More food, more sleep, no excuses
Baby beaten to death because it cries
Twins abandoned before New Year
Is she an astral lover or holy song?
Don’t take my dramas, she says
They’re all I have!
Morning heat bends the blinds
Bay shimmers and sparks
Look at me, I’m naked!
Composed in my chair
Listen as tears flash and smolder
Dear She-Ones!
Embrace me in attentiveness
Nubile daughters come with bright eyes
Surround my bed silently, please
Don’t wait until I’ve entirely dissolved
I’m just beginning to like myself
I want to be treasured by a woman
An orgiastic mini-series, bed to bed
That’s how it happened, fixation
Became criminal
Seed spread complex and legend
Still penetrating eyes
Pale quivering lips. Thighs
Wrapped about thighs. Out of breath
Clenching my neck without forgiveness
Maybe it comes back around
After the flesh is cut away
A fish swims from the wall
Somethings mean something
Somethings sweet nothings
Listen to this
Christmas morning
Call me, call!
Bells in my head
I become invisible
Christmas morning
I run away for a few hours
Time marches on
What the hell!
I’m living for myself
Waiting for Venus to die!
Ocean Drive
Candy-colored Deco motel row
Babes in black leotards roller-blade
Afternoon drizzle
Gray velvet doomsday stillness
Sugar cane burning haze
New Years Eve
Antipasto of sliced veal, white beans
Sign of continuing music and grace
Flares, fireworks, random gunfire
I didn’t know she loved me
Years later she returned
Masquerading as another
Woman. I touched her face
Shell of a woman
By the swimming pool
Dark clouds. Tropic winds blow cold through
Luxuriant fronds
A naked man clutches a pink flamingo
“I am a Tralfamadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughter-House Five; or, The Children’s Crusade, a duty dance with death
Tralfamadorian Goose!
Global, mother, lover, confidante in bubble, co-creator, wonder!
Gift, release from metal voice, iron clad guilt shackle, shrapnel of lost attachments
Chocolate beauty marks on velvet collarbone, and tangerine breast, blush
Spirit of red earth and air, tongue adoring in my ear drips honey bee sweet care
Swinging hip dance, singing love’s low trance, oh high sensation!
Lays golden eggs on blue moon pillows, cooing transcendent willows in outer space
Forgiving fate unfolding, luscious ripe and lotus great, iris true
Heart, where’ve you been, your swells of daylight ease through freeze of my cold life?
So different from caged bird me, winged dream beyond
Come tell me how we’ll go on, you want to be stroked, I’m at your call, and on, and on
Goddess in cocoon, flesh-mate in caress, secret, soft in down
Transported now, we can outlive, gently now, gentle you, and give, and how, just now
Tralfamadorian Goose!
Shy, robust fragrance of peach, woman, discrete, plum lust
Gush of halo, resting indulgent in patter of me, flatter me, lather me in whispers
Steaming with purple borscht, piroshki, ambitious
Emotional, cautiously, changeable, vulnerable, council of playful elegant pride
Tripping up bloody marching boots of muddy Red Army,
Stinging keys with classical quotes, flushing out Satan, disguised as hope, Cupid
Pecking Freud on forehead, waddling over therapy of rigor mortis
Shuttling a silver harp from heaven to heaven, gathering, weaving, loose ends of life
Vonnegut understood this time, and you would understand it too
Basking in gardens, listless moments, ready to leap upon inspiration, waiting
No single man’s invention, Bacchanalia, Rubens, the feast is named
Picnic, banquet, treasure of favorite desire, unquenchable, hungering, basket of spice
I never trusted women, until she came along, now there’s only you
(She wrecked her car on the freeway, screamed hysterical, mourning a point already moot)
Tralfamadorian Goose!
Following you, following me, in a good old fashioned stand-off
Face to face, shouldering obligation, holstering family, how will it turn out, who knows?
Watching guards change into loons at Lenin’s tomb, May Day
KGB refuse swan egg pastries, Intourist room above staggering stream of banners
White feather quills dipped in solvent of defection, migration
Bodies daily turning up in newspaper pages, history recovering in revelation
Jews and Russians, holes in their chests as big as War and Peace
Infected caverns stuffed with poetry, longing, vodka, roses, icons, fish, horseradish
Making love in secrecy, discovery, uncovering a moist lyrical fetish
Cuddles, wriggles, moans, invisible tundras of memory, raves, a Siberian diplomacy
Giggles, baby talk, pinches, digging nails in buttocks, chirps, sleep
Dream I’m someone else, when I awake, holding you, you’re in someone else’s dream
Tralfamadorian Goose!
Chagall, Poe, Eartha Kitt, Isadora Duncan compose your choir
Painting matrushkas of Iago, Zhivago, Lolita, Jesus, and Yeltsin’s quadruple heart bypass
Looking lost, forever homeward, swearing intimacy, constant truth
Vow your love, won’t take it back, love transient as democracy in real fists of greed
Tossing stone baggage overboard so body, spirit, float, arise!
Fly with radio on, cigarette, rouge-chic, bearing down on pedal of empire’s success
Rushing about, picking caress off gossip pitch of neighbor’s fence
Building fire storm with hug and smile, destruction calling me close, no more than I do
Tralfamadorian Goose!
Bigger than me, the oyster is yours, blue pearl of your eyes
Cherish me, render me, naked in gold-black boundless flesh of this starry night
There’s no one else for me, and you, but you so smooth
Fidelity comes in confession of infidelity, addiction in rejection of past, goodnight
Conclude the paragraph, the verse, the breath, you knew that if
Being here was an experiment the ideal would always remain fiction, that’s right!
This, from an imperfect world, tired of suspicion, you still want him too
Promises, only couplets, spoken in a sinking craft, so when at last, I’m gone, I’m gone