Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Tamago Gohan

One scrambled raw egg
Steaming rice fermented beans
Rising sun day starts

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Balcony Haiku

Long legged hornet
Between my hanging laundry
Lulled here by flowers

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Adieu Gir

I walked with Paz
Through the desert
My trickster guide
To rivers of mud and blood
Where stood Moebius
Drawing himself
Erasing the past

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Eye Problem

I have stopped being able to see
I cannot distinguish
Black or white or red or yellow
Man or woman, child or adult
Gay or straight
Christian or muslim or jew
I only see people
Must be my old age

I can still see
The clothes they choose to wear
The hood of the Bigot
The sari of the Peacemaker
The burka of the Zealot
The boots of the Fascist
The laurels of the Sage
And the robes of the Lover of all people
Which I hope to wear

Poem for Donna

Thank you so much
For always trying to show me the right
And the light
We are all in darkness
And although the lights we choose
Are different
We are all
On the same path
And if some of your light
And some of my light
Makes the journey easier
For us
Then that is good

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Star Seed

Has our starseed failed?
Has the shoot
That reached the moon
And came back
Crossed the stony soil of the void
Failed to bear fruit?

Do we die here?
Strangled in the cradle
By misers
Prophets and madmen
Traded fantasies for dreams
Failed to face reality?

It sure looks that way
In the darkness
Before the light of dawn

Sunday, May 6, 2012

On Writing Poems When Older

Had I only written poems
When my young cock
Engorged with vital blood
Reached towards the center of womanhood
Through gates of velvet
Gardens of orchids
Finding the pearl at the center
Now these eternities
Sit dusty in a row
Perfect snowglobes
I have not looked at
Or shaken in years

Had I only written poems
When my tender young mouth
Made McDonald’s
Taste like real food
When my inner furnace
Turned grease and poison
Into energy and love
Instead of fat and self-loathing
When I was so alive
I could forget to eat for a day
Or eat enough for two of me
And be no different

Had I only written poems
When my almond eyes
Saw only the good
Squinting against the brightness
I would have lacked
The contrast the years bring
The cool beauty of rainy days
Greater love of light
As the shadows lengthen
My poems like wine
Sweeter for having rested in their cask
Stronger than the juice of youth

Friday, May 4, 2012

Morning Ablutions

Tie up the curtains
Open the window
Enter the kitchen
Do the horizontal horse stance
Fifty repetitions
Lie face up on the wood floor
Put a towel under my lower back
Then do leg raises
Fifty times
Then cross leg raises
Fifty more
Stand up
Wash the dishes of last night
Look out the window
Stare into the sky
Think about what to do today
Kiss my wife
Turn on the computer
Do work for an hour
Go out
Not a bad way to start the day

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Don't Call Me Doctor

I am doing a degree
Worth about the paper it is printed on
I will be a doctor
Who cannot save lives
If someone crashes on a plane
I will not stand up to the call
“Is there a doctor in the house?”
I will try my best
To make my life and work
To open minds and banish ignorance
And that will be enough
Just don’t call me doctor