Sunday, June 23, 2013

Quasimodo and Esmeralda

 
 
 1.
 
Public jeers the whipping boy
their laughing faces stare and look away
fearful in a world of prayer and tyrrany
hate darkens their eyes
withering inside
twist 
grasp
hold your tongue hold your peace
shy your eyes away throw up your anger
spit out the rotting fruit of your life
the unfortunate
rent and bleeding
waste
tears
a hero for the desperate
your simple king with a crown of trust
drag him through the filthy streets of your life 
his kingdom falls
cheer the lash
crushed
wonders
at the fear and pain in mirrored faces 
who are cast from a mold of deformity
wash their hands and love their neighbor
she gave him water
stood alone
defiant
torn
 
2.
 
she gave me water
in tears the whipping quenched
she gave me water
raise your eyes
ecstasy and pain
blood runs down the back
raise you eyes
loves icy wave
burning ruts down the back
raise your eyes
the pain grasp you with sand in every vein
a seed of grace in every tear
the water
the water in torrents
rivers down the back
she gave me water.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Drop it Now
 
 
Wholesale destruction
sold with righteous conviction
armies are moving
the world on their spear
 
Death rays will rain down
mass graves on TV
round the clock updates
I don't want to hear
 
Why don't you drop it now
 
When I remember the red sky
how the earth gave out a great sigh
how many people will die on a single day
When I remember the outside
sea birds and battles on the Southside
bombers make a threat of the blue sky
why not drop it now
 
Illusions of freedom
sold with deception and treason
words that are searing
a language of fear
 
Wholesale misery
a world of greed and allure



 
 
 
 
 


Monday, April 8, 2013

Adventure in Berkeley

big baboon
big baboon
territory
territory
big baboon
espresso
a table
big baboon
big territory
flash red tail
espresso
espresso
doppio espresso
doppio espresso
big baboon
espresso
a table
big baboon
too much foam
too much foam



Coffee

sits off center on the walnut table
black waves spill over the lip
words flit
stirring conversation
mist to the dreamer of the lone cup of coffee



Different Days

For days now I've sat
At times lie down
Paged and tapped a pen
Busted an urge with felt
Turned the shards to cotton candy

Saw it snow sugary
A carnival  of bolts and straw
Leading me to the beer tent
Tankards and blanks
Four different days I've sat





Thursday, April 4, 2013

Kansas


Skyward plane
homebound plains
Earth of circles and squares
harvesting grains
combines and turbines
on an early morning prowl

Dirty caps
rusty naps
dusty thoughts and stares
forgotten maps
machines and routines
His work flawless breathe the air

Flattened roads
green morass
satin and flows time pass
think of  rain
sustain and complain
fortune of the working caste

Kansas plains
Kansas dreams
always Kansas and prayers

Column


Muscle Car




Thursday, March 28, 2013


25 Percent Cowboy

I'm a twenty five percent cowboy
2 bits and a partial crown
a frown in this coffee dry town
turn around on my half a horse
and with a wave of my hat
never moved from where I sat one quarter of the way
to a dark roast adventure
its my nature
to only go part way

Saturday, January 26, 2013