Full Moon Sable

I bake you cookies
in the night quiet.
A hundred sugars cover my hands,
like talc on moist fingers,
no matter how hard I try.
I mean to feed you a new cookie
as you dream in your bed in darkness.
You never notice the crumbs
until you wake and wipe them
into your mouth in a sweet fever.
Leaving only a last few
lost in your silken folds
that you demand I search out.
My fault for baking a
tender cookie.

Orchard

In the dining room
quiet in the summer heat.
Bowl of peaches
fragrant as a verdant dream.
Out the tall window,
squirrels chasing.

Stopping the Wheel

In the space of a fine glass our life glows.
Your heart and mine from out of innocence
flown together and spun away like young crows.
Now time's good seal, transferred rouge cements.
Curious valence called me to you early
when your self was fresh and new, dark houri,
like my own two eyes blue, blond hair curly
two seedling redwoods, pairing of glory.
And now your body tattooed, my eyes dimmed,
we seek oblivion by drink washing clean.
Our foggy tale told, the two ne'er sinned,
now taste, sip, swallow the liquor unseen.
It stops, that daylight titan for we two
Damaged goslings shared this, the echoing through.

The January Poem

Lit From Above
The bright moon overhead
watching, gliding.
My love, among black oaks
Intently striding.
As a whisper to my arms
two velvet hearts colliding.

Good bye, winter dream.

Good bye.

I will sweep by you on a summer wind, when you are happy at a bar-b-q.

You will know me by my fragrance and the softness of my fingers, that sound like the leaves.

And you will not be sad, you will be in joy that I happened by, I will surround you.

With a veil of beautiful words and thoughts, and the taste of lobster bisque.

with a veil of everything that ever proved true.

And you'll close your eyes with the coming of the wind, and nothing will have ended, and you will have every instant

that never was, in that moment, without regret.

I will leave for the seaside, and you will return to your friends. 

Despair

Alone in apartment
the silent tomb,

I am now forgotten
I can only presume.

Dread solitude extends its embrace,
such that I can remember not your face.

A floor scattered with me and with you
not a thing, not a thing I can do.

My heart silently cries
cries like a child

A yellow bear glances,
ever loving and mild,

He is quizzical, puzzled
with the other toys piled.

There is nothing
nothing left, not even the blue.

My lawless lip quivers
now the flood will ensue.

Stressed Out

Anxious and uneasy
indeed, for certain queasy;

Stressed stressed, I cannot remember
ever being blessed;

Glance at the window, peer at the door
fear of the beast that is prowling on the floor.

I offer just desserts to slow it in its tracks.

as I flee
a chorus soars
of never-looking-backs.

Instant Messenger

 In the bath, hot water steams
I trace letters on the glass;

Nothing fancy, nothing special
No Wasteland nor Leaves of Grass.

Will you notice in the morning,
My love's return, my sign?

Will you then treat me sweetly,
Or accuse me of a crime?

Pumpkintime

Looking at the ember mountains
I have thoughts of pumpkins at sunset
on the road to the ocean.

Autumn orange shining in the fields
like the fresh ikura I would steal
from you at dinner, to enjoy your pouting taste.

Offshore breeze in my face, driving fast
You were my companion
navigator of sharp tongue and soft lips.

But night has fallen on me
beneath telephone wires and tree branches
Alone to find the way by starlight.

Orphanage

  All assemble in that great receiving line
Each of us smiling, sparkling, seeking a sign.

I try to catch your eye, but no.
I bite my lip, and look to the ground, so.

Take me away, make me your own
A boy of potential, heart on spirit wings flown.

Yet you walk on, clutching your purse
I pray I pray to lift my curse.

From eye to eye, face to face,
Peering through your veil of lace.

And I am forgotten passed by
Naught but chores remain for me I cry.

Some other child may know your love
Not me, not me, my foolish heart,

a fluttering dove.

I am alone in this winter's day
No love for me, nothing to say.

Muted cloud green apple
sobs of filtered light
I smile wan, ever polite.

Autumn Leaves

A leaf, yellow and green,
Falling on a quiet street, unseen.

October comes, the wind blows
flip and whirl across the stones.

If you smell burning leaves
that is their nostalgia.

And if you slip on crushed red gold
dampened in the cool

Don't curse
the shy September rain.

Remember the weeping
leaves learn from the willow,

They can't
stem their aching flow.

I pray that though you may slip
you never ever fall,

Their pain
you never know.

My Love

I grip, your lower lip
from your soul, I purely sip.

Your heart I touch
Your grace I know.

Hands at your sides,
A pulsing flow.

As I return your tender traces
Breath of God upon our faces.

A fan of cards,
all four, aces.

November Wildlife

Do you yearn for any someone,
walking city street or country lane?

Does rough wind sweep gold rust past you,
As quickly as a train?

I am this tiger wrought of autumn's fallen
Claws that spark like flint and steel;

A beast of pure desiring
That knows your heart, and how you feel.

Now peering from the gutter
Gazing through the brush

You, my tender prey
Oblivious beside the bush

Lost in imagination as if in Dacia
Or perhaps, the Hindu Kush.

But I am there
As you spy sugar garnet maple,

and think of syrup sweet,
your staff of life, your staple.

Taken by the color, brush it 'gainst your vest
To dry and clean it, press it to your chest.

At once that five point leaf, it is my paw,
velvet strong tender, which no one ever saw.

Gripping you gingerly, to start a fire
Your tinder gasp is my proof in time,

Of an autumnal meeting
Our harvest love sublime.

Golden Mountain Child

She smirks at me, this black-haired girl
rice careless on her lips, eyes dancing
with happiness and mirth.

We try to talk, you and I,
but she demands the sum of our attention
speaking delight and joy in unshaped words.

Blistering with her
ungovernable charisma then
sparkling each time we look her way.

An unclouded heart
fired by the glance of strangers,
tugging her blue hat, throwing it away.

Who are you, little smiler,
with this tiny jade bracelet?
A princess of the world?

Sawgrass by rough cliff,
I swim in fierce saltwater,
so cold, wish for you.

Summertime

 summer, summer, summertime
time to sit back and unwind

Here it is the groove slightly transformed
just a bit of a break from the norm
just a little somethin' to break the monotony
of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be
a little bit out of control it's cool to dance
but what about the groove that soothes that moves romance
give me a soft subtle mix
and if ain't broke then don't try to fix it
and think of the summers of the past
adjust the base and let the alpine blast
pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
and put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime

summer, summer, summertime
time to sit back and unwind

school is out and it's a sort of a buzz
a back then I didn't really know what it was
but now I see what have of this
the way that people respond to summer madness
the weather is hot and girls are dressing less
and checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best
riding around in your jeep or your benzos
or in your Nissan stting on lorenzos
back in Philly we be ou in the park
a place called the plateau is where everybody goes
guys out hunting and girls doing likewise
honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes
she turn around to see what you beeping at
it's like the summers a natural afradesiac
and with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme
to hit you and get you equipped for the summer time

summer, summer, summertime
time to sit back and unwind

it's late in the day and I ain't been on the court yet
hustle to the mall to get me a short set
yeah I got on sneaks but I need a new pair
cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there
the temperature's about 88
hop in the water plug just for old times sake
break to ya crib change your clothes once more
cause you're invited to a barbeque that's starting at 4
sitting with your friends cause y'all remincise
about the days growing up and the first person you kiss
and as I think back makes me wonder how
the smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia
all the kids playing out front
little boys messin round with the girls playing double-dutch
while the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your family
reunion
then six o'clock rolls around
you just finished wiping your car down
it's time to cruise so you head to the summertime hangout
it looks like a car show
everybody come lookin real fine
fresh from the barber shop or fly from the beauty salon
every moment frontin and maxin
chillin in the car they spent all day waxin
leanin to the side but you can't spead through
Two miles an hour so everybody sees you
there's an air of love and of happiness
and this is the Fresh Prince's new defintion of summer madness

summer, summer, summertime
time to sit back and unwind

June, Upriver

Hot night, flicker streetlight
and fade.

The caress of a humid river evening
among its sisters arrayed,

by passage of time this starless flight
sits lonesome but not mislaid.

Summer still writes a letter of remembrance,
suffocating in its sweetness

She concealed we two in our furtive stroll.
Lovers in mind, daring no completeness.

Round the pond we wandered,
pressing close, murmuring our hearts.

No dusky idyll this, the dripdrop of sweat from our noses,
fierce stings of mosquitoes, no prick of roses

Only awkward memories, in countless little carts.

Tell me now, chili pepper,
Did you treasure those false starts?

Small

Dusk in the hammock
turned toward the river

thinking of you,
I shiver

I am child small, smell the approach of rain
thunder's boom, like a fallen plane

uncertain wind, massive drops
the flash, the crack, my clothing sops;

I count and count, to estimate distance,
wondering with an anxious "for instance,"

But your headlights shine bright with coming back, black tires roll on, crushing drive gravel.

I no longer mind the arc and report,
nor the pound of the gavel;

in your hurried hands,
the housekeys,
and my heart

I run to you on long wet grass,
an instant's travel,

to our dinnertime, your loving arms.

Heart of Darkness

Research started with a labcoat
white,

Dark desire burning
bright,

Heart flown on the wind, a
kite,

Now nausea do I feel
tonight,

At glow of radium
green clever sprite,

Now saltwater-blinded
dumb with this fright.

Sword of Light

I held you in my glove
tender blade,

Thought of gains
we both have made,

Now to my head and heart
evils cascade,

So glad of you
your howling song,

Thy dazzling pommel
a lotus splayed,

My sure defense,
in life's masquerade.