Sweet one,
who guides me beside
clear waters,

Fills my cup with tenderness

Some wanna go eazy
some like a firework
some hang on as long as they can
some turn the lights off early

some feel like one moment
of perfect beauty was worth
the whole journey

What does an American-poet
dream of
(fast machines on wide highways
plush realities fueled with silver and gold)


(fear the lawnmower-people
square houses
legislative chains)

Find the free ones
beautiful strangers dancing
to hidden music

Treasure each moment
be complete within the self
(always notice wings unfolding)

Some find ecstasy and pain
to be love

And I know I'm cradled in the
wings of mother earth
and lifted to the heavens in
God's arms

Eagle marks my ascent
friend of the higher soul
(we celebrate in golden
sunlight)

She's so human
and that's what I love
about her

(we were gonna fly
away to Mexico
or somewhere

But we don't need to anymore
cuz we already left wherever
it was we were

and changed direction so
at least one ship won't
sink)

If you have love in
your heart for me

fly a little higher

TO THE PEOPLE ASKING WHAT WILL I DO

The best things in life
I have not felt that I made an effort
I did not plan

I simply WAS the thing
Poetry flows like water and love and
tears and blood (from my soul, from my
heart, from my mind)

It was no effort to caress her perfect body,
spread my wings and fly with her spirit,
join the running river of her mind

(suddenly I was in a summer meadow
in the mountains of Quebec)

Who am I to have
seen the Golden Gods

Be lavished with the
Goddesses' charms

Yet the lotus
has opened

People of my tribe
spirits
friends
lovers
come

I am dancing by the
fire for you
dancing because I know
you will
come

And we sang to
the Old Ones
(the Sacred Ones)

Our bodies
(simply gifts from
heaven)
Lit from within
(you know that you are star
sacred to me
star sacred)

There's a certain
kind of freedom
that we share

the kind where
ya just don't die

(absolutely shit-house
crazy in the best
of ways)

yes
and yes
I say yes to every
question you have for
me

I say yes to your soul
and yes to your body
and your mind
and your heart
and your face
(hair eyes skin
dreams fears)

When we knew the promise
from reverse
and the end came tumbling
at the beginning

(starting from infinity
all roads led to this moment)

QUESTION FOR MY POETRY


Do you have the power to release her
(I have the power to do all things)


Did you have the power to hold her
(She held herself to you with infinite force
she is part of the power)

What parts of ying and yang have I confused
enough to lose track of where we spun off to

(you must sift through the wreckage of your power until
you find the mustard seed: Planting the seed, will grow the
tree)

A thief in the garden
search with your
light

Search within

The love-journey
of reaching ourselves

(wings outstretched
glide over a life)

Pulled the trigger
on this life of pain and
ecstasy (I know the hidden
flight of eagles)

I am a bullet

These poetry
times we died
alive

each others magic
third world miasma high
20th century failings

(enlightened city
constructing itself amid
ruins and ecstasy)

We are a
time/space
conundrum

We are the same souls
waiting to meet

Brave children
we knew the time
would come

(Time moves from every direction
towards now
towards the axis of
us)

my poetry has the freedom
to do whatever it wants

my poems are not about my
life

they are about my poetry

I may be able to stop her
from coming through my door

But I am not allowed to stop the muse
(that would be violating the agreement of
freedom with the motion
of words)

these poems are not about you
they are about what the images of
you fragmented through my
mind have
become

perhaps her life,
like her name,
will also prove to be
a palindrome

Just as juicy and alive
from both directions
all leading to the moment
I saw here glowingly floating
in time

(milky skin
dancers repose
black pleated skirt)

Warm hand
melting a hole
in me

Where dreams leak in
and out