Tuesday, March 9, 2010

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!

Monday, February 1, 2010

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.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Saturday, January 9, 2010

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.

Friday, January 8, 2010

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.