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The skunk
and the Dove
cross my path
it is a Void
Course of the Moon,
my love waits
for a sign:
(something to
show the way)
while aphids play
in tiny circles
on one rose, the
others having escaped,
a sure sign that
the world is
changing evidenced
by odd little fluffy
green balls
hanging from
an ancient tree
parked next to
my door, it has
seen many come
and go, and still
surprises with
these blooms
in the Void
Course of the Moon,
when nothing
is supposed to
happen, but
everything does,

WE DID IT
IN OUR OWN
SWEET WAY:
THE SECRET
WEDDING
THE GOLDEN DREAM
I WORE A DRESS
OF MY NANA’S,
LONG AND FABULOUS
BLUE
AND GLAMOUROUS
IT FIT LIKE A GLOVE,
A PERFECT GOWN
FOR A DAY OF LOVE,
THE OUTCASTS
GATHERED, THE
HOT AND THE NOT
A SELECTED FEW
AT DUSK, IN
THE GARDEN THAT
NEVER WAS,
A NICKNAME FOR
THE PLACE WHERE
WE FELL FOR
EACH OTHER,
HOVERING OVER
LIZARDS AND
BUTTERFLIES
IN A CLOUD OF
THAT FUNNY
SMOKE, WE
AGREED IT WOULD
BE A JOKE ON
THE WORLD
TO MARRY OURSELVES
ON CHRISTMAS
EVE, AND TELL
NO ONE: THE EXWIVES
THE SLAIN BOYFRIENDS
THE NOSIES ~
MY DAINTY POSIES
WERE A TESTAMENT
TO ANOTHER TIME,
WOUND AROUND
LONG GOLDEN
LOCKS, SNUGGLED
NEXT TO MY
BROTHER, WHILE
THE SCANT FEW
WE WANTED
STOOD IN A CIRCLE
AND WE JOINED
OUR LIVES,

Today my new
Baby was born
and I celebrate
her shining
presence, not
as you would
suppose, she
is 382 pages
and very slick
all green parts
and words
from the heart
of Big Sur,
what a ride
it has been,
music from
New York,
art from the
masterful
Nepenthe genius
everything changing
from day to day
I cannot keep up
time to sink
into D. Matthews
he knows my
soul, not so much
Rock and roll,
more like a step
into the far
reaching universe,
“Do what you know”
he sings today,
“Do what you love”
and it is the way
of my world,
running upstream
unanswered dreams
oceanic schemes,
if nothing is what
it seems, then
what is it,
(just wondering)

The light of
America
shines late
at night,
we hold our
breath at
the sight
of people
come to
celebrate a
great patriot,
turning into
his second
term of office,
we may not
recognize
the jolly
fair thee well
fellow of
yesteryear,
this man is
serious and
gray, with
the same quirky
smile and
a strong step,
he wears it
well, this
mantle of
leadership
despite the
naysayers
we all see
the beauty
of presidency
the pride and
determined
actions, dancing
with a woman
he loves,
holding the family
close, it seems
to be a pattern:
STICK TO
YOUR GUNS,

The essence
of life
never fails
us, even
in the mean
streets
the dreams
that break
Spirit,
the rapture
of light
disappearing
from sight
when needed
most,
deepest
fantasies
are part of
the secret
they lie
inside the
curve, the
bend in the
road where
you take
a chance,
and if we
only live
once, then
let this time
shine,
in pain
in love
in gain

Will you
make love to me
on this cold
and rainy day,
play with
my heart
tear me apart
take my breath
away,
it’s one of
those times
when I’m
hungry for you
more often
than not
much overdue,
I’ve tried other
avenues
sung other songs
but somehow
I know this
is where I belong,

As always,
it is the surprise
the uncertain
that knocks me
off my feet,
and so the grand
reveal of a new
book, the brilliant
cover art,
the pristine pages
the words appearing
as if by magic
when I know
exactly what
is coming next,
a birth without
parents,
but with pages
of a tale
wrapped in love
and fantasy,
the wiles of
the world and
sadness of time,
danger and
death, it’s
all there,

Sweet sweet
Girl, you are
In the depths
of despair
the lines
of black crows
surround the
airborne stain
it is the past
coming back
to bite your
tender behind,
over and
over, the same
pain, no gain
the ravages
of early days
the power plays
distanced
only by moments
of détente,
the infant voice
becomes a mother
calling out
to come home
be good,
don’t be like me
do what I say
not what I do,
how much is
that worth
to you,
find a path
out of the
maze, it’s
choking your
throat,
so cut
the losses
there is still
time to make
your mark,

You wonder
as you observe
The Platinum
Parade
about who
owns those
vehicles, the
shiny fine
old Delahaye
smooth and sleek
as the guests
peek behind
the curtains
of the folks
who live in
this famous
place, where
the race to
be rich is
hardly evident,
not necessary
nor contrary
we have our
own entertainment
perhaps a Ferrari
or two
included in the
zoo, along with
a fine Dusenberg
several wild boar
heads and some
lynx and tiger skins,
do you imagine
that we are eating
the brains of young
calves, and drinking
the water of the kings
while we watch
the springs of a
Testarossa bounce
the pot holes
of great golf
courses, where
are the horses,

In the space
of your desire
I find a most
fabulous feeling,
an awakening
long buried,
way down
under there,
painfully
gone for
so long,
afraid, yes
I was
now I can
admit to that
there is no
other way
to say it,
I put myself
out to pasture
cut off those
advances
which would
make me
feel anything
akin
to your loving,
and now you
have faced
me down
with your
style and
guile,
straightforward
sexy moves,
tender holding
in the night,