The Rhythm Of Our Movements

i had a dream

we were breathing hard together

and the rhythm of our movements caused a landslide

Still

Open me carefully for

failure to do so

may result in

words that fall silently

softly staining the

floor below

leaving an indelible

imprint that lasts

forever

winter approaches and my colors change

to the soft somber shades of fall

and i remember

many years ago, a million moments away

how you lifted my lid

and set me free

your light leaving an indelible imprint

on my heart that still

glows

Finally

The wind pushed my rocket past Pluto late last night

and now I'm too fast, too high and too far

to ever say goodbye

as I unclasp my wristwatch and disconnect all the clocks

looking out the window I see all the beautiful shining

glowing glistening sparkling specks of life

and shout the last words I will ever speak

I love you with all my might

to no one in particular

and to everyone

it is written and so it is done

are the last words I hear

finally

The Distance

On any quiet night

mixed in with the noise and confusion

lies a million different souls searching

for that one common thread

that binds us

together

Once We Felt

First her shadow then her voice

followed by her body

she sings an old jazz standard

of soft soulful wisps

straight from the heart

leaning on the cart

which holds her

belongings

she walks slowly through

the subway car

withered, yet not wasted but

obviously devoured

by life's many

hours

worn out, worn down and

reduced to it’s very

essence

slipping a dollar in her cup

as she walked away

it was then i remembered

how once we felt

The Green Leaves Anew

With all our forgets and plans

stand the memories

until life grinds us down

till we’re tiny molecules

hanging out with the dust in

the thick summer night

filled with the memories

we never actually lived through

and it’s in this black night to blue

thick swirled primordial stew

that I still dream

of the green leaves anew

Scrambled Words

traveling though different eras

centuries and time

zones

i encounter scrambled words

and languages

so I scribbled my thoughts on

the evening news

and woke up with the

front page

blues

where memories are so

easy to loose

just scattered sunshine

through the pouring

rain

all those memories down

the drain

Forever

A 1000 years ago when rocks ruled the Earth

I collected a few and gave you two

so you would have something

that lasts forever

The Moment

Handsome slick wandering minstrel

song singing son

of a bitch

Supersonic phony as if the great burst

of psychedelic height

never was

Oh quite room filled with gloom and

computer and

records

Earful eyeful thoughtful soul

as the night is dark

Keep looking for the moment when

the sun lights the

earth

The moment when light gives birth

to the new day

Far

It's at night

devoid of sunlight

that I dream the most

I soak in the memories of tomorrow

and await the radiant sunshine

so I can begin again

Organic Jerky

What if we went out west and opened a shack that had the best

home made organic artisan beef jerky in town

And I told jokes and tap danced while our dog cooked

the most unbelievable burgers over hot coals

And we sold them for only a buck

Breathing

Where shall the doves fly

should they fly my way i would tell them everything

In a moment of silence my heart weeps for them

they who are me and i am he

so we all can weep together

Short words in an ancient African language

provide the drum beats

heart murmur

silence

nothing

As Usual

Horses all silent a soft musty mess of fur

waiting

as ice trails trap impatient buds

spring is longing to

wake

and bake the flowers

to bloom

the turtles and ducks and tad poles

weep all night for youths

sole

prize

summer is here and it’s spinning

blue fire

as usual

Tree

The last time i saw the mountain

it was 1963 and bowling was

the new

yoga

we knitted ourselves scarves

to stay warm while

we

stretched

our imaginations on plywood

floors

and kept our minds sharp by

throwing balls at wooden

pins

beat poets behind us and

the machine age

ahead

we focused on a new language

and nature

nurtured

the last time i saw a mountain

i laid down to

rest

but when i awoke the

mountain was

gone

High Contrast Grey Days

In as little as an hour a small tiny flower bloomed today

in a world full of hospitals but very little healing

you may as well paint your ceiling

sky blue and dream

and in a moment when the sky meets the earth and

the moonlight is through

as black turns to blue

i sip my cosmic karma cocktail and remember

the high contrast grey days

as light gives birth to

the new day