity of vision
and skills enough to discover
a reason to breathe and leave
all else behind for the beloved
In the open air
In the atoms of other travelers
In the robust embraces
of every single stranger.
2008
Sunday, February 14, 2010
WITH JUST ENOUGH SPACE
Now my age
when i was born
my daughter
completely fifteen.
So many levels
to awareness
each age begs
awakening and
like human births
every exit and entrance
arrives with surprise.
All along the way,
my birthday girl,
stay open to moments
even though they close
when you don't want.
Pay attention--
the gaps in between
will reveal
what is needed and
prepare your living's
own unfolding.
2008
when i was born
my daughter
completely fifteen.
So many levels
to awareness
each age begs
awakening and
like human births
every exit and entrance
arrives with surprise.
All along the way,
my birthday girl,
stay open to moments
even though they close
when you don't want.
Pay attention--
the gaps in between
will reveal
what is needed and
prepare your living's
own unfolding.
2008
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