Poetry

picnic 1975

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so he said don’t look up

little darling or your pistachio

eyes will turn to coal

so i said no they won’t

but i did not believe my words

although against logic

i looked up anyway

so can you see stars and lines

or dark dark bubbles on the car

doors my little darling

your eyes are red

no i said so i can keep

looking unbeknown to him

i really wanted to burn

my eyes out to stop the future

from charging me

so listen my petite

devil i cannot let you

look up anymore

so place this hat upon your

head and know that God is always

above you

i know i am beneath

but can i have an orange

oh no no i want a pickle

with pastrami instead

i could not see but i lied

anyway

so you think you’re

hungry? we have food

in the car follow me

but don’t look up and if you’re

good we can roll down the

hill together

the wind at 6 a.m.

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i guess now i have to haul

ass on my own. my dog, my tree,

my home, my life. all put away,

in the chambers of my heart.

damn it woman. how can it go on?

i chase your scent, the ring in your

sound. the laugh in the rain, the pound

in your heart. and there i stand.

though broken i am not. i never said anything

to this thought. but you who made me whole,

when i said i could no more. you made me move.

in a direction in front of me.

the wind walks on rice paper. no trail of

you i see. footsteps in the river of

forgiveness washing me free, today and forever.

this is what you left for me.

as i sit alone in this bed of

my own humanity. i feel your touch of love

and there is a 6 a.m. in every hour. you are

in the sun, the moon, the stars, the fog.

you are in the laughter of my

sons and the tenderness of my daughters.

your steel of spirit in the doves on

city cables. in the potted sage.

put me in my proper place,

when you receive me in His kingdom.

until then coffee and cigs;

6 a.m. in life unrepentant.

-to Jane and Hank-

the pebble

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i keep the pebble in the hand
as a testament
to the revolt of feelings.
mere electrical currents
in the brain.

sometimes the pebble is placed down.
its weight can crush if the
heart is flighty with thoughts
and fancies void of substance.

as the pebble is looked at, it stares
back. forever with no smile
or frown or indication
other than it is a creation
of God.

borrowed from the universe
the pebble does not need me
as much as i need it.

The Way Pollack Paints Hope

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Thank  you for showing up at the venue from where the gambler tosses all they have
onto a table set on a busy street.
Thank you for putting on display a beating heart pulsing with angel’s fingers on that dirty boulevard.
The rose now a beloved queen to a lost traveling soul aches for a few moments of respite before the end.
Thank you for tossing laughter as a hopeful crowd tosses rice at the bride’s feet when the rain will inevitably wash the marble clean.
Thank you for spinning from the air a gentle reminder that all is salvageable.

bowing out

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the electricity is shut
and gone forever.
the eyelid dried out;
no more light will filter.
and the laughter lost
in a cave far down from here.

time was not enough dowry
to change the unchangeable.
i must be content with
having failed.

i, with no wealth of any
particular blue bloodline
could not offer you
anything other than
what God saw fit.

in the chasm
of the voices, it does
not really matter.
don’t employ any foreboding
on dejected smiles.

i wear my sin like a diamond

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i wear my sin like a diamond

please forgive me Son of Man

my soul is running away from me

my spirit has leapt off and is far far away

i wear my sin like a diamond

forgive me

the maggot in the wound brings clarity

at times

frail in discontentment

the argument is lost

i wore my sin like a diamond

as You hung by Your bones

against the cross

the die is in my pocket

my life the corner

where it rolled

i wear my sin like a diamond

my spear in my side

too close to close

forgive me Father

in words that are so true

i roll and roll

the eyes of snakes

i wear my sin like a diamond

Cain and the Trash Can

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i think you are
wrong to stand in my
way. you seek to
destroy all that
is left in my brain.

i did kill a man
with blows from my hand.
fiercely to his bones
i ploughed.

i ripped out his
soul and threw it away
in a tin not too much
unlike you. i own this
nirvana of concrete and pain.

i watch all the sinners and i watch
all the saints on my
circadian treks. i am not lonely
in spite of my face for look
to my right there is my race.

unbeknown to them yet though
here i stand. they are nearing
the end of the bind.

soon i will
usher them to this abysmal entry.

where your soul goes

and the killing continues with the will
of their hand.

Alpha and Omega

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my lover is fast

manipulative

expensive

mean-

but when my lover is in my bed

my lover has an addicting sweetness

filling the worm holes in my soul

with the light of the stars

under God’s feet

my lover curls my toes with delight

my lover licks and suckles universes

in and out of my body and mind

i never knew existed

my lover’s almost vapory fingers

massage me

penetrate me

in luscious blinding ecstasy

swirling my very breath

in orgasmic space travel

past the Nebulae

that are yet to come

i simply believed

that i loved my lover more than anything, ever

that the continents could fall below me

that Satan himself could drag me

into the molten pits of Hell by my guts

i didn’t care as long as my lover was there with me

on my arm

or at least have my lover close enough

where i could sniff their tarty scent

they got under my skin

i lost control of myself

i lost the life

that i would like to have gotten accustomed to-

and i almost lost my soul, forever