Saturday, June 30, 2018

Transformation


Edging toward
invisibility,
my eyelids thicken.
So when I
close my eyes
it gets very dark.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

A Riddle


I try to call my
fancies, and not even they
will come. These
fancies have wishes all their own.
They measure me
before they perform
and usually spurn me.
.
Sometimes my
solitude demands
someone who can speak
without existing,
but even they
often go elsewhere
or stay alone.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Even the Shadow Forgets


I walk through
pleasantries and
promises of friendship
a fog of particles
generated by memory
and courtesy.
.
Those people
just want to be
congratulated and I
am the designated
congratulater.
.
I do my job.
I half-smile
My ears are the
ears of the old,
no time for lessons
and no time
for practice,
in the midst of
action, in the midst of
tomorrow, the gifts
of tomorrow unfolding.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

The War for the Possession of the World



Shut up
I'm not interested
in you. I'm real,
the world of
rock and fire
where muscle
powers my passage.
I'm going
over the oceans
that God constructed.
Shut up
with your mealing
about your
lonely mind,
how it buzzes
with faces
and voices you don't
hear. I'm not
worried about
where the dead go
I don't listen to
the echo of
"will there be
tomorrow?"

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

You Tube Video: Kookie Drawings and Strange Poems

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4dJbwqi5kM4
You Tube Video: Kookie Drawings and Strange Poems

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Rubber History


.
.
In their minds
my hair is yellow
and my nose
is like a button.
.
In their minds,
I am soft
and when they tell me
they touch my thigh,
.
I guess they like it.
And when I say
yes, I touch you too,
visions of lost places
tie now to the past.

Thursday, June 07, 2018

Two Poems about Love

1. Love Is Less
.
.
She typed,
I didn't get
a lot of sleep last night.
Having a girlfriend
in England
when I live
in Oklahoma
doesn't help.
.
I typed,
These chatrooms
are a real health hazard.
Maybe worse than cigarettes.
.
She typed,
I can't help my heart.
.
 I typed,
Can you love
an entity you
have never seen?
.
What is love
anyway?
What are lovers?
What are human beings?
.
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2. The Myth of Social Life
.
.
Pleasure is always
solitary, like
death. When I
die, will I find
union or solitude?

Friday, June 01, 2018

The Very Edge of New


.
This is the
beginning of the
time of leisure.
Now our bodies
are lounging on
hammocks in
gardens. Our
hungry selves are
taking their dreams
for walks over the world
finding in unimaginable places
tidbits of pleasure and drama
that touch
organs we
never knew existed.