OOPS
What if they start making globes
In Australia, or maybe even
Tierra del Fuego
And some poor farmer
firmly planted
in North Platte Nebraska
suddenly finds
his whole world
turned upside down
Category: Audio Recordings
THEY KAMA THEY SAW
THEY KAMA THEY SAW
All day the tourists walk
through ancient temples
of the East
Hour after streaming hour
viewing image after image
of erotic grace and coupling
Taking it in – Taking it in
By evening statues carved of stone
have become soft flesh in them
With the women
the transformation is total
with the men – almost
DREAM CATCHER
DREAM CATCHER
(for Maia)
Boogie man boogie man get out of my dream
Boogie man boogie man can’t make me scream
Cause I’ve got a dream catcher over my bed
I’ve got a dream catcher right over my head
Now only sweet dreams can make it through
and boogie man boogie man that ain’t you
Boogie man boogie man get out of my dream
Boogie man boogie man can’t make me scream
You were feeding on my fears all night long
that’s what was making you big and strong
Now dream catcher and me have got you beat
so you have to eat at Susie’s down the street
Boogie man boogie man get out of my dream
Boogie man boogie man can’t make me scream
A KINDER GENTLER GOD
A KINDER GENTLER GOD
As we look around the world today we see
with God as our father in trouble all are we
Fathers as you know, often have a tendency
towards discipline, judgement and wrath
while grandparents almost always
take a wiser, gentler path
There may be much to learn
as we choose, or create our deity
from the Blackfoot, Sioux and Cree
who still gather at Grandfather’s knee
APRIL 2ND 2005
APRIL 2ND 2005
The pope died today
I heard about it on the radio
on the way to the Bahai reading
The pope died today and the pope was a poet
I know because I have one of his books
Anyway, the pope died today
and the pope was a poet
He was a good and a wise man too
who apologized to the Gypsy and the Jew
But I know he would
because the pope was a poet
And he was working yet
to get the big banks to forgive
the third world’s crippling debt
But that was no surprise
because the pope was a poet
And now as cardinals
in solemn gaggles gather
to spread portfolios for a look
I hope they look for a poetry book
MRE (with Poe Apology)
MRE
(with Poe apology)
Quoth the Evangelist
mount up and ride
to hell with those
not on our side
Quoth the Relater
who are we with, who’s with us
we can’t leave anyone off the bus
Quoth the Maven
I need info, tell me more
Quoth the Evangelist
we can’t wait for you to stew
there are worlds to sae
and things to do
Quoth the Relater
alright, alright, I’ll go with you
but only if we save the people too
Quoth the Maven, mind the store
Quoth the Maven, mind the store
Based on three core types in
“The Human Fabric” by Bijoy Goswami
IQ
IQ
The front of your brain may have an IQ
of two hundred and twenty two
And you wonder why it isn’t there
whenever there’s a scare
But just try to remember
as soon as you get past the fear and pain
as soon as you can remember again
The IQ of the back of your brain
is one, and the survival
of the one
TAXES TWO STEP
TAXES TWO STEP
The taxes of my love are late, late, late
and she’s also late for a luncheon date
So my good old co-dependent self
leaps straight away into the mess
taking as always his cue to rescue
every damsel in every distress
Leaps as always, and leaps so fast
that it leaps well over and past
the part of me that does not like
this part and calls it names
The one that grumbles at the load
at every light on Bee Cave Road
And probably would have chewed
that bone all the way to San Antone
if it wasn’t for the flowers on 360
The bluebonnets and the buttercups
and the paintbrush made him hush
the ones we would have missed
without the detour tour
A smile and a reminder
from the parent of the pair
do up your seatbelts children and
don’t squabble in the back
sometimes when you do a favor
you quickly get it back
ANNIVERSARY 2005
ANNIVERSARY 2005
Five times the earth
has circled round the sun
The rainbow’s circle
still circling all the circles
Still blessing us
as we roll on
forever
AT FIRST
AT FIRST
At first it tickled Adam
that she counted his ribs each evening
when he returned from the office of naming
But even in eternal time that can get old
and after a while it started to chafe
from her ever growing nails
Which was just exactly the place
that caught one day on a dry branch
of the old tree where the snake lived
He was quite pleased to find
that this one could type