Saturday, October 21, 2017

in lamantia
it is all there you told me

so i read
lamantia and felt nothing

read his
poems again then looking

but when
you passed away this fall

i read
lamantia again and this time

i saw
when you're missing someone

then lamantia
is crystal clear and piercing

lamantia writing
to every broken heart ever was

lamantia writing
to every searcher who cant stop searching


for Latif

Friday, October 20, 2017

you don't wake her
she's sleeping
a sacred image

a woman can
sleep that way
every curve

every joint
how her
hair lays

to a man

excitement of seeing
someone new
how would that be?

a pleasant restaurant
four thirty on a wednesday
as nice as you like

the line between
a good impression
or silly disaster

looking in a mirror
am i older and
does it matter

should one bring
a sassy rose
in the teeth

a note describing
the flights and
fancies of birds

or a suede jacket
like a hipster
fed on wisdom

no nothing
will do only
a shy face

or better
a smile
and hello!


my garden
the earth getting darker
with the rain and the coming
of autumn

so many trees
all explosive colors
giving up leaves
in swarms

in the high desert
a perfect golden morning
she sleeps perfectly
the day warm at dawn but not hot
the white sheets pushed half aside
there's a golden fuzz on her skin
you can only see it just after
the sun rises and she sleeps

dreams a torrent of dreams
10,000 waterfalls memorized by the subconscious
and every drop and spray of each
and every rock


Monday, October 16, 2017

you admire in yourself
how so many love you
making you feel secretly proud
i just one of the chorus
you let me be devoted
for you to feel exalted

given over
to this temporary power
higher than death on it
more glad than the sun or stars
brighter and more alluring
than the moon

you grew tired of me
of my hands of my words
of my face of my body
longing increased
anger and fear too
then only yourself to you

but when it is dark
i am the one you left behind
i am the one you aren't thinking of
you can go with as many lovers
i'll still be on your mind
i am the one you left behind

so speaks the withering ego
relentless like a wound mechanism
like a wounded abomination

to be free of such sentiments
freedom itself without any limits
wide as the sky without any ending

even pat-a-cake and kisses
have the essence of redemption
not even separate from other forms


Thursday, October 12, 2017

if i could live forever/ all my friends would get old and die

if i could live forever
all my friends would get old and die
before i noticed

if i was going to live forever
i'd never love you
the way i do

i'd be unmoved by fires and floods
suffering and lonliness
night or day

but i'm getting older and i can't stop
my loved ones aging like me
hard not to see this

i'm rounding each year after year
you are somewhere else
i am here

now towns burn and cities sink
breaking hearts further because
we only have each other

the selfish face the night and curse
that dark is coming
like an unstoppable tide

the heart can make bliss out of nothing
even if we have nothing
after we wasted our gifts

it all starts with the salvation
of leaving the crushing of ego
helping those in need

reclamation of self is never too late
if one looks to be kind to others
and help any way they can

then through this you will find the self
is not what you thought it was
by letting it go


Tuesday, October 03, 2017

Poem: and there's / so much love

i let go
and its
all right
and i keep
letting go

after i
grab on
i remember
i let go

i worried
wasn't true
or what
i thought
it was

and there's
so much love
as much
as light
as much
as rain
in every thing

when i stop
and surrender
time goes
and i'm
back in the
now loving
and its OK

it doesn't
what i
got or
what i think
i lost

all that
matters is
i'm here
in the now
ready to love
some more


for heather

Friday, September 29, 2017

for most
words become too important
if typed up

then we
punch at them
like the empty things
they are

there were
poets who wanted to live
only for writing
to be able to have
the words

and knew
poverty would

oh to see the world
and live only for poetry

every writing
more precious

than amber
than pearls
or carbuncles

Thursday, September 28, 2017


i have not seen you for at least 3 years
might be more than that

today i looked at a picture i have of you
for the first time in all those years

i had deliberately not looked
at any pictures

i didn't know what would happen
would i go crazy would i be angry

i felt very little

i was surprised because i recognized you
at the same time your face was like that of a stranger

i did not see the person
i remember in the photograph

i am not the person who loved you

i have a pair of jeans that were brand new
when i met you and we were together

they are falling apart now and patched
still my favorite but all worn out



Tuesday, September 26, 2017

For Richard

his eyes are clear
he suffers no fools
but he is kind as well
surprise the light of
unexpected ways

he'd do a kind thing
not to be caught
and smile to himself
joy unchained

open yet deep
at times so deep
knowable like
a quiet space
favorite place

he moves gracefully
if he is on the lake
he was the water
the sky

his eyes are blue
the feeling of lightening
just before or after
a storm

you do not see him
in one place
he is everywhere


For Richard

Saturday, September 23, 2017

never separated

my lack of discipline
i call motivating ego

my hypocrisy i call
natural contradictions

it all breaths fear
of what will happen next

i am the cause of my own
actions and selfishness

i can stay this way
or i am free to change

i can through action
reveal a higher perception

no longer blame
you or others for failings

i can be diligent
devoted and tolerant

and even find that
i have been never separated

from my faith

Sunday, September 03, 2017

45th Ave @ William Blake Road

oh if you think you're a person
then i am a glass of water
five miles tall
glowing neon at night

oh if you are a person
i am an intelligent kite
that flies within
an owl made of tractors

oh bright day
without any personality
fingers or anything
at all


for Jñana
i'm glad you judged me harshly
i'm glad you condemned me
i'm glad you think i'm defective

because now

i get to practice unrequested kindness
i get to love without expectations
and be compassionate when no one is

i'll never be rid of my old tired ideas
or challenge myself unless i have you

... saying you're more virtuous than me

i'll never be rid of my old tired ideas
or challenge myself unless i have you

... saying you are more trustworthy than me

i'll never be rid of my old tired ideas
or challenge myself unless i have you

... saying you are more honest than me

so thank you

Monday, August 28, 2017

world after world in dreams
each one with a history
full of people laughing and crying

part of every one
without pause
every notion of yourself


Saturday, August 26, 2017

after you
and lay on the bed

in dream content

did you
of staying with me

alas you
of other men


Wednesday, August 23, 2017

on this day we are like spun sugar cotton candy

"Who did you decide to become this time?
  Wow! That is neat!"
               -- Samantabhadra

on this day we are like spun sugar cotton candy
in the penetrating sun all bright and light
we are like dancing kites balloons
zooming like larks zooming like the light

on this day we are all samely successful
becoming who we are and unbecoming it
just dropping it later in the end like
an old pair of pants or threadbare excuse

to drop all like a shell like a battle like
a saddle like a leaky boat like an old shoe
not needed for anything now used into
the endlessness of a view that is beyond

home again in the beginningless beginning
and to be in it like this oh heaven
you might consult and decide to come back
if you could be of some help or of some joy


For Latif

Sunday, August 20, 2017

he's looking out the window
occasionally laughing and smiling
at the endlessness of it and the beauty
while i'd be wondering why
it had to rain today of all days

he has deathlessness in his eyes
in his smile in his hands in his face
in his walk in his clothes in his cup
in his shoes in these memories
i hear crickets tonight


for Tesdrup Tharchin

Saturday, August 19, 2017

i have a million stars

i have a million stars
in my mind as i walk a country road
i'm treading over fields of forever
vineyard noisemakers like cannons
boom boom boom

how can stars
and beings made from star dust
not ever think of one another
and birds flying up some
to other solar systems
if you said



on what might be possible / or what we feel is impossible

on what might be possible
or what we feel is impossible
what we feel is closed or open
or a relationship lost or found
we know nothing

knowing we know so little
of this be encouraged
expect good news
embrace everything
keep your heart open
and life will knock the rust
off mental hinges

and doors
will be blown open and you
can embrace a bigger heart
a wild bright love
will come your way
and you will catch your breath
and be alive and not transform
into a quiet ball of lead

there's no order
to the shakeup of an old life
staid dread certainty

old abuse falls and
because we are love
love finds us


Monday, August 07, 2017

grand illusion

it rains
i play the accordion
i walk the unpaved road
people stop on their way to the lake
they roll down their windows
they smile and ask me to play happy birthday

i play
i'm playing my dreams
playing into the past into the future
i'm not here in the body or this instrument
there's no afternoon or road or gently falling rain
no happy birthday tune no people enjoying the song

we're all
discovering over
and over again a grand illusion
one that is as amazing as it is heartbreaking
loving it is like an afternoon with gently falling rain
on a road with mysterious persons meeting and parting


Eagle Lake
Late Summer 2017

Sunday, August 06, 2017

i don't understand / but i know it is fine

                       -- August 6

i don't understand
but i know it is fine

my whole life
has been this way

when i was little
i could not make it wrong

with thinking
excusing or whatever

i have to keep
remembering how simple

how totally
wonderful everything is

because every time
you see something again

it is a new object
and you have different eyes

this means
you and i are loved

this means
you and i are free

we have
always been so always will


for Tesdrup Tharchin
... everything you taught me

Wednesday, August 02, 2017

it was the same thing
but i could not remember what it was

as unforgettable as a peacock's plumes
or the funniest joke you've ever heard

i resorted to turning into an ocean
dotted with islands

the moon rose and i closed
my dream eyes

i never knew either of you
i remember a toddler who played with ducks
now a grown teenager
a bit older than my daughter

you mug with a pipe she smiles
the kid between the two of you
and he looks happy and
both of you look happy too

judgement of others the invisible guillotine
a phantom firing squad
a cruel decider
you say you do not know

no worried mind
all things on time
keeping one's intention
sharp awake and fair

bright and light
quick is the view
opposite to dark

Friday, July 28, 2017

bright was she made / look how she goes

bright was she made
look how she goes
work to stage to life

tilt of the head
sweep of the bow
fingers fly over frets

seeing her move
in her particular way
calmly finely and unafraid


Thursday, July 27, 2017

camptown races five miles long

no feeling ever stays
no idea persists for all time
no street home or yard

triumphant jobs
awards and trophies
symbols of superiority

bright here and gone
like the sweep of a searchlight
lit shapes come and go

all spurred on with a
magnificent urgency

one like a thunderclap
a glittering fountain

attention shifts
the beam is elsewhere

all merging back into one
one is empty like the sun
unbearably bright with no ego


45th avenue and park st.

with some kind of longing
i watched the fingernail
of a moon

what the yearning
measured or means
i do not know

my mind
revealed the feeling
then closed a door

this happens
to all of us
more than you can count

i overwhelmed
this random melancholy
with a thought of you

sharing the same dusk
seeing this thin moon
rising up

beguiled now by
the silhouette of trees
and eves

the random flight
of birds going home
for the night

a simple happiness
beguiled now
with a thought of you



Tuesday, July 25, 2017

After living in Minnesota for a full year, this is what I know:

Weather forecasters don't have the any idea what the weather will be like in 24 hours. They can't reliably forecast what the weather will be like 12 hours from now. Seldom does the weather forecast match what is happening at any given moment. I think the only reason why Minnesota has weather forecasters because the rest of the country has them.

It is like that with vegetarians and vegans. There's some in Minnesota because they've heard of the concept of eating no meat, or they moved here from Oregon or California and they're holding on by a thread. Meat to a Minnesotan is a logical as a nice ice house.

Surfing? Never heard of it, but people like fishing here so much, they fish every day. When they catch a big fish, they measure it, take a selfie with the fish, and then let it go so they can catch it again.


Monday, July 24, 2017

35th avenue southwest

sound but
no measurement

no contrasting
pure feeling

from like
being in the womb

before you were born

when there
were no concepts

and there was
no separation from love

your can't remember
but occasionally

you'll feel
that feeling


16th and columbo st.

poem in living
because of poems
lines of remembering

how the wind sighed
and fluttered roses
the night perfect
a moon bright

memory verses
every detail exquisite
heightened by another
who lingered that night
as happily as you did

history was stopped
clock hands unmoored
only the breath

measured rapture
one breath for one letter
one sign

Friday, July 21, 2017

fam sanders

a one
ton slab
his mustache
like a crescent
moon on a body
petrified like wood

petrified like wood
moon on a body
like a crescent
his mustache
ton slab
a one


parm jolo

god save me from my self
i should gaze
on a pleasant inviting thing
as often as daily yet never go and see

say a pink church
far off in fields
that glows so pleasingly at dawn or sunset
yet never did i go to be a part of

to walk in the gardens
or kneel at a service
rather stayed aloof observing like a camera
or a mind unmoved by beauty


Thursday, July 20, 2017

kilke martin

in your willful ignorance who knows
what angels you are troubling

oh help them

tread light in the morning
tread light at night


john crumbles

it started to rain
i was not aware
i was waiting
for the rain to begin

now that it continues
the rain is amazing
millions of drops
falling and breaking

a trillion atoms
swimming teeming
shining moving

coming together
falling apart

no barring it

nothing unknown
to anything else


a simmering anger / where i come from

a simmering anger
where i come from
muted rage
held for generations
forged into some
flawed totem of
stoic resolve

rancor i was
born into offers
none of the thought
or reason a stoic
aspires towards
to have happiness

just a keen
mortal peevishness
hidden under
the rituals
of getting by

unquenchable rage
at getting old
and knowing nothing
of real comfort

i have escaped this
generational hell
i look back at it
after the fact
not in anger but


it started to rain / i was not aware

it started to rain
i was not aware
i was waiting
for the rain to begin

now that it has
my mind relaxes
and many poems
are in progress

words always moving
ideas light footed muted
behind the curtains
of the subconcious
waiting for their time


how about something hopeful / whatever goes away

how about something hopeful
whatever goes away

whatever comes
at any time the least you know

this day
i am sleep thinking
i am clear and awake

the good news is
ive set enough traps asleep
to wake me even more awake


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

50 on this day
all my dreams
are here right now

i keep embracing
everything that happens
as soon as it comes

i keep letting go
of anything that goes
if it is going

one never knows
of the going and the leaving

one never knows the arrivals
until boom! arrived

it all is interesting

laugh or cry or laugh
even let that go

so thanks


July 11 2017

Sunday, July 09, 2017

i watch shooting stars
and fantastic comets from a garden
deep in the night of the self

i am in the sky and so are you
deliriously circling an immaculate
ever expressing radiance

in these forms knowing nothing
of any earthbound darkness

yet a heart in this form beats

quenchless spirits
quick like sparks

simultaneity displayed
paradoxical play


how about something hopeful then / i don't know what will happen today

how about something hopeful then
i don't know what will happen today
anything could be if i decide

from here i can imagine
infinite outcomes of different shades
each one possible with some faith

no tools are lacking
material all within easy reach
listen to what the world will tell me

i hear a bird singing happily
in the rain


how about something hopeful then / i don't know what is going on

how about something hopeful then
i don't know what is going on
i never have

i've always been wrong
if it was up to me to tell people
what sneaky things were going on

i'm a inept liar
i have a guilty conscience if i do lie
i'm one step from being the fool

honesty and humility
are my only refuge while compassion
and tolerance is my armor and shield

i watch shooting stars
and fantastic comets from a garden
deep in the night of the self


thunderstorms on and off today
i tell myself nobody owes nobody nothing

shady garden


Wednesday, July 05, 2017

when i fall asleep / i've thought of you

when i fall asleep
i've thought of you

like a constellation
somewhere up there

each point in the pattern
a glimpse i had of you by chance

in the morning it is like
i voyage to a new shore

navigating dreams
to these cardinal points


Tuesday, July 04, 2017

i saw you at the airport / you crossed my field of view

i saw you at the airport
you crossed my field of view
i noticed you twice

you had a bit of a far away look
not worried but thinking
your lips were kissable

shy i looked the other way
to find a book or magazine
you linger in my mind

i know our paths have crossed
all times we've met and remet
every time it was beautiful


Thursday, June 29, 2017

my life now

my life now
full of images

mind full of light

body in



at times
in no


like lovers


it all comes back / what my loving was

it all comes back
what my loving was

i understand when i see you
it all makes sense

i look at your face
it fits some image complete

before suspected
now bright and sharp as morning

all thoughts and hopes
scattered previously land

i remember certain ones
comprehend all of them

even those i had lost
due to sadness or grief



i fall in love with
distant mountains

i fall in love with
certain moments

i fell in love
one night
with a moon
over a white wall
and three stars
that reminded me of you

and i had not
even met you
til now


Tuesday, June 27, 2017

there are some reasons / why a woman loves a man

there are some reasons
why a woman loves a man
she will never tell him

a woman's prerogative
she loves him for things
he will never know about

though he might think
he'll never know why

he might tell her
but true love is never
fully explained


Monday, June 19, 2017

are not memories

and memories
are marks

like trails on a blackboard
that all fade

from ghostly dust

what i recall
is in error

the moon
was not as full

a kiss
was just a whim

set into other motions

from other marks

Sunday, June 18, 2017

feelings are not memories / and memories are marks

feelings are not memories
and memories are marks

like trails on a blackboard
that all fade

from ghostly dust

what i felt was invented
from a mind full
of desires

from a ego full of plans
tricks and traps

full of feelings


Saturday, June 17, 2017

corcoran / a country road

a country road
hint of rain

to a friend
about bliss


all around
wind blowing
golden hue

over farms
scatter of birds
across the view

in the now

where does
this world end
and heaven start

in equanimity
in corcoran
i do not know


Friday, June 16, 2017

on june 16 / blooms day we met

on june 16
blooms day
we met
over lunch
and i said
you should say
things in
the mirror
to show
to your
own self

i love you
i love you
i love you

then it
as we
to the car

each one
of us
with a
with drops


Monday, June 05, 2017

this poem for you

a poem for you

how we might
strive all day long
in solitude
but be unaware
of any loneliness

this means we are
well involved
in the work that
can make us closer
to others

opening our heart
to motivations
beyond hope and

a kind of
after much
hard effort

calm vision
of the gifts
that follow

this poem for you

Sunday, June 04, 2017

You will drink me
If you keep driving too fast

तिमी मलाई पिउन गर्नेछ
यदि तपाईं धेरै छिटो ड्राइभिङ राख्न

Timī malā'ī pi'una garnēcha
yadi tapā'īṁ dhērai chiṭō ḍrā'ibhiṅa rākhna

Friday, June 02, 2017

June 2

going into darkness
after maintaining high hopes

what is done
is done to one's self
through the consolations of the self

these lapses
in the aim for temporary comfort
lead to the opposite and no reprieve

the dog returns
to his own vomit the singer to his song
the wind never stops blowing as the wind


June 2

Sunday, May 28, 2017

the heart travels far / across the whole universe

the heart travels far
across the whole universe
and universes of universes

you can't catch them
break or take them
only admire how they are

you might shed a tear
if you do that is good
can make your heart better

you'll affectionately
see all the hearts around you
coming and going with this life


there's a beautiful road / on a blue sky sunny day

for Heather

there's a beautiful road
on a blue sky sunny day
wind keeps blowing
in a refreshing way

playing a symphony
of rustling trees
the curling waving
flicking sun-dappled leaves
of elms maples and pines

when i hear this song
i stop from my ride
and i wonder how such
clear loud beauty
so serene yet active
can exist

yet it does
without a single word
devoid of all thought
and having no fears
wind keeps blowing
in a refreshing way
playing a symphony

a beautiful road
on a blue sky sunny day


Medicine Lake

Thursday, May 25, 2017

i dream i am taller / and it is just a dream

i dream i am taller
and it is just a dream
this being amusing
and also irritating

laying in bed
looking at the extra
two or three feet
extended at my shins

like in charlie and the
chocolate factory
who was the kid stretched

mike tv that's me
three in the morning
with daddy long legs


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

when you live your life/ knowing you don't

when you live your life
knowing you don't
have infinite time
to go here or there

while life is sweet
but time is turning too

appreciation of place
and setting
of sentiment
or simple gesture
becomes acute


Sunday, May 21, 2017

insert time here

insert time here
in diminishing amounts

but each moment
as infinite as the last

as we move forward
the past takes on a red tinge

like from the taillights
of a car or speeding plane

as we move forward
the future is lit white

like from searchlights
from a battleship


Friday, May 19, 2017

or how / your goodness to me

my recollections
are distortions
mostly self-serving

but some
are innocent constructions

images hovering

a fondly remembered

or how
your goodness to me
will never go away


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

how could anywhere not be as nice / as the place we are now

going to a foreign country
where no one is ever unhappy
and nothing bad happens

after a few seasons
you forget what home was like
someone asks you how it was

you think it must have been nice
how could anywhere not be as nice
as the place we are now


Monday, May 15, 2017

dream factory of night

dream factory of night
on the assembly line
till 3 am

quota made

you can relax


my favorite experience / reading a poem

my favorite experience
reading a poem

the words unlocking
a door in my heart

i wasn't aware
was there


Wednesday, May 03, 2017

Poem - nothing else / matters

the trees
all the tips
every twig
and branch 
white knots 

then suddenly 
full of 

the sky 
like rose
or blue satin

i forget my 
i drive back 
to see 

white petals
and waving

the evening

nothing else


May 3rd

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Poem - who could know

let things rest gently tonight
remember you don't have to do or go anywhere
you can just sit and even stretch out

read a poem or part of a book
some music in the background if you want
free of other things you rarely stop thinking

you don't even need to do most of them all the time
most of your tasks an extension of worry
besides in a day or two it might snow

day of snow in later april
who'd know that
who could know



Saturday, April 15, 2017

no objections because
you cannot say no to it
this fond thing river of time
sometimes cold deep or slow
oftentimes rushing sparkly fast
each of us plunked into the stream

i tell stories as if i was a captain
and i had a boat but i go recklessly
from swirl to swirl just like a leaf
no objections because this is life
made so sweet because
of such uncertainty and wonder


Out in Osseo

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

i look at my mind
who i reason i am is irrelevant when centered

seeking to be protection
the order of my constructed thoughts

make a prison or a fiery bed
reeking with regrets and resentments

i look at my mind
and see it is like a cloud

if i admire it as the height of highest illusions
lit by fancy and emotions

as radiantly as a cloud by the sun
and just as substantial as a mist

with no physical foundation or reality
then all is well


in the fields of Osseo

Tuesday, April 04, 2017

stamped from a similar clay
the tilt of the head
the dress
the smile

in a previous time
we parted company
you going home
to a small safe room
to a small town
to mom and dad

this time just seeing
the picture by the lake
snippets of your wishes
naive at heart

an innocent blown here
then somewhere else
blown by the world
that yearns to be deceived


this morning at dawn a clean slate
i can make room for whatever i want

the pond has swaying branches over it
overcast with just a hint of dusty blue

i turn within and feather my own mind
then see each bird outside looking for seeds

this morning at dawn a clean slate
i can make room for whatever i want


Monday, April 03, 2017

the air


like cloudy

or how

and buds

soon to be

of still


Saturday, April 01, 2017

it is what you do
take a birthday

in a new year
keep taking risks

on this day
celebrate where you are

on this day
think gee-whiz

the stuff i've done
the places i've been

what is in store
the best will be

the very best

impossible to ignore
after all the rest


for soubia

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

how we make our loved ones suffer
for what we think or call brave & good

but really just punishment and rage
directed at ourselves acted through them

mercy turn away from any thought up necessary things
you must do towards others to discipline them

avoidance of misery is heaven on earth
if only we would stay within our own circle


the second day of spring 2017

Saturday, March 18, 2017

show me your horses
your motorcycles and fish
show your guns and boats

on a sunny day by aspens
on a bright day by maples
on a summer's day on the lake

sports music and laughter
going out on the town or staying in
family is central sarcasm essential


Thursday, March 16, 2017

when i thought of you
in the next room
i heard a spoon rattle in an empty cup

there my mind stopped
and i felt such regret
and sadness


Sunday, March 12, 2017

what could be the last snow
of the winter is here

it is gentle and falls
my new neighbor walks heavily upstairs

they stomp from room to room

i'm told that everything
is a mirror


Wednesday, March 01, 2017

they took a road
and laid it over a charming stream
on one side the water splits into two
where birch trees sway and a rabbit runs

the dream of the undisturbed stream
defying our right of way that cannot be undone
mirror like glassy and calm in response
to plans or demands

do you yearn for a stream
from childhood you knew by heart
similarly crossed by traffic or muted
by complexes of houses

do you remember how a space
was a filled

a field a farm a river a forest


Monday, February 27, 2017

we all know the place i write of
your hands at a table
a crumpled note or a magazine

your father home soon
a buzz just coming off
from whatever you have

rationed by you mother
who is working upstairs
your phone heavy with texts

you go through being
smugly satisfied warm with
anticipation and deep anger

i am a phantom you filled
with desire and rejection
yearning hope and mania

but you're not here you're there
more real than here in the place
i imagine and write of

noted who is narrating
the scene begins

to pale and fade
only my selfishness remains

the great engine of desire
drove us both off a cliff
then beyond and beyond this

where even my remembering
how you might be right now
is an exercise in blind vanity

no nevermind dear nevermind
we live and new lovers and loves

when the phone rings or
a bouquet of roses appear
dear nevermind

Sunday, February 26, 2017

did you ever cry
because you couldn't save

what you see as
a perfect sunset

love going
is like that

there are billions of suns
and as many loves


i'm suffering from samsara
but i'm not broken

there is nothing to break
except my illusions

saying conserve us
we're the spice of your life


Monday, February 20, 2017

mother cries at the gate
she holds your hand through the bars
but she is going back

it will be a long journey then
to be here
even to these bars

these bright lights
these painfully shining linoleum floors

as two separate points
you get farther away from mother
your mother gets father away from you

who knows when a journey
might bring you to her
or her to you

you stay at the gate
after mother is taken away
dots her tears on the floor

like a path
to another locked and closed door

hands moving in hotel rooms
drinking wine signing stationary
wish you were here glad they are not

vista outside of a perfect white beach
wind blows through the room
everything neat and paid for

from the 40th floor you see everything
everything is possible and exciting
either considering to jump or eat dinner

balanced in hotel room you know well
that one motion starts another everything
from that first perceptible accident

pictures of hotel rooms
of hand signals
of outfits
of cars
of restaurants
of drinking
of beaches
it never ends

there is no narrative
only assumptions
of what is gracious
of what is stylish
of what is attractive
of what is fancy
of what is desirable

the mummery continues
wants and desires
wrapped layer on layer
until the mind is paralyzed
the true self unrecognizable

but finding true self or clarity
was never the object of this

behold my beauty
and despair


Friday, February 17, 2017

because i was dead
i could see everywhere
i knew everything
but i thought back

to when i was alive
when i fished at night
i seemed to be pulling
fish out of a starry sky

the boat moved
over the moon
an orb that winked

the great deep
blackness of time
i easily conquered

the only break
in this

were the fish
writhing and dying
gasping to death


you can find me
i am in the sky
just beyond swaying leaves
i am in the fields

if you are happy
i am here too
all kinds of happiness

i am in the sky
in the fields

by the lakes
you can find me
in noon and in dusk
golden light
apple colored light

if you are happy
i especially appear
all kinds of joy

white ice
tan grasses

i am in the sky
in the fields
by the lakes


Osseo MN

Friday, February 10, 2017

living in an age
where poetry is just a thing

like a dirty note
gas receipt or mattress tag


there is a picture of you
in your car

a selfie
why in the car no reason

we drive
in our cars we sit in them

you are in
your car smiling

a selfie
why are you smiling

no reason
we smile when we take selfies

sitting in
our cars showing something


Saturday, January 28, 2017

One day Jesus was walking with his students, and they passed by the carcass of a dog.
The students said, "How this dog stinks!"
..But Jesus said, "How white are it's teeth!"

"Revival of the Religious Sciences"
Abū Ḥāmid Muḥammad al-Ghazālī
11th Century


Friday, January 27, 2017

the devil is an innocent
marred only by a kind of pride

i am hard at work dreaming
aim to outdo even him

my fallen nature burnishes
dullness into brass

but the devil knows
all my plans will fail

and only one place
i will return to

even beyond the damned
and his plantation hell

so the devil urges me on
do your best always

doing perpetuates
more doing

the ultimate sin


Thursday, January 26, 2017

The man in the wilderness asked of me,
How many strawberries grow in the sea?
I answered him, as I thought was good,
As many red herrings grow in a wood.

-- From an annotation in "The Whole Duty of Man" (1733)

Saturday, January 21, 2017

don quixote
knight of the sorrowful face

el caballero de la triste figura

hero to those
who are out of their prime
but still dream
with a youthful heart

for true imagination
and inspiration
never age

they cannot

highest flights of fancy

these come from
some other place
beyond our own sky

a place with its own
stars and loves


Monday, January 16, 2017

magic for this day


nobody like you
in the whole wide world

people smile
you make hearts go boom

where you'll go
what stories you'll tell

finding out
your life that will be neat

go and look

climb the mountains
see the views

take this love with you

nobody like you
in the whole wide world


For Phoebe Lee

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Driving Home

- 8 that night
clear all the way
to the horizon

only clue to how far
was a red full moon
coming up

crisp and clear
serene beyond any
notion of news



dark night

flying geese

you could hear their
in and out takes of
breath flapping in unison

nothing more
needs to be known
or remembered

the view of a street
of the yellow facade
of the 2 flight-up
side-by-side row
bright brick houses

the view of a street
brave now in a
sunshine in december
light becomes stronger
gloss yellow wood
on banisters with red

the view of a street
hesitation commitment
rattle of plates
always was going on
one or two in love
or out of love

brave sun
the view of a street


13th ave ne

is there any real
don quixote?

he was the first
gentleman to set
foot on the moon

everyone knows this
just as we all know
his famous mustache

his daring eye
his fiery glance
glare gleam like a lance

his genuine weeping

we know him
for how he was
sad and thought
chivalry was dead

reading drove him mad

as we know him
for how he saw
beautiful angels in
billboards and

heard heaven
in the whispering flight
of geese

{midnight i see
12 geese gently breathing
as they flew north
into speckles of snow

did they have
a warm place to go
passing over the
brightly lit holiday
convenience store

passing overhead
just higher than the

you could hear their
in and out takes of
breath flapping in unison

nothing more
needs to be known
or remembered}

morning at the park
you can hear cars
touching their brakes
just a bit as they
go down the hill
halfway, at walter

the sun is out
and it is perfect
like a spring day
december 28th
san francisco

couples in love
or not in love
walk up and down
talking or taking

young or old
to be in love
at duboce park

sunny warm
san francisco
in the morning

12 28 16
whatever i see
i am

my heart is filled
with longing and wonder

if i could be
in all places in all times

each house
or natural feature's history

i feel i have
lived in or just missed

and how wonderful
it was

12  28 16

Sunday, January 08, 2017

i sleep in the forest of my mind
its a nice big forest full of things

as big as i want it to be
i've lost track of all the trees

but every one i see
i remember and i recognize

each one is a memory
a feeling as sense of something

but i started out in warm space
clear and without need of any marker

no mountain top or valley
with wilderness uncountable


Saturday, January 07, 2017

snow ice
i drive on the way

the river
tree silhouettes

move fast
over silver backdrop

see how
curtains of steam

almost like
phantom mountains

cross the
mississippi river

from one
factory to another

the sun
shining hard on water

like dreams
unfold and bring us


Thursday, January 05, 2017

the last time
i saw you
on your way
to dying

you were
all scheduled
as if going
on a long trip

preparing to
be totally
swept away

with some idea
how imminent
yet not knowing
exactly when

i said i'd
be back in
two days but
i left town

you gentle
a bit distracted
happy and in
constant pain

your face
nearly hairless
sharp and focused

inside with a
burning intensity
your whole body

never to see you
to not see you
after the big change

and laugh about
farts pretty girls
poetry or endings

i said i'd
be back in
two days but
i left town

your living room
the positions
of the 2 side tables

computer and books
recliner papers
fill up my imagination

just like pretty girls
fart jokes poetry and

you really knowing
me just barely
you letting go

for latif


Orgyen Menla Medicine Buddha


Monday, January 02, 2017

let things
not find their

through no
effort other than
not minding

neither a
denier nor a

even a fool
can learn to
let go

i wish you well
for 2017

let it be

like a tune

like when
you are


on the top
of a mountain

fine and free


from high
high up