1.
one-time
rag-time
wishes
that could never happen
now happen
bizarre butterfly rainbow dreams
no longer slip by sleepless nights
but lie alongside
this bed of sheer sunlight
art-formed creations of
sparkling happenings
cannot sputter-
only do they sail along
in a sea of melted butterfalls
explosions like these
are really invisible clouds to the rest of the world…
for us, sensational miracles of life
together we are us and all the same
we are ourselves as humans
for the sake of being human beings
milk-roped dandelions
play over our eyes
as we gaze about our farm-talk visions
wow-zing blast-away
yellow, red, purple sweet-tasting happiness
pretty boys and laughing girls jump rope together
songs of silly sounding orange bells
you would like to color them a cottage you say?
let me fetch us all a bucket of ice cold lemonade!
once in a while
I consider more than the sides of my nose
tossing away these yellow sunglasses to let in some blue
step down…
come a few steps downward and touch the brown earth
swish my toes in the rocky wet grass
contrast this with what dictates the heart
then let’s sing out syllables of passions
that crash into us
as we drive by these crowded stagnant highways
2.
sunny day-type
wide open kisses
you deserve
walking together from this giant birthday cakeland
strolling about this strawberry balloon garden
tag-tied
we heave feathered snowballs at policemen
chasing us around
just because we appear free
imagine: freedom is to some
like breaking windows in abandoned country houses in the woods,
and someday,
if we have our way,
anyone can come live with us
together in that house with no windows
to care to run a little faster would be useless
since only things with wings and engines can fly
some morning if I get up before you do
please remind me to have my temperature taken
invent a sign I could take with me
that would let me go back to where I started from
(regression might be progression?)
if you feel you cannot hold your breath any longer
say a prayer for me
as i still believe in immortality…
can you still hear trees stretching?
i realized some time back
we invented our world
no rules
nor time
do you remember leaving?
remember returning?
you listened to yourself
figure you out
and here you are!
3.
once
in a while
at my indifferent moments
I can open any ice cream jar with my teeth,
sparkling pearly malty creamy white…
and I die then!
have you ever drunk wine from grapes?
sucked nectar from flowers?
what?
you call yourself a natural-type human hipster love child?
hey, no worries- you’ve got company
I gave that shit up too awhile back
gave it up for Lent
up for you
for piece of mind
freedom and liberty and all that rot!
melt away fair gentlemen
who call yourselves our teachers,
you peopled idiots
how can you expect to instruct life
to those who live it so well?
don’t you wish you were out there with us
not in some moldy classroom ducking behind chalkboards
if only it were the bottom of the 9th inning
two outs
bases loaded
score tied zero zero…
if things ever came down to that
find someone to pinch hit for me…
I would have no trouble remembering times past
when I was nothing more than form being formed,
when lots of my spaces needed filling in
so that I could signal to beauty, to love, to God
to help satisfy the emptiness that was here
it may come to me sometime
just how those spaces became exact fitting pieces of feeling-soul,
but each day I swear
I hear
a voice coaching me to listen carefully:
“listen, oh listen…oh damn it- clean out the stuck wax in your ears so you don’t miss a sound…my lovely stupid boy, LISTEN!”
“I am life-matter speaking and you must pay me some mind- I will take you and show you how to guide your skies and rainbows and thunder into one great package of colossal unity (a Grand Union)!”
“I have come to retell stories from 1000 written pages, saying:
‘to hear our message
you must sail down to the river of gold
to the shore of knowledge
where the waters are always pure
always significant and unique
and you may taste from them
as long as you remain true
to your pain and growth’
You must decide what is asked”…
my hands cup
reaching to gather some drops
lips ready to taste,
eyes close
seeing that
Life is a river
that knows truth
4.
tonight before you climb into your people bed
cloudy head ready to float away
drift across your nighttime heavenly world
where people have no names
or numbers,
before you leave
please call my name
so I may join you in flight
though we are many miles apart
for if I knew when you were to breathe
I could ask the world to hold its breath
so your voice would come loud and clear
if I could recognize you before you left
I would remind you of my scent and my voice
that they are mine
that they are simple
that they are here for you
if you could to run to me
jump into my flesh
live with me there until there was no longer
room to air out our hungry hearts,
if it were possible to find such an easy way to die
we wouldn’t stand for excuses to conform
stretcher people
morticians living transplanted love-affairs
would not understand our free love
melodramatic that we’ve met each other
during a day full of moons
night filled with sunshine
and now all that is left is existence,
for a path has been presented to us
precisely,
obviously,
empathically
feeling good so often
makes feeling low
seem like a swimming pool in August…
December once told me she loved me…
I of course turned away,
and waited until the following June.
there she still loved me!
5.
wonderful times wonderful
is Pearl Bailey
singing
“Let There Be Love”.
eating chocolate chip cookies
sipping from a frosted glass of white wine
contemplating parties
beautiful pink panty hose feelings
to the first friend I make tonight-
I’d give you my guitar
should you find me
scribbling old b&w movies
we’d like to watch next week…
oh, if we were here together
you would sing your songs out
draw more pictures
busy gathering sunlight to spin wheels
if we were here together…
so goodnight my world.
now I think of crawling back into tomorrow’s lazy world.
goodnight, too, my Friend who I cannot touch
because if you suddenly awoke from your dream and came to me
it would be too quick and confusing.
these days I seem to see a bit more
and sometimes I speak of what I see.
so here it is, right in front of my eyes:
lying down
head nodding
covered with pillows
wrapped in treasures
captured by that trail of
livable love from life!
3/14/70