ELEVATORS
Remembering
all those seed filled erections
in every town on the prairie
back when the west was young
ELEVATORS
Remembering
all those seed filled erections
in every town on the prairie
back when the west was young
SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF
If you think you have no power
try sleeping with a Kennedy
You may find some, but most likely
they will end up with more
If you want to touch vulnerable
try sleeping with a Marilyn
You may find some, but most likely
you will just pile more dirt on her grave
If you can’t find your inner poet
or the painter unafraid to use red
You can always find one willing
to help you find it in their bed
And there may be value in this trail
however tangled dark and faint
For you can sometimes find out where
something is just by finding where it ain’t
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
PERHAPS IT ISN’T BY CHANCE
Woman is shaped like a wound
man like a lance
SILK ROAD
A thousand worms on a mulberry tree
As soft as they spin and as hard as they try
can never match the silk of your inner thigh
LYSISTRADA
No peace, no piece
INTO THE WEB
In you is the love making
of teeth and claws
and the severing of limbs
While Mister Black Widow
even knowing the end of the act
Leaps into the web and
pulls it to him with
all eight arms
APHRODITE HOTEL
At the Aphrodite Hotel
Moon and Acropolis
full in our window
Greece is so lubricating
OLIVE OIL
In Greece last week
I bought a bottle of extra virgin olive oil
Which is a bit more expensive than the
regular virgin kind
I expect that it is due to the labor involved
tying all the branches apart
So that they don’t even touch themselves
WIND AND RAIN
Does wind linger long in the rain
to quench its desert thirst
Or in the day shiver
and hurry to the sunlight
At night does it eagerly
slip through open windows
To join us under echoing roof
and kiss our skins with
moistened lips