September 2007
1 post
An Uexpected Visitor
Who is that waiting by my door? Monsieur Rimbaud Zut Alore! Where could he have come from Why is here Just to pass the time per chance To give me guidance that I lack On the road like Mr. Jack Or perchance to rest from travels long Inspire my with poem and song He comes fresh from the Paris Café He thought he’d just pass my way And give me regards from one Long gone One whose silence has become...
August 2007
13 posts
Wally Gets Married Without Us
Good by Platteville off to Wally wedding. Verona speed-trap cop, Viroqua liquor store replenish beer and Madtown!! The Whiskey sheepskin snakeskin dancing women too drunk too late to make rehearsal – ol’ Walczak is pissed already flat tire story doesn’t wash. On again Milwaukee bound leaden skies over open fields drumlins corn and meadow another small bar must stop beer out thirsty boys again....
They Called Her Lobster Girl
The lazy lobster girl lounges languidly in the lee of the tree gulping down lobsteritas grasped tightly in pincer like hands and squeezing out lovely lobster babies with fins and swimmeret’s to supply local freak shows and appear on Maury looking for pity and maybe some cash. Lobster girl leers longingly at a large lank lobster boy across the bridge of reality and wishes to mate their spunk and...
The Ize Have It
I been Analyzed Vandalized Hydrolyzed Murdilized Scandalized Supersized Victimized And Unionized Time to open eyes Repatriatize Fertilize And otherwise Move along…
Craters of the Moon, ID 1973
Clouds of ash Follow future footsteps and hang in the past Jagged lava walls A fossil of a fiery past juts from clinker strewn earth The ground still sweats the heat Wild Indians lived here What they ate I do not know Salt brush and Cinders As far as the eye can see An unforgiving landscape Dotted with fragments of crater walls And tubes made of Mad molten mud spewed from the gut of the earth...
Lost in the Politics
Where is my country The country I fought for Where is my America Trodden beneath the feet of uncaring Politicians Noisy special interests Bought and sold By corporations and lobbyists No longer for the people But for the select few The boy next-door Can no longer be president Unless next-door Is in Martha’s Vineyard Presidents and politicos Are not held accountable The vote is a sham When you...
Writting Into the Wind
My soul lies on crisp unturned pages On the back self in a dark corner Of some obscure bookstore Waiting for recycling The pages torn out Blown through back alleys Urinated on by coyotes And eventually Returning t the dust As we all will
Lake 7
Alls quiet Not a breath stirs Where the woods meet the water In search of some Perch Or Bass Or pike Lurking in the logs near the shore The cast And ripples spread Across the clam water Marring the reflection of overhanging trees Reel slowly No rush Soaking in the colors The smell of woods and lake The sound of restless cattails A heron fishes patiently next to me He has more luck A bite in the...
He stood As tall as he could And proclaimed himself The Decider Whilst astride her And sent our young off To punish the unwashed Devils that broke our buildings The young went willingly At first And died as they fought To free a people with no idea of freedom The Decider deluded himself And us With the thought everyone Wants Wal-Mart And Cadillacs But some folks Want their shackles And are happy...
I want a house With a view Of something besides My neighbor’s house A house with Paint on the walls And a kitchen That can cook I know there Are folks Who have no houses And I Wish they could all have houses with a view Of something else Besides their neighbors And a kitchen that cooks And a fridge full of food.
Various
Most People’s Mountains Mountains take the breath away Windswept Trees cling on for dear life Talus strewn and glorious in their winter clothes Desert Mountains Cactus climbs to new heights Hard-baked bare brown boulders Strewn in a pile Spearing through the desert floor So what? So very tired Tough to wake up Even tougher to understand why I woke up in the first place It has to Rain Somewhere ...
Sand Country, N. Wisconsin 1973
Sand and pines Roads of sand Washouts and ribs Leading through pines Green tunnels running forever Hazel brush along the sides So poor schmuck trying to farm The corn looks poorly Already a nip in the air The few hardwoods in the hollows have a tinge of color, only the end of August Fresh woodsy smell The sound of ancient language coming from Hidden talkers Obscured by the branching trees The...
Don't Go Near the Woods at Night
Darkness eats the grass and trees Creeping on devouring all in its Wake No time to linger The prickly man lingers In the forest shadows Waiting for a tender victim A tasty morsel to Happen along There lives the Hodag And the Axe Handle Eater And all manner of malicious beasties Waiting for their turn Skulking in the eaves of the forest Waiting for one to dare to Approach Hard beaks, thorny arms...
Money
Junk bonds Housing crash In the crapper We are all in the crapper Poor loans Usurious interests Foreclosure All words for today children Homeless Penniless On the street Down at the heels The rich get richer Wall Street Banking Exploitation Minimum wage Pull the handle Down we go
July 2007
20 posts
First and Last
First love First beer First conquest A notch in the headboard First cigarette First friend First car Soon the first pass Fun fades flatulently Things are second best Tarnished Rusted Stale Then come the lasts
Thoughts on AZ
The Odd Couple Moon greets the sun Over thorny saguaro Stealthy coyote confused By the meeting Wild Fire Clouds tease Hot lightning fires Men rush to put them out Wind spreads the flames Take the Bus Hard driving Traffic choked Construction barricades Commute to hell End of Agriculture in Arizona Abandoned houses Silent fields The migrants gone on Never to return
Stolen Kisses are the Sweetest
Hit and run Stolen kisses Behind the tree When no one watches
Rudderless Land
The government is Like a car full of passengers No one holding the steering wheel No one reading the map Just a car Careening wildly down the road Hitting the curbs Running down citizens On cement sidewalks Splashing puddles of muddy water on The poor begging along the side of the road And they spit out the window at passing soldiers While the radio plays loud warnings That go unheard
Alarm Red
Red scar sears the sky A whoosh of wings Avenging angles streak overhead Toward the red fuming acid Their rage shakes the heavens, Flays the flesh from the evil one Strips of his flesh litter the ground In a flash and a bang it is over Alarm Red!! Don hood and mask and gloves Alarm Red!! Don Hood and mask and gloves The moment has passed The danger intercepted and dispatched By two lovely white...
The Scent of Her
The scent of her lingers I could track her as the wolf Tracks its prey Over rocks and through streams I would pursue her Till the pads on my paws were broken and bloody I would follow her Follow that delicious smell, that aphrodisiac on the air I would pounce Losing myself in her soft hot flesh Drink her up until My thirst was sated Then lie quietly in her embrace Soft breezes carrying away the...
Cumulus Nimbus on the Horizon July 07
Clouds tease the horizon With light caresses Wispy veils drawn over tender flesh Enticing Romancing The horizon softening in response As the clouds bathe it in filtered light and Feed the dry earth from their swollen breasts The grounds bloom in their wanton climax Rosy and heated The clouds exhale panting in their release Then go their way Earth and cloud parting As lovers often do Till next...
Rain in the Desert
Dark clouds Wall of dust Muddy rain Chokes the dry wash
80 Cent Quarts: Lewisburg 1972
Back roads paved and otherwise Drive forever The case of beer in the front seat almost gone Got to get to Lewisburg for 80 cent quarts Past the Lonely Hearts club A rough tumble town Two bars and a gas station Walk into the bar Hostile stares from aging men of the soil Long hair rowdy kids intruding on their domain Pounding cheap quarts of beer Then back to town Over the rough ribbed roads The...
Memories
Florida 1968Apalachicola Lies simmeringOn the back burnersOf my mindTurkey Hunting 1979Deep snow, more fallingNuthatch on the tree Chickadees romp On the bill of my hat
Sheringham January 19, 1915
First bombs from above Brought Civilian casualties Dada
Last Kiss
Peck on the cheek “You’re a sweet guy” Goodbye On to separate lives
Arizona Suite
Arizona July 07 Sun bites dust dry Heat waves Hard packed earth The world sweats bullets No Bare Feet Allowed Sting scratch bite Hard-shelled swift strike Thorns scales stings poison Life in the desert Welcome to Arizona No card No luck no job Held for Ransom Deportation Welcome to El Mirage Slow decay Under hot sun Tumbleweed yard, stray Dead end Day dreaming Impure thoughts Jeans...
Drunk in LaCrosse, 1972
Someone’s grandma dancing on the stage To b side music Silver hair glistens in dimestore lights Blue Tiger burning bright Fill my craving for the night Cheap beer spills Puddles on the bar Grainbelt tastes like shit The Green Death ties knots In the stomach And causes the colon to turn on itself A fat lady gets up and mother earth breasts strain at cheap fabric The music gets worse The Grainbelt...
Three Nails and a Crescent
Take your prophets and gods Nail them to steely technology Scorn their mouths Speaking in tongues of hate Scorn their hands reaching for wealth and power Scorn their feet standing on the backs of their followers Burn their tracts and break the altars Break the chains that hold you Cut through the lies with sharp knives Scorn their promise of virgins or gold They are all false idols Concocted by...
Omega
Time is a cruel master Takes more than gives Withers and flays As he presses onward Ever onward No going back, no skipping forward Levels the mountain Fills the valley Dries up the lakes Tames the oceans And someday will Turn our rock into a charred lump With us or without us Who will carry on? Will we be lost in space Last remnant of the human race Or will alien eyes Gaze at our lifeless stone...
Big Box
Walton would take the stars from their field Replace them With a simpering Smiley face Fill your pockets at people’s expense Leave them raped and ruined Destitute under the midday sun Move on and Devour another Town, another business Another country Leave nothing by wrack and ruin in your wake The American Dream The white picket fence more for less For you and yours No chicken in anyone’s pot No...
Crap
Day in, day out Time pounds me senseless No point No reason Just on and on Waiting for some ending Marking time Tired of life Tired of pointlessness Not much left But aches and pains Annoyances and problems No resolution Just working to work Paying to pay Living in a place Taking up space Waiting for My god given purpose to Finally reveal Itself But not much hope That that will ever happen ...
What's Love
Her love drools down the insde of her legs The alpha and omega lies between her widely spread thighs I pray into the curve of her breast As I ease into creation as close to heaven as this soul will ever get Our cries are prayers in the night temple the muffled weeping of virtue lost Now a partially decayed memory can’t even remember her name Can no longer feel the touch of her flesh...
Her
Neosporin Won’t heal the scars She left on my heart
June 2007
2 posts
Beat to Death
I want to read poetry In dimly lit book shops Drink cappuccino While wearing wool shirts frayed at the elbows Want to listen to The Ventures Hear someone read the Howl Travel back in time Wear a goatee And snap my fingers In appreciation
Slash and Burn
Come, Pick up your pen As a lightning bolt it burns your truth into the page It cuts out their hearts Bleeding hearts dripping Their life blood Into the spongy loam of Some long forgotten consciousness Come, Put aside your gun, Raise up your voice As thunder let it clear the air of untruth Let it bring down the walls and shake the fundament Hide not your light, Hide not your sound or senses...
May 2007
5 posts
Under the Weather
Over 100 Glaring sun at midday Washes away the colors Cooks the birds in the tree Panting through open beaks Particulate No amount of tears Can wash the skies Blue Again
Autumn Reminisce
The trees hold their breath Not a sound in the woods No creaking or chirping The faded leaves fall silently
Sandstorm
There’s sand in my boots From other people’s deserts I leave it in there So I don’t forget who I am
Hanging Out
Hob Nail Hang Nail Hang Fire Fire at will
One More Nail in the box
I am not old I am not young I am well worn Marking time
April 2007
7 posts
For the Fair One
Not knowing No way of knowing Is she still with us Has she moved on
Lust in the Machine Age
Svelte cream-colored case Twin 20” monitors She had everything To make my drive hard
Breath of the Desert
Wind and dust, dust and wind Palms bend fronds straight out leeward Look like the dude Listening to huge speakers in a small room
Deadeye Kurt
Dead and gone What were you doing on 11 April When he died Lights out at the slaughterhouse
Yellow means "step on it"
Damn light Waiting, waiting, waiting… Will it ever turn?? 15 minutes in hell
88 in March
Sun pounds the yard Lemon tree melts Yellow and green swirls on the ground Pretty damn hot
Frome
To hell with the season Don’t need any reason As many syllables as I please a four line poem