Nippon

We can relish in the wonders of
foreign soil, the oddities and attractions
the differences in people, in culture
the samenesses in people.

We can taste of the richness of otherness
exploit the good and leave the bad
eat the hot soup on a hot day
sweat through our shirts the exoticness

We can all live together by force
or by sheer will of peace or
sheer will of god, or whatever.

We will consume.

Booze Part III

It was loneliness

As vomit squeezed from my throat
with anger and sadness in dizzying
repetitious alternations
painful and all directed inward.

Physiological responses to poison
spurred psychological responses
to the deed I had rendered upon
my poisoned body.

It was loneliness

That forced tears from
my eyes to a dirty towel that
was next to me on the bathroom floor
and all this I knew, was either the end
or the beginning of hell.

That day and the next
was proof.

Tired and Cash Broke

Bad days get better
and good days get worse
always thinking
plotting
calculating

Bay days get worse
good days too
so stop thinking
of ways to escape.

Relish in the badness
and the goodness
swim in it all
till your guts hurt
and then some

Humor me...

To the Sea. Part I

The deep blue of the vast sea beckons
its hand guiding my soul
taking my mind through its depth
preparing for underway.

And I contemplate the daydream ecstasies
of sailing forth with joy to see
the shores, be they peopled,
deserted, windward, or lee.

I contemplate the nightmare war guns real
missiles, sinking ships flooding steel
massive storms and heavy nights
scared cold panic soaked with fright.

I mind the solemnity of open water sail
of which sailors have spun yards of tale
and a solo voyage someday I'll take
100 nautical miles a day I'll make

I think of her who I may sail with for days
my love my lady, with me in the waves
and dancing, she dances her sweet dance with me
I think of her love and my life with the sea.

Let It All Go.

Hello Audience...

I am allowed to speak to you from here,
peering down upon your beautiful faces,
hoping that every word I say
will somehow brighten your day

while simultaneously elevating me to a position
where I could reach an even greater audience,
thus allowing me to use the energy I glean from performing

to cause supreme
pleasure amongst
throngs of intelligent
humans.

IV

Its a quick escape
a hole to climb down in
It can be made comfortable or
quick and painful.

She's Your Baby plays
in the background
and like all sweet songs
it touches the heart.

Sing sweetly wake swiftly
singer of song musician.
Poet craft poems until the days end.
All days end contemplator.

Be ready, be here
smile more, sing more
listen, breath, mind.

Whay

Night
inside me
stirs sublime
past lives,

is it past pain
driving memories
or memory
motivating nostalgia?

Impermanent
as is the earth and sun
I slowly age,
waiting for something

hoping feels good
allowing myself to hope.

Deny yourself not the joys of hope! I think
enjoying the stars and the chill
of the sudden southern cold
wondering whether to live in the moment,
future, or past.

Thank you night sky
for your assistance.

To: Papa Shooter

Hows life in Brown Town?

Is it full of frowns
or dancing clowns.
Is it all yesterdays and grim
or futures full, nice tits and slim?

Have the back woods slime bags come for you yet?
Have the purveyors of plastic shit forced your bets?
Or have you sustained a pattern of boldness
Kindness, happiness, never-grow-oldness?

But don't sweat monkey men, our steady steaming shit
is natural sons and daughters fat, so eat your fill of it
fill your bellies on feces fresh and fill your kids' plates too
for all be told; eating shit is better than shit eating you.

Booze Part II

Got all drunk
tired stumbling
barely could walk
some assholes wanted to

throw down
so I killed them with
a small knife
I keep with me.

What really happened
was some of my buddies
who smelled like shit
vomit and beer and coffee

pushed me to the rear
while the guys who started
called the cops.

Excellent Reading.

I heard this question posed in a class:

What is more important the book itself or the review?

Robert Creeley Review/History. Good Read!

I's Sorry Self.

I's sorry self
for letting
fade you

for giving up you
especially in your
worst time of need

when youd have me
being all of what
I would hate for you

you see I jus' can't
jus' couldn't
be what youd have me be

so get yo' greedy
mean vain ass
out my head!