Friday, October 21, 2011

I forgot one...

This one I think speaks on its own... also not one hundred percent but its getting there...


When the words leave her tongue through her fingers
Letters on the keyboard, you vibrate through my joints

I am surrounded by tomes of poetry scattered about my feet
Over white tile, their hard spines and bent covers

I want your words in my mouth, your lips wrapped
Around my hear, whispering I te amo

I want my fingers to run across the back of your neck,
The neck of a typewriter as I un-crease years long writers block

A lover’s block uncorked and left stained in black ink
If there are red shoes waiting on department store shelves

There is a slow dance in a dimly lit bar and a kiss
Two foreheads pressed close in words and futures

Kiss me he whispers, enter my bed, enter my heart
Enter my garden, there are pinecones supporting marigolds

And muskrat dirt caked paws singing ladybug lullabies
Lucy and pine trees, a hot sun embraced by autumnal clouds

On that is that folks... ride safe, ride free, stand together... Solidarity forever
and remember to hug the ones you care about... even in solitude and loneliness 
there is the yearning for romance and a touch...

Its october and Muskrat's settling in for a long winter....

So it's that time of year again... and hopefully that means I will be a little less selfish with my writing and with my baking... This week its cookies, biscuits, blueberry scones and Arroz Con Gandules!  As it is here are a few of the poem's I've been working on... As always they are rough drafts and no where near finished.  The first I just finished a few moments ago after my morning bike ride and espresso down at Cafe Guiseppe down on Silver near Nob Hill.   Wonderful people, amazing espresso (best I've found in town) and a damn fine environment for sitting a sticking ones nose in a crossword if I do say so myself.

Anyway... enough babbling and rambling... here are a few poems... I hope you like them.  I always want your feed back... you all make me a better person.


Albuquerque, the smell of warm play-doo and kitchen stove roasting green chilies
There is an almost full moon rising in a cloudlness night
Sitting low above the mountains
                                                            Heavy with unseasonal warmth
Pieces of a rotator belt at the intersection,
a cucumber underneath bike tires,
October yellowed leaves in the gutter next to a freshly watered brown lawn
Muddied and confused
            It’s October and in the seventies by mid afternoon
            In Japan its raining and getting late
to be climbing Mount Fuji
                                                Oh ladybug
                                                soon… soon... but please, go slow

People's name's become insects to protect the innocent.

Leaning against the stuccoed wall 
Watching moonlight adorned September post rain clouds
Perfectly silhouetted framed like silver around a vintage broach
Thin, elegant and oxidizing in the rain and heat
He is waiting for the kettle to whistle
Whistle in a town where no trains moan at two in the morning
A new mexico moonscape drapery over sweet cherry peppers
And end of the season wilted tomato plants
There are mustard plants weeding out the backyard
And a ladybug is cleaning her child’s pee from the dining room table
An ocean and an email away
Muskrat’s socks have holes in the toes and heels
And there is chamomile tea steeping in an engraved mug…


With muddy water running off a light brown news boy cap
A fast moving New Mexico scattered shower
Punched its way east past the valley into the foothills
Over the Sandia Crest as dirty gutter water runs out the holes in his shoes
There is baseball on the television, rice on the stove top
Greek oregano and chives surrounding sweet cherry red peppers
Along metal trellises in the backyard.
It’s a Carl Sandburg and William Carlos Williams night

Somewhere west of here, she is reading through a pile of books
A high school memory and reconnected pen-pal
Watching Mad Men and requesting long distance poems…