a samisen song
burnished blue in brisk sunlight
a free sea side dawn.
Unknown, likely 1999
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one in a ten million
how many times does it seem?
that the step taken was a word on a plaque.
when your way is plagued by the blue velvet fog,
quite like the purple haze or the indigo smog.
it is a day of the grandest sort the one that is clear.
in nine of ten million
you would not even realize it was so.
in 9,999,990 out of that ten million
you could not even realize that it was not.
but on that one day designed by dogs.
you realize that there is a path to your route and it is right.
May 1999
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Dora the Implorer
The zipper spilled a watery nun on the ground.
Her presence demanded steps of inspiration,
groans towards the heavenly helicopters,
and for the father to relieve the fevers, the chills,
but she evaporated and left winter turf,
so he clenched his hand and demanded milk, spat it out,
and sobbed where her liquid bosom had lain.
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Digital “High Clues”
You can now download digital versions of my poetry book at Kobo.
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Valdosta, GA
The screens shouted and the opportunity beckoned me to remember her gaze.
A search party had been called, the helicopters have been roaring
The roman chronicles are blazing and my love cries.
Oh dumb me, libraries are only good for a shower and a book.
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Soon the Eleven Gates
Along the smouldering rice pyres
Within ear shot of dancing mynas
And between the sequential whitewash gravestones
Were ceaseless chalky reminders
Of how far it would be until our travails were ending
Our eight spoked wheels no longer to turn
When we would collapse as if we were asleep
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For Whomever It May Concern
Two lit British soldiers were high upon the wall
Side reflected in the the mirror and the harping was nothing at all
If only they could dance on the bald suit it would be a ball
But the bartender needed to serve a blackberry and decimated the dream.
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“high clues” is now for sale
If you have a desire to part with 4.5 + shipping you can get a copy of “high clues,” my first book of poetry on Amazon. A kindle version will be forthcoming.
thirteen persons postured around a mahagony table bickering, wearing red spotted dresses and blue suits
this was the music that i labored over
as i felt the substance with my fingers
and sculpted the bust from pure white clays
i was startled by some shouting and my knife slipped
but i painstakingly recreated the mangled orb
i knew not how to construct a comb over
so fashioned a funny french hat instead
it was as if a boulder crushed me and rolled down the hill
but i had finished and the bust was displayed in a gallery near the earthroom
several years later vladimir putin saw me at a cocktail party and informed me, “you did a great job with my eyes”
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the marxist is going
to hack off our arms with his rusted machete and throw them into the latrine
or slip a scorpion under our mosquito net while we are sound asleep
or unscrew the cap to the coffee and in an instant mix it with the bark of dumbcane just in time for morning breakfast
or point out two pairs of macaws soaring bright and high in the overcast jungle sky
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