Drinking rainwater (2020)

  

drinking rainwater

extemporaneous life; 

partly cloudy boot.

what you get

  

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 

 

Summer grass

  

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 

Schmaltz waltz (2009)

 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 

Savor felt

  

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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