Saturday, May 7, 2016

on the banks of the Tennessee



Ode to Romeo
Romeo o Romeo
You mangy old cat
What the hell happened
Who got your eye oh yeah the
Rat.  The Rat.  Romeo you look
Like your time has come
I’ll say goodbye I gotta run
Death is nothing to me
In a cool breeze
on the lovely banks
of the Tennessee

damn near



damn near
ran into a car
in front of me today
looking up through the thick oaks
trying to see a light
trying to wonder who you might
be there with
trying to wonder of that time to say
trying to wonder of time to walk away
from your butter soft
arms and legs pressed to mine
a time to weep away the hours
damn near went all the way to wal-mart
I might coulda be late again

silently go back



There is no silence
When you suffer
Rolling pitching
The ceiling is always black
In the northern suburbs 
of burned out Iraq

In the morning
When I am asunder
Weaving bobbing
Gee you’re pretty, are you from RAK
No, Iraq

Dry bones
thigh bones

When are you leaving
Oh you’ve left
Howling scowling
And silently you’ll go back
To Iraq?

Masalama
little mama
I’m going home too
to Mobile
Mobile Alabama

at the brook with a book



Lost for a little while
In a flurry of mangos
In the rain oh what
A wonder it is to smell
Nature
And eat
Mangos
Mango
Tango

Bill, you totaled the Durango

A long time ago in a field with a brook I slept under a big shady oak.
O wonderful oak
Shadows thick in winter
Cool
Refreshing
and look what I took

I know now where the season has gone.  A white out
Character building,
Time reflecting
Bent into heat
Fire and stone
santa maria
Where are you going
Stop now
And listen
to the brook with the book in your hand