REVELATION

napowrimo#12...secret codes...my partner had this list this morning ....fence...Doctor....Clarke...Fairley...college. A secret code???...well it turns out it was a list of things for her to do today (Fairley is name of a local lawyer)......using her list of words (in red) I came up with following poem


REVELATION

leaving Black Mountain College
blinded by the longitudes of the world
looking for abstract expressions
of Pollock and Clarke Coolridge
the meshing of art poetry and jazz
unable to believe Doctor Fairley
and his theory that X is true
because this list reveals nothing
a secret code for screaming souls
anguish to punish the pied piper
that flirts with the willow tree
believing all is written in Kerouac's
Tears In The Fence
revealing nothing

ROAD NOT TAKEN

napowrimo#11.....using the prompt...things I didn't choose


ROAD N OT TAKEN


putting my foot on the pedal
laying rubber down the interstate
looking for that gravel road less travelled
of dust and dirt
to set me free
believing a road is just a road
no matter if its Seattle or San Antone
missing that exit never known
where it went
what would have been
faceless ghosts or forgotten dreams
jesus on the cross
blinded by mean beams
hearing voices of lost prisoners
never noticing the miles
screaming at the scenery
at midnight or dawn
always moving on
sometimes missing that place
never been never seen
on the road to San Antone
the road not taken

CELEBRATION

napowrimo#10..celebrating..friends....napowrimo April 2010


CELEBRATION

celebrating triumph of human imaginations
amidst pitfalls and calamities
writing every day with linguistic excitement
mystery and emotion
thirty day marathon of the creative mind
sometimes evily subversive
a slow process of subtraction one cell at a time
Howling Wolf blues with Ginsberg
like wounded animals fading into a cloak of gentleness
eating lemon chiffon cake
dancing to a gypsy guitarist under a sky of tangarine dreams
and whiskey in heaven
family of poets feeling good feeling bad
writing poetry
celebrating

WATTLE AND DOUB

napowrimo#9...using 12 prompt words (in red)...words from old poem that did not pan out (IN CAPITALS)...something that tastes terrible and sound that makes me happy.



WATTLE AND DOUB

it was shabby chic
somewhere along Queen Street
winter 1967
looking for a massage parlor
or a jug of Johnny Walker
a neon sign flickered
Wattle and Doub
or was it Doubt
I limped in anyways
DOWN SOME WOODEN STAIRS
drunk
knotted muscles hurting
on bruise control
tripping
on some slimy octopus
entering some fringe festival of poets
Becky Strum writing thoughts of you
in her scholarly tome
Ginsberg with his jar of Johnny Walker
Kerouac with his pail of soup
we started to party
it was all good
except the horific swamp soup
so we danced all nite
sweet jazz
to Moe Kaufmann's Swinging Shepherd Blues
clearing the track for Eddie Shack


.....NOTE....Eddie "clear the track" Shack played for 1967 Leafs...his last year in Toronto and the LAST time LEAFS won Stanley Cup

LOVERS NEVER GET OLD

napowrimo#8...about lovers



LOVERS NEVER GET OLD

older
no focus
no mission
staring at each other
forgetting ourselves
who we are
who we were
unable to get off our chair
tears running down our cheeks
our inner being
never to be concealed
still in love

BEAUTIFUL NUN

napowrimo#7...a tanka about humor of love...or something



BEAUTIFUL NUN

shaved head
falling out of her robe
walking towards me
naked exceptionally beautiful
who doesn't desire me

HORIZONS

napowrimo#6 is inspired by my paintings


HORIZONS

my paintings explore the sacredness of place
influenced by serene prairie landscape
with the horizon a theme or metaphor
a point of stillness
reflecting back both top and bottom
some balanced energy
inviting more than describing
a tight sliver of line
where the sky meets the land
sometimes calm sometimes restless
an interplay between inner being
and physical outside world
the magnetic interval between these worlds
creating tension
between light and space
a placelessness between
the spiritual and material reality
always there