A Slight Breeze

A slight breeze, soaring hawk...nothing in the book about this...red

tiles in front of my casita, cheap glaze worn off by rain...dinner at Lee's

tonight...don't know how long the restaurant will last till he gets beat

by the bottle...in the mean time  I enjoy each meal as if it was my last...

or Lee's last...surrealist Thai pizza, Dada dumplings, Titanic tort to go

down for.

Sky rocket bombs this afternoon and into the night, echoing 

off the mountain, getting the dogs barking but good as if

something's happening not really for thousands of years.

They're patriotic in a chaotic way...don't really trust each other,

but love each other and have lots of babies that become 

part of the tribe, the flow of being into this valley... happy smiles

on young and old faces...withered Donas with plastic  bags full

of mangos, pina, pappas, guava, mandarin oranges...

It's like I imagine San Francisco was for a short time around 1967...

the freedom feeling of those days...no camera on every street 

corner...people not in fear, talking to strangers, laughing out loud.

Honeymoon

Wrote a poem to a real person tonight,

so my circuits are overloaded with reality.

Just going through the motions here...

yada, yada, yada....like lying in bed with 

your lover:  it was too good for her to care

that you're smoking a cigarette, and you're

only slightly aware you're smoking.

It's the gift that keeps on giving, as long

as it lasts...

When she notices my socks on the floor,

I'm on the next airplane.

Haiku

Empty headed me

staring at a bird outside...

now I'm bird brained too.

Ode to Ann Spruyt

We met at Buddhist seminary in 1974.

I was young and scared and you were

nice to me, you were smart and crazy and

hilarious, teasing the consorts by 

pretending walking meditation

was a stripper's runway...outrageous.

Thank you, Ann.

Stanley (for Anna)

I only knew you for a brief moment...

a blink of the eye,

a touch of the cosmic base

to win the World Series of coincidence.

We dug each other, there were sparks

of recognition...all that was needed really...

in a sweet/sad hello/goodbye. My moment

with you so precious for being so rare.

Killer Beef Stew

Take the tenements of a beef roast,

simmer with onions and fresh garlic

till onions become translucent...

add vegetables:

potatoes, carrots, turnip, frozen peas,

two cups red wine, a bottle of dark beer,

go to Chicago and commit the

St. Valentines Day massacre,

come back,

season the stew to taste after

letting it simmer about an hour.

Franchise

No, no...what a horrible word!

Why did it come into my mind?

Maybe the Zeitgeist...

Maybe the gestalt...

Yeah, we're out of the chute on that one...

let the Germans catch up for a change.

Carnival

Streets full of kiosks selling cheap junk,

zocalo invaded by tilt-a-whirl and merry-go-round,

at night packed with drunks and pick pockets,

fiesta feeding frenzy of fun...there will likely be

a few deaths...Chenelos, dancing human puppets

mocking ancient European invaders....a rehash of

Mexican history of the last 800 years played out

in the streets ....

No deaths but wind and rain blew through the

first night...the last night I  sat with Max in a cafe

people swarming around...it was fun, and I met my

next future wife (joke) but I could have done...

carnival got me in it's grip of fun.

Bill Burroughs Won't You Please Come Home?

"Nothing is true...everything is permitted"

I miss you, Bill, your nefarious centipede dreams in one

room third floor walk up bare mattress on the floor

peeling paint water stained walls, floors years filthy

grey plastic over broken window hot plate can of beans

infiltrated by G men faeries con men second story men

flaks fakes flakes factotums junkies crooked Peruvian police

assassins that kill you with breath through crooked teeth

shootout in the Boulder cemetery

I'm sure at one point this was my life.

"I, You"

I

you

dream 

tendrels

connecting

over time and space

interdimensionally now

we're all a nexus in Indra's illusion web.

I Had A Life

I'm sure at one point this was my life....

this artifact walking around, swinging

arms and legs...looking out through

sagging eyes, a semblance of habit

pretending to hold the thing together.

I remember it always made me nervous

that I didn't know who I was...now

I know I was never anyone anyway...whew!

O'l Johnny's dissolving

one thought at a time.

The Scum Also Rises

Cream or scum?

Don't get confused by a silk suit:

scan the eyes to see...

nothing more deceptive

than a pedigree.

Anything Is A Subject For Poetry

"my poem is

a light goes on in a toiletwindow"       eecummings

one could appreciate one blade of grass last gasp

last sip from the glass slipper before reality sets in

too early in the morning like smoke from a chimney

one crisp October dawn....why stop there?

richness of phenomena in one green blade

/light fuse groping for star...perfect diamond 

dew drop cracking into color...hitting your eye so

if you move a little you get the whole rainbow

in perfect moment of now.

Vicky Christina Barcelona

Woody love/hate women

fantasy home movie puppetry,

a little intellect thrown in to

throw off the scent of misogyny.

A La Kim

Fresh orange juice, tuna curry in puff pastry, caesar salad,

beer batter fried fish and scalloped potatoes, 

coconut confetti tapioca.  This too soon a memory.

Reflections of a Mirror

Some people call it the Hall of Fame...

I call it the Hall of Dead Mirrors.

Emptiness is seeing there's nothing

behind the reflection.

Life is a Fun House...

we're all distorted 

in each other's mirrors.

A narcissist drowns in

his own reflection.

Three dimensional, 

reflecting five senses:

life mirror.

Ego is painting yourself

into a mirror.