Those Dreams of You in Santa Fe

In Santa Fe, the sun sets over those

ancient

arid

Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

          Beautiful Blood Red

          Beyond Blood Red

                                                                              Clouds like the tails of palominos.

 

Under the sun

and those clouds

          -whispy-

          -white-

I strummed steel strings

strung along a birch body;

          curved like a woman

          it sang for a woman.

 

And I sang, mon cour

And I sang, baby doll…

She was everything this young man needed

and I would be there for her 

          as long as she was there for me

          …as long as she was there for me.

 

                                                         My guitar gently wept before I knew I would have to.

 

In Santa Fe the sun sets over those mountains

again

again.

The newly cristened, Sangre de Corazon, mountains,

dyed each night in the blood of the love of my heart

which had loved and had lost love and was love lost…

 

And in Santa Fe I wept on a sun soaked dashboard;

I held my breath and felt a pulse paranormal;

I took a pen to my jugular to write of life.

I slept in relentless dreams of you

I slept in relentless dreams of you

I slept in relentless dreams of you

relentless recurrent resurging restricting…

 

I slept in a picture of my hand on the small of your back

while your breath whispered warmth in a wandering ear.

I Don’t Know Why This City Sleeps

With a buzz and a bust I must bus home.

 

Windy Wendy went wearily wobbling.

Wobble windy and wear all white.

White Wendy wipes wet water.

Water so wet. Wet water wet.

Wendy weeps and sleeps in a city steep.

 

A way to air the airables again and again.

Again aghast a ghost a goon.

Airily the airy air, is heir to heirs of eerie air.

All together Avery.

Avery a voracious adventurer.

 

Bit busy to bust open the bust.

Bury the bust and bustle of bust.

Bustle of bust buying busty-busted busts.

Buzz, beep, boing, bonkers.

Billy bounces off the banister.

Andertholic Neanderthal. Under all is in-aliable.

Against the adjunct age of angst.

Angst is against all afflictions.

Afflictions that age with addictions.

Annie is aged with addiction.

 

Again again again again.

A gain again against all gains.

All gains are gained away in a way.

A way is a way if a way is a way.

Amber ain’t at all ahead in her head.

 

Busted again. Buster gets the bust.

Buster’s bust is busted.

Broken busted bust of buster?

But Billy clubs barely busted her.

Billy clubbed Buster and busted her.

 

Idolatry is ideally idol.

I don’t idolize idols.

I dulled out idols of eyeballs.

Eyeballs see idols and idle.

Ida has idle wide eyeballs.

 

Mustard is musty.

Musty mustard must be.

Must be musty mustard.

Make me my mustiest mustard.

Manny makes mustier mustard.

 

Busy bastard burying bags of bananas.

Bonkers bastard, but bought a bag of bananas.

Believe it. But bananas are bonkers bastards.

Burying bananas…so bonkers.

Bob – the old bonkers bastard – gone bananas.

 

Hell in a hand basket.

Handheld basket of hell.

Held hands in a hand basket.

Hands held in a basket in hell.

Helen, had handy hands held hard round a basket in hell.

 

I don’t know why this city sleeps.

A Portrait Of John McCain

Courageous as a kumquat if kumquats are courageous.

Would you could you will you won’t you? Won’t you don’t you

Will you won’t? If a lion is alien, his stance so ostentatious,

Would he call us Friends F-R-I-E-N-D. friend E-N-D friend, round two.

Around you too many two’s are too you, to you and I-

Dol I, doe-eye, do I? I do. Not you.

Suffice to say the ice decays. The ice decays suffice the si-

Zed, Zero, Zen Zune, Zroom Neurooom Boom.

Take a stance askance romance.

Romance the dance and take the chance.

One wife, one woman whoa wowowow, what?

Can Palin play if Clinton lays? Palin pays McCain:

McCain McCan McTrust in-McSperience.

Decay today the ice decays suffice the ice today decays.

And shorten and shorten and shorten and shrink.

Raise hands, give a hand, no hands giving a hand in Hanoi, handkerchief chief.

IV oh me, we need IV. 

 

McCain died in office today, and a wolf-killing neo-con took hold of the reigns.

 

A giant alliant allied to the giant. We die we lie today we die. Today we die if today we lie, oh aye-di-daye-di-daye-di-daye-di-daye-di-daye-di-daye. We die if today. We die, we die, we die, we die we die we die. When we die we know they lie they lie to die and die.

and when the wind is when we win who wins when wind is when we win and “the answer my friend is blowing in the wind.

 

And if the polls are told to stroll,

Surround the ostentatious droll.

Southern drawl is drawn in all.

In all we see the southern drawl.

All in all is all we are. all we are is all in all we all know all are all. in all if all in all is all. in all. Altogether all in all. All my love is lost in all; is lost in Medicare and all. In Medicare and Medicate and medicine and Mediwar and Medimight and medical and get the medic soldier.

 

Telegram:

Selling souls to save stop save the selling of souls stop stepping up soul selling for salesmen stop salesmen sell souls for soles stop the souls of soles are sold in Saipan stop stop stop stop S-T-O-P

 

My country ‘tis of thee sweet land of thee and ’tis.

McCain Smiles:

Friends,

My country, right or wrong. 

For Gertrude Stein

Stein, how so? Stein how? So so

Stein. So stein so. So what, Stein?

How quick ma makes money.

Melancholy ma. Melancholy Money Ma

Ma quick marry Money.

POW-MIA Stein, where P-O-W M-I-A?

She is so quick so she so quick.

So quick POW-MIA Marry merrily modern merry.

Silence to serendipity.

Serendipitously silent.

Silently slip serendipitously

down the stairwell.

How is Stein so how is Stein so How is Stein so so

No longer singing serendipity.

So no longer singing quick.

So no longer singing.

So no longer so no so so so sssssssss.

Flair up and up end up in flair. End up in flair

And flare indubitably and indubitably.

Indubitably dutiful to Stein so dutifully indubitable.

Indubitably Stein. In so as so Stein, how so?

Indubitably Stein.

 

Part One of a Courtroom Sonnet Series

I

 

What did they say in courtroom three-o-two

When one man’s life had been subjected to

A systematic slaughter in the clink

Where cuffs like couplets tore through his cufflinks

 

And turned one strong black man into chattel?

 I watched through the door, heard his chains rattle

Beats from a song sung by qunta quinte

But he did not scream ‘gives us free’ that day.

 

And I saw in his muscles the power

Restrained, confined hour on hour

While a ‘justice system’ cried first degree-

The melody of an all white jury.

 

The record that I read was disfigured.

“convicted.,,” I heard “Hang the nigger.”

Dead Winter

The cold familiar wind-

Uncertain of all.

Clouds driven from the northeast-

They enter the new world naked.

 

All along the road, sluggish

Dazed spring approaches.

Beyond, the waste.

Brown patches with dried weeds.

Standing water lifeless in appearance.

Purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy,

Dead.

 

Uncertain-

The cold, unfamiliar wind

Driven from the northeast,

Scattering all save the mottled clouds.

Dazed Spring, Lifeless Spring –

Contagious under the surge of the blue mottled clouds.

Sponataneity Poetry

Blown glass words
Take shape from a blowers lips
speaking about what I heard about her.
but all is just rumors – verbal slips

Let’s talk about birds,
I mean, about how some girls…coo.
call it all sexy, absurd -
I’m just gonna call it that thing you do.

Makes me shiver
just a little bit.
Makes me quiver.
but I know you don’t think much of it.

Yeah, they all talk.
Yeah they all talk about you.
They stare. They gawk.
Since when was that new?

Girl, you stole sexy.
And nobody could take it the fuck back.
How would you like to sit next to me?
We can do anything – but relax.

It’s all just spontaneity.
I’m just preaching perverted poetry.
But you’ve been alone lately.
And I think I’ve got the remedy.

May I have this dance?

A Romantic Wad on the PAvement

Eye Candy Lover
Discoverer of the Krystal Nacht, cherry popped
Cradle rocked
fantasy man in a pile of white fright
manifest powder chanced louder and prouder
than the average scared mind; un-sublime mime
fulfilling crime’s prime, dropping dimes
on love’s seclusion for a polluted mascarade…
It’s all a parade
what I’m getting at is bubbly-blonde backstage betty
wants Ken for his car; white fifty-four chevy
dance in trance to artificial love’s lukewarm arabian melody
that everyone knows the rhythm to,
while missing out on lyrics from language
anguish
sex is hexed to bless tex-mex
next a reflex test, chest mest…
By the bullet of passion

the bars of the cage of man bore woman
the womb of a witch switched on the legacy of sin
which trickled the devil to level, embezzle
with tousle and trestle making sense of illusion
a global pollution
I write the allusions, you draw the conclusions
the fusion you and this man give up
to the pre-nup sup-
position. The politician separating kids through submission
subtraction, addition, addiction,
commission the soul to role, scroll and fold
under pressure or Cash like Johnny
lose chips to flips. Bloods crypts, poison sips
roofie slips, whips, hips jerk and work
to the rhythmic schematicism of the stand-up’s cynicism…
Control, extol, house-poll, re-roll, bowl
and the whole of life is lips,
tits, midriffs, and skoal…
A romantic wad on the pavement.
It’s all the same thing.

Real mean Muh-fuckuh

This cat walked around,
khaki’s cuffed and creased,
shoes spit-shined and hair greased
back, walkin’ like he was going to start shit with a look.
Well he gave me a look, and I
gave him a smile. He
cut the Gucci suare’ front
and stepped to me
with less respect than I was used to.

So I stepped to him with more balls
than he had seen
he pulled a fist and I pulled
a fist, and cut his jaw. He
broke my nose, I
busted his gut.He
blacked my eye, I
blocked a fist was
cocked, ready to cold knock
me straight crooked.
That is to say,out
of my senses. But

like I said, I
caught his cocked fist, he
really got pissed, he
kicked and he missed, I
took up his wrist, broke
it twice,took his girl and
we kissed. She

wan’t no lady. I
Ain’t no man. We
both just brutes. He
oughta think twice
‘fore he step to a real mean muh-fucka..

Live

School will come and go.
It is the lovers turned friends
and friends turned lovers
that will be remembered.

It is the hard times
and the hands held
and the cards dealt
and the money lost.

It is the tragedy
and the comedy
and the fate
and the future

Overall, it is the experiences
and the inexperience
and the experimentation
and the excrement that is thrown at us.

Life is the loud noises
and the sad silences
and the biting kisses
from people you do not sympathize with.

Life is the death of our own mental slavery
life is the enslavement of the beast of time.
Life works for those who work it.
Work lives for those who know not how to live.

Still,

Work hard,
Live long,
Kiss gently,
die strong.

Caress the back of the unknown lover
Hold tight the shoulders of a wary friend.
Kiss the lips of the life-long light-hearted.
Perhaps, your own heart will be lightened.

Climb a tree.
Or a rock.
Spill your blood
while the people around you applaud in amazement.
For your show is theirs.

Fight wars overseas,
or under sheets.
Scratch the former,
anticipate the latter.

Deny the rules.
Defy the rules.
Satisfy the soul
by drinking deep the natural liquor of life
to obtain a drunkard’s enlightened stupor.

Above all, live every day
expecting, and willing,
to give your last breath of life,
in the same world of wonder as you gave your first.