High Plains My love

Stretches into the sky

A terrible dryness on her lips, but still Harbors so many of god’s children Waits breathless for the snow That will melt on her belly And seep into secret caverns So her children don’t thirst My Love Is torn by men With steel in dirty fat peasant hands With dead eyes and guns and fences they bind her The poor, crawling on top of her Sucking My love Will be redeemed On that day.

High Plains My love Stretches into the sky A terrible dryness on her lips, but still Harbors so many of god’s children Waits breathless for the snow That will melt on her belly And seep into secret caverns So her children don’t thirst My Love Is torn by men With steel in dirty fat peasant hands With dead eyes and guns and fences they bind her The poor, crawling on top of her Sucking My love Will be redeemed On that day.

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Variation on a theme in Polyhurt

Variation on a theme in Polyhurt dig into the wet earth to grasp the roots of things lie prostrate belly pushed against the loam sit motionless under the bowl of turning stars these things too, are passing the desert sage and bison antiques the bald elm and the Jerusalem thorn the robs of Christ and the rolled dice passing, these things too and what did you think, young dreamer that your heart was made of stone not likely, not likey it is a murder of paper tigers instead a blessing of unicorns

When you die

When we die, what? What will we show god our IZOD, garbage, mortgage cultural capital happy little picket fence degrees, self obsessed narcissistic striving for that lie that old tired lie "self" fulfillment what will we show her God As she laughs a terrible howl of tornados and hail storms As she throws back her star studded locks and unfurls her eye lashes God As she opens the book of days and marks by our insignificant little life's name A “0” And lets us on as before, moslty un-noticed even by god, who could really care less, down, into a glum hades, among the shades, us too, as always, A shade, a blown ash, forever

Love Poem 243,432,569…..

Love Poem 243,432,569…..

Of course I’m an animal, so are you.
This accounts for us

Fighting like cats
Fucking like bunnies
Grooming each other like monkeys
(Me) licking like an affectionate dog
Cooing like mourning doves
Screeching like owls
Laughing like hyenas
Cuddling like hamsters

As we slept
As do all creatures
Great and small

Love poem 122,345,879,398,964...........

Love poem 122,345,879,398,964...........

Of course the night pushes past me trailing
Her dark blue gown, studded dimonds
over and over and over

Of course the night’s sharpened obsidian heart
Dissected me alive
over and over and over

Of course the night is its own mother,
giving birth to her-self
Over and over and over

And I am an old man with
Little left to say

Of course I am in love with you
Because you stay soft forever

Because you stay young forever

Because you dance naked in front of the fireplace
forever

Because the tip of your nose and ears blush in the heat forever and i
Wind down like the stars’ great clockwork
But you, my love, and the night
Cover me