Saturday, January 14, 2017

Truth Comes

Truth comes to my head
From my ears eyes
And extremities

Every organ and my own skin

Not through

Monday, August 22, 2016

The Hot Clay Of Stars

I do not have the math
To say
I understand the sub-microscopic
Or the expanding macroscopic

Or the sand
To say
I understand the before
Or the after

I am no religionist
And I am full of unknowns
Going as far back and forward
As may be

I keep faith with many dogs and humans
Having known many good souls
Cats are a puzzle not to mention lizards and spiders
Evil appears to be at work within and among us

The space between us
Between atoms
Within atoms
Interests me

We play together in these expanding spheres
Creating ecstatic musics
And disastrous complexities
In mindless competition and boundless love

We each fervently choose
To believe what we will until
One day we face again
The hot clay of stars

Brave fragile beings every one

Friday, April 1, 2016

Too Late

We float
Above a field

Seeming empty

We label normal
The empty underneath

Some are always speculating fantastically
Numbingly for gain

While innocent despite great effort
Simpler listeners toil more urgent-quiet
Knowing chance is always birthing monsters

From this field seeming empty
Ancient seething pestilential dread
Permits all
Meets no devouring corpuscles or savior birds

Too Late
Spreads invisibly inaudibly

Detonating compounding exponents
Banging Out in self surpassing shock

This field seeming empty
Now waves of burning breathless devouring sky
Noticed briefly

Tuesday, March 15, 2016



Will I
Listen to
Large loaded magazine
Impulse thought repeaters?

My choice to impulse
Forgetting who I may be

Perceives nothing
Forgets all
The intentional
Annihilated by the inadvertent
One generation inviting another
To forget

My generation and decade and instant of
Depends on momentous physical choices

Only flesh can prove

Stopping at Stop
Stopping at Perhaps

Going only with Go

Now I may accept all consequence

My deepest physical echoing cavern
Will speak next
Nothing but Truths

Will I listen self-honestly

Agonies, rages, tendernesses
Abandoned for an age

No longer

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

To Sip You Once Again? (For Constance)

The old person
Looking at you
From across the way

I see in your garden
The last honeysuckle
Behind your youthful ear

As you were 20
Unable to see nearly
Five decades gone

Stretched by hearts
So great
Time’s sheet folded

Upon itself
Have I rolled
Closer to you

Along a field stretched
Quantum thin tight
To touch

The fine hair on your neck
Near the honeyed blossom

To sip
You once again?

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Life Before And After (For Constance)

Life before and after
Is all unknown

My time is now
My power is here

Fearful guesses
Cloud the sun

My time is now
My power is here

Holiness is higher
The holy agree

My time is now
My power is here

When I’m high
I’m all alone

My time is now
My power is here

When I choose faith in
Moon, sun and sea

My time is now
My power is here

Night turns to dawn
And shore is nigh

My time is now
My power is here

I use my ears to
Find my voice

My time is now
My power is here

I find my eyes
And see your face

Tuesday, July 7, 2015


Here is a little "Happy Birthday" to all you out there having a birthday.
This is Fred Rogers long before there was a "Mister Rogers".

Used by permission.