Poems
Skydiving
Not for the lonesome eagle’s sake do we make our way above the clouds.
Nor to evade the time traps made
To press us into crowds.
For when wildly soaring high
We pass the earthbound eagle by
And cry our own new notions
to the sun.
1976
The Old Road
A long drive through dry country.
I've been here before.
Yonder, my boy, the two-lane
we took in 1963,
and the bridge where
Starkweather and Fugate felled their last victim.
We looked for blood in the grass.
We shot at rabbits and hunted agates.
I see my father's fair pink face in the sun,
Thrust there by his relentless realim.
Roadside deer dead, legs up like sticks,
Bellies bloated without dignity
gave a sharp smell of death.
There is the farmhouse where we dreamed
of living with horses
and dogs in the yard.
Where do smiling faces go?
Another smell of death.
I turn to my son
and all i can say is, "I've been here before,"
and struggle to say more.
He looks at me with blank incomprehension. I talk to my boy,
He talks to his toy.
Will he notice, will he remember
or feel gouged by a bore?
More coffee and ice cream
together toward home,
to country we both know,
up a driveway we own,
And there is the door
i still have a key for.
#1
Curious of form
is the word fuck;
It starts like fun,
ends like yuck.
#3
The penis is a
sometime bone;
Held as dubious
by woman,
Joy to man alone.
Poem to Age
Let it go, leave it alone.
Sit back and feel
the sweet sun on your face,
Feel the cool wind
in your hair;
if you still have any.
Once you become geriatrical
No need to be theatrical.
2015
Hunger is the Only Truth
How do we get along
With all the people of the earth;
the people of the trees,
the people of the seas
and those who stare from crannies with eyes
full of hope, fear and action?
Have you ever noticed that everyone is edible?
We are all food.
2018
The Word That
Makes small minded bigots feel bigger,
Makes drunk frat boys bark and swigger,
Makes me love more
the broken children.
Go figger.
2020