sky with a snowflake
or two

falling

flakes

they remind me of
stray stars

because i can't
get used

to having a
body

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*****

we're all
from out there

brighter

beyond
this earth

where
stars play

form like

as many

snowflakes




***

the orbit burns
but not unpleasantly

this is how
planets feel

steady on
steady with light

never winking
always bright




**

Online Dating

waiting for someone of promise
who will never arrive

someone who does not exist
but wanted and missed

they're an illusion a dream
the scam of all scams

you've bamboozled your own self
try not to be disappointed



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waiting for someone of promise
who will never arrive

someone who does not exist
but wanted and missed

they're an illusion a dream
the scam of all scams

you've bamboozled your own self
but also as a fool look forward

like one wedge drives out
another wedge

so the fool eventually abandons
every kind of foolery

*

ah realization
though even this thing

in the end you have journey
beyond hope and fear




**

people say no
or think no
but they smile
as if yes
act as if yes
act as so happy
so agreeable
but it is
the opposite

how boring



**

not parched
nor hungry
radiant clear

before
first thought
or last idea

natural
as the cusp
of your hand

inseparable
resplendant
here

you are so busy
you have a busy life
so much to do
you remind me
how busy your schedule is
i understand what you mean



**

i have no anger in me
only ingenious defiance
learning as a little child
the freedom of imagination
to escape the domination
of stupid mindless adults

now at this time of life
i am almost one of them
but still with some tricks
still willing to play
the defiance entrenched
inner child shocked

conserve
the precious eyes
listen selectively
move lightly
listen carefully
burn brighter

invited to be ugly
demure

getting used to horror
makes one a horror


**

a poem to all the furniture i don't have
in my heart
if you come by and stay
it looks a bit bare
i've given it all away
but there is a lot of room
in a unburdened space

tell your stories
and let the moon rise
stars too
through all thoughts


***

a poem to all the furniture i don't have
in my heart
if you come by and stay
it looks a bit bare
i've given it all away
but there is a lot of room
in a unburdened space
where words can live or stories told
of what was had and got
lost and refound

a poem to all the places in mind's mind
that we forgot
a bit for what we remember
it all is getting worn away
the more we go over
what got us here
to this clear place
where words can live or stories told
of what was had and got
lost and refound


**

the music remains
when they are gone
is that one of the points
a few old songs
the old jukebox
played again and again
sometime late at night
reminding you of a friend



*

let us talk about the sky
the moods it gives buildings
of windows when lights are lit
sky deep purple or blue

we might consider grace
or the habits of angels how
no one is alone nor forsaken
with such a perfect sky


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let us talk about the sky
the moods it gives buildings
of windows when lights are lit
sky deep purple or blue
tell about the first stars showing
how meetings between two people
can perpetuate more meetings
before it snows on a magic night
even a sigh or two



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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
10.21.17

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
remarkable
amazing
humbling




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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



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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

*

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


**

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


***

Poem: and there's / so much love

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

after i
grab on
tight
i remember
i let go

because
everything
i worried
about
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
everywhere

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

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

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

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