Heroes

Achilles sits hory head in hands
His warriors mane blowing in the wind
From Houston street as two naked
Puerto rican girls walk around us in the apartment
And the news comes in, we are one Patroculs less.



He has left for some obscure coastal town
In Mexico to manage in that quieter realm
But I knew this was a lie
Because he died in my arms the night before,
Vengeful and silent


Pierced by Hector's China white line!

Stars

Stars......we will be worrying William
If more of them than all earth's grains of sand.
Lets' look up and view the milky band.
No star for Sisyphus or Ulysses named.
One groans eternal.The other warred ten years
then cursed he roams bereft of beacon homeless
for another ten.
Fretting through life it lives apart from thee.
Lets' look up until we find our stars if you
will...... I'll call mine David. You can call yours
Bill.

Ma

With pain I stay in bed today
and Ma came to my lips
In pliant furtive whispers that
never passed the room. My
minds eye saw them drift away
across town to your tomb.
They hung above the soil where
Your ashes lay and there my
Whispers hugged you until
The day of doom.

The Hunt

This fedid folly starts anew in jungle,
desert or mountain view. Sometimes
streets and alleys do. What is the game
Reserved for few of those who we can
persue. Rabbit, duck, boar or hind
perhaps we'll stalk a kindred kind
Dangerous and elusive too. A prey
thats venomous and few where peace
and mercy is no bon se vous. Rangers
never tarry where the antelope and
Grizzly bear have only meat, hide and
hair. And you must keep your weapons
Sharp when out tracking after dark.
Then let us count the kills and see
how we have done our infamy.
The labour of our souls will be no less
When they count you and me.

Time

Time the grand illusion
The players and the prophets
Sold. In distance and velocity
the night and day of life unfold.

Now

Bow beneath the hunter moon
Sparkling stars the month is June
Wild whisps skies purple breath
fridged space of air bereft.
Winking sun and blushing moon
bow and curtsy late in June.

I Ponder

I ponder the pavement
My shadow overtakes your shadow,
From curb to curb
Traversing 'tween traffic
My footsteps impose on your footsteps.

I, descending the bus
You, waitihg to board
In tacit tango
We make way
Step aside,
Quicken or relax the pace.
We accommodate each other
Civilly, Silently.

We are not baboons embattledon Babel.

I ponder the puzzle
As you swirl around me
What obstacle impedes the dialogue
That could take us from other to brother?

Ms Margret

Waking at two score and ten
I groan and curse the creaking
I should have more respect it seems
Its to old age I'm speaking.

He creeps upon me night and day
and beats me when I'm sleeping.
I feel him in my bones and teeth
He blurs my lucid peeping.

No turning back its all ahead
no pain no dread no sorrow
Through time and tide I must ride
To age one more tomorrow.

The Wind

The wind howls and whistles up and down the scale. Softening low to whispers from a screaming

piercing gale. Pounding on the rooftop. Walloping the rail. Groping through the window seams,

billowing curtains like a sail. Panes and planters rattle battered by it's ubiquitous flail.

The wind howls and whispers up and down the scale.

I......Ibex

After a gradual imperceptible progression. Having reached the penultimate perimmeter. looking back now to whence one had come. Reviewing the way-side
stops of that journey one is yet at center, even the edge of orbits' expanding concentric circles.
Some eccentricity for touching tangents sparks electricity for quantum leaps. From perilous to
perilous...... Like an Ibex above an abyss.