God save me
from the ever-unaltered
good morning dear –
poison into my ear.
God save me
from the perfunctory –
the judas kiss of love’s
Listen, belovèd Big Deal,
Don’t have the time ?
That, at least, is real.
Go play that other keyboard,
we are not each other’s ward.
Love begins to wither at a sorry,
as to a stranger on the bus
whose toe you just stepped on.
So either be there – here, with me, with us –
my sweet …or get thee goddamn gone.
Of course true love is always shared in joys –
for lovers never read each other wrong.
True love is held aloft as altar boys
would carry holy vessels through the throng.
And love is never weary, never flags,
is bright as popcorn, glowing as a morn;
no outside factors leave a heart in rags
or, faced with daily pressures, grown forlorn.
a lover’s kiss is always toothhpaste sweet
for love is groovy, awesome, total…neat.
Now cite for me the place that it begins –
parse the peas and carrots please; and then
the creepy-crawly things, and things with fins
and when you’re through with that, consider men!
No, really, it’s a joke to will us there,
beyond the borders of all else that breathes
[we’ve long been far less vital than the air]
and flowers growing wild surpass all wreaths;
true nature lives in us and we in her;
we are not separate from the scheme of things;
it’s skin as much goosedown, beaver fur –
your precious stones were precious before rings.
It’s Mother Nature brought about your birth;
we are not foreign bodies here on Earth.
or ponderous imponderables
in forgotten dreams
tides turn at times
– tsunamistyle, it seems –
now that one gull-white sail
I am left adrift
who poured all the lead
into those empty suitcases ?
a weary heart embraces
. . . can these tenderest green buds
survive so many mean and ancient
My weary darling sleeps
and his slumber fashions
my waking fantasies
as I follow unrecognized
shadows around walls that
have acquired fresh coats
of innocence – rooms newly
unknown, unexpected incarnations
of love reborn in dreams
of countless kisses –
of kisses sweet
and kisses langourous,
rough and tender
beyond blunt gender
beyond beyond –
though truest love commands
I let my dear sleep on.
forget the lore on birds and bees
how to tease and how to please
how to squeeze and never freeze ?
try gin or vodka to appease
or maybe just some wine with cheese
alcohol does it…by degrees.
from the outer
spending time in
The Other Side Café;
and mind your
of course it’s a tease –
i cannot recount the
cannot leak a
peek — nor even a squeak
from this beak
be as forth-
as it might
on the heels of love
in flight –
and aching purities
reborn in fire.