The Jazz was promptly
swept away so the old men
could watch the girls jive
I love kissing slow
matching our lips to and fro
between breath and bite
Danced on the terrace
with a blonde under the moon
may have got me sick
Gossip allows scenes
to thrive as long as there are
cigarettes and hats
Sipping red wine in
tiny glasses, salty air
Ravens in palm trees
Iron Skillets Rule
the small kitchen by the beach
Dozen different jams
Please, river of dunes
Give me strength to defy, thy
Father shrinks me so
City boy won't live
beyond blue lake's teeth
patterns sinking deep
Chorus of pine hush
over human engine roar
seat in fallen tree
after a shower
wearing whatever chosen
a sex thought collects
Insignifigant
You are, but you know people
Love mind does mean more
Sticky old grease coats
ephemera, collected
between meals and sleep
Once paid with sea shells
rocks and feathers, now faces
on coin and paper
Saving money for
the unconfirmed tomorrow
subscribe if you like
Black cats replace the
souls of dead dogs, no matter where the water walks
An empty bullet
shell shot out of the chamber
Good shot, wasted round
King palm tree stands guard
As Daughter Moon changes for
the ball of faces
Half moon hides behind
fog tonight, crickets provide
songs drifting to sleep
At least once a day
neighbor graves are in shadow
chris and Anthony
Even in death, they
are a show, an attraction
highlight of the trip
Taking pictures of
graves we won't look at again
effort made at least
Ducklings born near graves
Hollywood sign down the street
David Lynch haunts there
Rest with bronze mothers
graves behind a wall of fame
only if you look
Did Chris Cornell think
He would be buried next to
Tony Scott, post Life?
Maps to the dead stars
Garden of Legends share the
sun with koy and reptile
Wind blows through the zoo
of the dead, visitors balk
at unfamous stone
Satan, God's lover
would only love her, not man
go to hell, she said
Always looking down
walking, even when they're stopped
experience, now
Roast beef floats up there
cosmic sandwich for all time
better with Swiss
I was just debris
unwanted shredded lettuce
wandering dungeon
I was in your way
discarded shredded lettuce
one root beer float, please
Am I at my best
dehydrated and a mess
Basement folk think so
Sun Setting shines through
old wood blinds on black barman's eyes, hero thief
Homeless woman throws
batteries, bouncing off the
trees, lithium screams
Wish you dead, dying
like the animal kingdom
hope to sleep past ten
Two herons flirting
Scuttle by trees covered in
Forgotten blankets
Pekish, Close to noon
amongst the many chairs I
sit, peel an orange
As the tequila
takes me, I question neon
Soon bile will eat
Husks of the polypS
Blue, clear like potato ships
thousands washed ashore
Furious shaking
goes the fever tree
A brave woman cries
Three margaritas
two tacos and a cold beer
Hepburn and Tracy
Locked up behind the
shadow of our joy, working
on an escape plan
Endless apartments
Exits under stairs, bedrooms in
the crawl space, lost
Lovers hug under
dead, stuffed mongoose in dim light
Warmer than sand
The Star Destroyer
rises from the windy sea
orchestra of moan
dragon is the greed
keeping your nirvana from
where it needs to go
Holding on, when she
let go a long time ago
She is your dragon
Listen to the song
throwing it all away, sail
into sunset storm
Even in my dreams
She's screaming at me, stop stop
looking, stop, stop
Fell in love with fire
who did not wish to be tamed
got burned, torched my core
night with a good friEnd
of long, can be what you need
to fight tomorrow
Welcoming today
I remember Yesterday
Tomorrow assumed
Friends discuss how much
they can't stand other friends, prove...
that you're worth a damn
Just off the highway
vibrant purple tree greets me
Flowers dance in sun
My old dreams trying
to lose me around the bend
new paper shimmers
If a leaf could talk
it too would be alien
like if trees could run
Are leaves curious?
Or do they only wait to
change color? Brittle
But what about the leaves?
DO they care where the other
one falls, where it goes?
The Curious folk
back home watch and listen
to the news from space
Aliens like trees
pilots like leaves, leave, descend
into the unknown
Ride lonesome until
You've got room for someone else
lose the luggage quick
Had dinner alone
with the radio and the
cow's skull compANY
Middle toe, left foot
possibly broken, baby
a purple carrot
It's wallowing fuel
clawing at my groin, what dreams dream of, and swallow
Music dives in, fish
jump out, the river flows East
The tunnels follow
On the banks of the
LA River, a man plays
the harmonica
Can't seem to find my
home again, home is where I
Push on without you
Waiting to see you
walk out of every vintage
store I pass, you don't
Did something truly
diabolical to me
once, not again
Sleep on the streets by
night, catch up on the news by day
hands stained, eyes still work
What are we doing
if not wasting all the
time on this dead Earth
Never trust the bald
man in the bulky fur coat
on a summer day
Looking at pictures
pictures of you, me and you
hate subsides for now
Daft Punk in my ears
Bashō in eyes and through my mind
beer too, a bonus
As the Western comes
back to life next to cow skull
Uncle reads his book
The man tattooed jazz
on his knuckles, a journey
he backs up in fills
Meows outside my mind
open the door, she croaks
wants me dead I sweat
If you stop and watch
The human world, it's not time
flying by at all
Would it be the worst
not to return to New York
after all that jazz
She struck him through the
heart with her neon scepter
roadside attraction
Cat sunbathes in peace
eyes shut, heart calm, head in paws
joints ever inflamed
Blink and you'll miss the
Zebra of Mount Diablo
next to the highway
Antique Mall Inside
former movie theater
sign of the end times
I never question
who works within the trees
They both have GREEN eyes
Honesty crashes
forms a crater deep enough
to let them all go
I had minions once
Now I must prevail alone
volcano beckons
space dragons remind
me to think of the future
present can be lame
old folks dine with A
pint and a steak, tomorrow
The results come in
The lake was blue and
green rippling in the sun
Cave Rock's coral sinks
Spending time in a
Bar I've never been to, you
would not hate it here
Drank next to a kid
named Tahoe, in Tahoe like
Paterson's poet
Bunny scampers off
hopping across field of pine
cone and doggy poop
I wish I could love
You the way I did, but you're
not the you I knew
Flies trickle about
gasping for a river trout
Can they save the brood
I have a feeling
that everything is nothing
for a bad reason
I have a feeling
that nothing is everything
for a good reason
Reasons for Being
on the banks of the river
song, beer, moon's presence
There's NO plan I WOULD
Rather do each one brings me
closer to Japan
Sea coral laid to
rest with lichen blanket near
waterfall, at peace
Blame the burritos
For my lateness, friends, now let's
break open machines
Fallen tree followed
me up the mountain, climbed his
dead bark to the top
Playing with rocks, I
Ask what's their most stackable
side, for today's totem
Thank you for the shade
My tall friend, if you could eat
fruit I would offer
INHALED DEEPLY ON
THE FALLEN TREE'S THRONE OF THREE
LET THE HIGH TAKE ME
SOMEBODY ON THE
OTHER SIDE OF STATIC TRYING
TO COMMUNICATE
FALLEN TREES FOLLOW
ME FROM THE MARSH TO THE RIVER
CAN THEY CROSS THE SEA?
MUST RETURN NOODLE
BALL TO ITS BERTH, THE RIVER
ANOTHER'S LOST TOY
...BUT NOODLE BALL GOT
STUCK IN THE PORE OF AN OLD
TWISTED LEAFLESS TREE
PINE NEEDLE'S WHISPER
SONG DROWNS THE HUMAN HIGHWAY
BIRDS SING THE CHORUS
WILD LIMBS THESE TREES
HAVE, CURLS, BURLS, AND TWISTED BRANCH...
WAVE HELLO, GOODBYE
UNDER CONCERT'S GLOW
THREE-HEADED CAPYBARA
CAPYBERUS LIVES!
BUY THE THINGS YOU MUST
SO YOU CAN DO THE THINGS YOU
MUST BECAUSE WE MUST
MAKE A SPACE YOUR OWN
NO MATTER HOW LONG IT LASTS
BEST FRIEND CHARACTER
WHOEVER BUILDS THE
FIRE IS FOLLOWED BY THE SMOKE
MOISTURE TRAPPED, BUBBLING
INSIDE ANCIENT WOOD
OOZING UNDER FLAMES, CALLING
THE MASTER, HISSING
SO LOUD IT HERTZ MY
EARS, BURNS MY TOES, SACRAFICE
MY EYES FOR MORE SONGS
Windy between the
Jaws of the GREAT Boulder king,
lunch upon his face
There was a fire
Here, on this small mountainside
black trees tell me so
There is a spider
on the ceiling above me
You owe her nothing
DOn't make me wander
farther than I have to, my
souls are wearing thin
Shadow of the Earth
upon our satellite rock
waning the gibbous
Rise Reborn from the
Tahoe Waters like this face
glorious beer bird
I gaze at blue lake
constantly conflicted by
brooklyn nostalgia
swatted a black fly
with New Yorker Magazine
How the well-read wept
Twenty twenty-three
was the last great year for me
the old me, thAT me
Branches like bones
the great ribcage of the whale
of the RED forest
wooden spine, smoking
under it refers to the
beast the tree could be
masturbating to
dead pornstars, cumming before
them, honor the past
Her last name, story
I am my own obstruction
don't apologize
Black coffee hits me
hot on the tongue, mimosa
confirms my death path
Drink, never alone
always with my shadow here
to refill my cup
Bones and the bullets
remind us why we march for
more smash burger joints
So hoT Snow melting
awaiting friends arrival
killing time with lime
Blooming, stagnation
not yet bloomed, tomorrow boy
keep the ego dim
Found a dinosaur
human Plastic toy under
the ice, carnivore
queen Tarantula
listens to my green moon dreams
over blackberries
Plated black berries
resemble nameless planets
with a thousand eyes
Even a direct
path walked a thousand ODD times
conjures a new turn
GRASPING TO CREATE
A BIG PLAN LAID OUT IN FULL
A SHOT TO INSPIRE
HER ORANGE CREAM SKY
LAUGHED THE SOLID BLACK MOUNTAINS
TO CROWN HEADLESS HOME
WHEN YOU THINK OF LOVE
SHE WILL BE THERE, ALWAYS AND
SO WILL YOU, PIGLET
FREINDSHIP TRANSCENDS TIME
IT MAY PASS WE MAY SHARE IT
TRUTH THAT IGNITES US
PRIVATE NIGHTS JUST ME
MOVIES, MUSIC, PEEING IN
A CUP, A STORY
MY PRIORITIES
ARE STILL MOVIES HOW FAR THEY
ARE IS UP TO ME
THE BEAR IN THE DRAIN
GARGLED AND GROWLED WET WITH SPITE...
WAY DOWN IN THE DARK
IN SEARCH OF PLEASURE
NO MATTER WHO I FOUND THEY
BECAME BETTER PAIN
TWISTS AND TURNS HIGHLIGHT
NIGHT BEAMS OF DEAR COYOTE
HIDING BEFORE US
THE FLUTE PLAYER WITH
THE HANDLEBAR MUSTACHE RIDES
A MOTORCYLE
FOGGED UP WINDOWS IN
HOUSE OF BREWING LIBATION
SMELLS OF ARTICHOKE
THEIR BRITISH VOICES
BEHIND THE STEAM AND SUN
WAS ALL I COULD SEE
Saturday night drive
The sunset in the rearview
with CReamsicle sky
Raced a coyote
Along dark Pioneer trail
turned left, howl nice game
Allbino humpback
Whale, witness song so rare
Come back soon, ya hear?
Jellyfish reverse
transdifferentation
immortal pOlyp
“Koi No Yokan”
I wish I could JUST
Be more than who I used to.
I AM FAR more NOW.
DON'T BE LESS BECAUSE
it cheats YOU from being fair.
Adventure is more.
Nevertheless, have
you BEEN? Then how can you have?
Nonsense is a thought,
Be it as it may
I must take it very slow
I have just arrived
After twenty-five.
Years, I WAS seduced BY THE
DAKRSIDE, IT WAS LOVE
To feel the same form
of PAIN, F. Scott says. There are
all kinds of TRUE Love
in this world, never.
The same love twice, yes. Looking
for the same. Love is
folly and empty.
Relish THE love you had AND
OWN it forever.
Remind yourself how
many. Loves and forms of love.
You will always have.
You are made up of
that love. Never alone, please
Whisper it, sing it.
It is a song you
can sing and dance to always.
Creatures with voices.
Memories with tongues
Dreams with fingernails. Let your
record spin four sides
A, B, C, D! roar
The lions for you. Now, frogs,
toads, join the swamp Stink
Primordial bog.
Smell the burning tar of change.
It laughs, YAY with you.
Mother and Uncle.
Both near and far are with you.
I appreciate
All that I have said
to YOU, This haiku story.
Is it a story?
Or just a THEROY?
Where does it begin? Is there
a middle, an end?
All I know is that.
main protagonist, From There
to There, rest when There's
nothing THERE to see.