A New Song
One thousand spices
One thousand fragrances
One thousand recipes
One cook, One kitchen
One mouth
Always open to eat, to sing, to sigh, to pray.
One breath
One song
Who is this singing?
Who is this listening
What is this new song
I've known all my life?
Dead Musicians
the night watchman sits in a darkened room
smoking a cigarette
listening to jazz on a small plastic radio
he's guarding a store full of things
that no one in their right mind
would ever attempt to steal
outside the streets are cold and empty
there is nowhere to go
nothing to do
no one to see
the steam pipes cough
dead musicians play
a lonely music
how does a man walk at six o'clock
like a river
like a blade of grass
like an insect death
like first light on a doomed city
like blackbirds exploding
from a dead
tree
like mountain dust
like slow gunpowder drift as
i put the moon up to my skull & pull the trigger
may 5,69
Wedding Poem
Four eyes One vision
Four feet One road
Four lips One kiss
Two tongues One song
Two hearts One beat
Two souls One soul
Many friends One celebration
Many children One family
Many pathways One journey
May you walk together all your days
in peace and beauty, surrounded by love
and light
Love at First Sight
a soft crescent of lite
turning slowly in the sky
it is the moon
it becomes a smile
it becomes yr face
there are thousands of stars in the sky
twinkling twinkling
now there are only two
yr eyes
you turn to me &
the air dances in the space between us
Prayer
now i lay me down to fuck
to kiss an fondle touch an suck
if i shud come before my mate
then i will help her masturbate
