Monthly Archives: October 2004

WAKE TURBULENCE

WAKE TURBULENCE

Deep in the night the great horned owl
strokes silence with silence

If you land a small plane behind a 747
(Don’t land a small plane behind a 747)
If you land a small plane behing a 747
the invisible vortex from its wingtips
can toss you back into the air
or slap you hard into
the ground

Behind the great owl
the softness of its passing hangs in the air

NEVER MORE BEAUTIFUL

NEVER MORE BEAUTIFUL
(for Lee Cherry)

Visited last year and again last month
with old friend Lee in Tennessee

Ten years and more of cancer
and that Chattannooga choo choo
may be pulling out soon

The skin has become
more and more transparent
the soul more and more shining through

I expect by the next time we drop in
a floating glimpse of Alice’s cat
with a Mona Lisa grin

WHO’S DRIVING YOUR CAR

WHO’S DRIVING YOUR CAR

The Siamese twins
had to move to England
so the other one could drive

The part of you that drives to the office
is not the one who arrives at the beach

The one who bought the purple dress
is not the one who won’t let you wear it

The one who got the license first
always wants to drive

While everyone else in your psychic car
the ones that can think
and the ones that can feel
all fight for their turn at the wheel

While it so often seems that the you
that includes and is more than them all

Is back in the boot, or trunk if you like
bound and gagged and tied up inside
just going along for the ride

THE NEW ARCHETYPES

THE NEW ARCHETYPES

Apollo is still locked into the light
Dionysus still dancing our darkenss

Mars and friends are still busy at war
and Aphrodite’s still getting her way

The old archetypes will never go away
but we have some new ones here today

Elvis is the King
John Wayne is the Duke
and Marilyn is Marilyn

Babe is the Babe and the Boss is the Boss
Diana the Huntress has become the prey

It doesn’t matter if they’ve come
from Mt. Olympus or Hollywood USA
they’re in us now, and they’re in play

THROWN

THROWN

You know that old expression

“you threw me when you asked that”

Well “you threw me when you said that”

I was on a quarter horse once
turning a barrel like only a quarter horse can
when the cinch broke

Centrifugally flung, I hung
a long moment speeding lateral in the air
before I remembered
how to roll up and hit the ground
without being hurt too bad

“You really threw me when you said that”

I didn’t have time to remember to roll

IN MEMORY STILL

IN MEMORY STILL
(or computers byte)

You keep popping up in my memory

On old disks I find love notes
still as loving as when they were entered

Faxes, letters, poems, thoughts
full of beauty full of trust

Valentine’s poems, three of them
overflowing with sensual exaltation
wisdom exchanged, depths plumbed,
promises made

Fresh and clean and bright
as the day they were written
lines that would go on forever
lines that still do go on forever

I don’t know how to tell the little ones
and zeros that we’re now apart
it might break their heart

ELBOW ME ELMO

ELBOW ME ELMO

They are Xing out Xmas again
at the big department store chain

In the land that has taken the job
of saving the world from the mob

Pushing and shoving, mean and obscene
with a frenzy that a last crust African
or boycotted Iraqi has never seen

And the red in the Amazon river
is not the blood of the cow

But a million piranhas
blushing in shame