to be a delight
July 11, 2006
a young
supple leaf
amid many others
firmly affixed
to a whipping green limb
riding the wind
suckling milk
without pause
basking in the nurturing sun
according shade
to the lovers
below
1981
twilight on the porch
July 11, 2006
it’s a big ass mosquito! whap
whap whap
whap
got’em
damn – it’s a daddy long legs,
sorry man
( he staggers away from
my reach )
2003
haiku by Pfizer
July 10, 2006
she is a shy girl
we medicate her each day
she is a delight
2006
like quiet is a place
July 10, 2006
was it a place?
maybe it was a place –
like quiet is a place
to stop amid the noise
and find yourself there.
was it a process?
maybe it was a process –
like birth is a process
to come into something
you have – and have not – been in before.
was it a game?
maybe it was a game –
like a tree is a game
to hide up among the leaves
knowing autumn will soon arrive.
circa 1985
happy cat
July 9, 2006
a bag tips over
grapes roll by like green mice
cat gives chase
BINGO lingo
July 8, 2006
when our parish has BINGO
I wonder:
how can we call birth control
unnatural
1982
Perhaps… 2
July 6, 2006
our lives
are the
hands of God
kneading Love
into the protoplasm
2005
where then?
July 5, 2006
it may seem
as one gets older
and friends
begin to die off
and associates
begin to die off
and siblings
begin to die off
and unknown age-mates
populate the obituary
it may seem
life has become a game
of musical chairs
2004
In Walked Sid
July 3, 2006
This is a fantasy of the mind,
a song of the heart,
and a reality of the soul.
It is a true story:
IN WALKED SID
the saxophone cries harshly
where is Sid
where is Sid
where has that cat gone?
the piano starts to pound
where is Sid
where is Sid
who will play our song?
for so many years he gave anew
what he had received
never held back a single note
while through the reed he breathed
a reality to be understood
an affirmation
that life was good-
to listen not in the way we are told
but in a way that was rather, bold.
JAZZ was his religion
more than any other
saying in a million ways,
you gotta love your brother.
and as a singer never tires of song
and a bee never tires of flowers
we always dug that special man,
we were so damn glad he was ours.
So when we heard that he was gone
we went blue funk into black
as we began to realize
the cat
ain’t ever
comin’ back…
then imperceptibly at first
before we could hear
or see
a song washed onto this shore of souls
and some bop began to be
we couldn’t help but begin to smile
as the sun began to shine
and everywhere a cat could see
things started lookin’ fine…
then Sid blew out a rainbow of notes
to say everything is cool
out here we’re really cookin’ man
and Charlie Parker’s teachin’ school!
1999
breathe peace
July 3, 2006
breathe peace
into your soul
with every step
it is
the way
God is
in this world –
Spirit
2006
inspired by the writings of Tich Nhat Hanh
qazse 