Hub Bones

December 29, 2008

Freddie’s dead,
dead is.

Amen to this
in jazz
and life
who ground his horn
on the edge.

with nature

December 29, 2008

the more i am
with nature –
the less of me
i must kill

my buddy

December 22, 2008


after playing in snow
he comes home
a confection

On the Outside Looking In

December 21, 2008

You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.

You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.

I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.

I look into
your restaurant –

you spend
my week’s wages
in a night

so elegant
so white

table cloths
and candles
fine wine
and waiters.

I could go on
and on,

but I have been ordered
to move along…

December 11, 2008


photo by qazse

Let it Snow

December 11, 2008

tonight we huddle –
crackling fire gives forth
all we will need

If you want to love Jesus

December 11, 2008

He looks like this:

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Not this:

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be the embracer

December 5, 2008

peace is a choice
do not wait for one’s embrace
be the embracer

When I Become Santa

December 4, 2008

We move operations south:
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other desperate places.

We will make toys
for souls.

Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and titillating toys.

Unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth

giving gifts.

image source

mazama moonshine

December 4, 2008


it guides our way home
moonlight on ghostly tracks
we left in daylight