mein street
consensus forged
behind closed whores
now is that good business practice?
open mein street
the elk decrees liberty
contiguous, contagious
unadulterated and
wholed, hearty and not yet hale
though i lean
toward jeffersonian
anti-slavery hyperbole
10-18-11
Portland
Beetles spiders methheads dogsatlarge my slumbering torso ignores on a case
By case basis, as mornings slaughtered blue jay bits rain down amidst a phalanx of squirrels who know neither upnerdown
The coastal redwood trunk whose roots sup the labor of my nocturnal efforts in that I park atop a sprinkler and summarily flood my headboard and not the fickle late july lawn
Leaving me to nogginscratch the falling rusty fronds surmising their burn from the billionaire space limos
Powered by life in servitude to a grass misunderstanding of basic life ingredients
7-22-21
SE Portland
dream daughters, i get two just for a blink
what happened where we were
who said what
who did what and then
and then then all matters
a feeling we were together, that we saw
each other, we spoke
there were smiles
so what we looked different
so what this poem is standard boring
take what you get in dream
*
A white SUV follows the black truck
Around the park, out pop the kids
Just one parent
He walks with them over wet grass ballfields
The black truck drives away
He can use the SUV until 4 he don't got seatbelts
He wear a huge cowboy hat,
A logo plastered coat advertise jack dumbells whiskey
I can't tell you not to
His son interjects he advises that you don't
His girls climb two dirt heaps
In the ball field, regret it
Kick mud off off their shoes
They keep walking
SE Portland
We're riding our horses, stopped for a photo holding hands
Still in saddle
You're a girl, i'm your father
There's two horses
Two saddles, we reach out to hold hands
As the mother of your future sisters
Takes the photo
The oaks around us one hundred, two hundred, three, four hundred years old
Still there, survivors
The seasonal spring just uphill
Waters them year round
No fire, no lightning, no storm
Halts the oak, though smaller trees are few to none for reason
The mom of your sisters
Saddled the horses, made sure we cinched the girdle
Walked us up hill
The cinch stayed tight
The old camera was in focus
The lighting was good in the canopy shade
We're both smiling though I have a look on my face, seemingly as if
Things are temporary, touch breaks as the horses draw apart
Down hill to the paddock
They'll hurry even as summer grass they
Enjoy never
Runs out
the love and the sadness did a dance tonight
there weren't no music didn't break out in fights
thoughts most precious, cast before swine
logged by foes, rest by a pint of white whine
why o why are our heads so thick?
with guts of feelings spanglin' the dick?
why o why is my folks so dumb?
sweetsour intricacies of coming undone.
**
my friends are perfect i think that they know
the world is pure butter 2% yellow snow
my heartache is contagious and mostly benign
just suture my memory on some dotted line
a guy stabs his heart in writing a song
to find the mercy of wanderin' on
the sadness and the loved duked it out all night
there ain't no grammar in the language of slights
2009
The Dalles, Or
Kissing dream, her tongue unexpected
Swirling around against mine
Our breath odor neutral
It was just texture,
Vivid for eternity then displaced,
The pop of dream
The echo of the popped dream
She didn't leave a face,
It was plenty hot but that's a blur
Dropped the details
To savor what it felt,
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