Nazi lover with cheekbones high and smooth
will you still love me in World War Three?
Will fascist boots break my neck for a color?
Someone wrote human kind are dead, moving dead.
We have lost our daddies, friends try to bring them back.
Daddy went home. He and momma are smoking weed
in the neverlands of purgatory, heaven, hell, maybe paradise.
We don’t know now do we dear? What’s next? What’s not?
Could be cold, could be hot. Could be Johnny or Bonnie
flying in from Montgomery on a six-string or a smooth slide.
We know Nazi girl that no one knows the sound of black boots like us.
Left arm jiving
motel swinging sign
fingers popcorn poppin’
feet sliding doors dancing
to a tune in my head.
Rhythm ruckus like mob love
sixth avenue never gave a hoot
about singing my heartache.
Don’t get lost in the talk, the babbling brooks,
the winds of change, and missile whistles.
Remain quiet and catch fireflies,
turn them into the thoughts you need.
Your thoughts are fireflies.
Your reality is babbling brooks,
tornadoes, and violent ocean waves.
Stay grounded and be quiet, fireflies.
will lead you to Mother Earth
from which we come, to which we go,
hence we are but fireflies ourselves.
Find your tree and listen.
My friend lay alone with violin
pressed against his lifeless chest.
Folks gathered saying the things
people say to the dead.
Doesn’t he look nice,
he’s in a better place,
whose idea the violin, nice touch.
I’ve known him for so many years.
I would’ve liked to seen
that burled oak fiddle pressed against his chin
playing “Amazing Grace” or some lonesome
Neil Young or Willie Nelson.
I’d preferred to see his crooked smile
laughing at his sour B flat.
I know him.
Instead of a funeral dirge
Alison Krauss would make us all sing.
Dolly Parton might have made him
rise from the casket to do the jitterbug.
Oh hell, even Susan Tedschi and the Truckee Band
could have rocked those stiffs staring up to heaven.
That aint for me
I’m thinking I’ll find John and George
chilling at some eternal beach
Gin and Tonic for me,
Brandy for the boys
with their best friend Maggie McGee.
My dream made of diamonds
brings a rainbow into me,
into me, into you, into us.
We sang our song in harmony
two lovers holding hands on a dark lake of ice.
We skate together in a motion of love.
Tangled in weeds of passion we make it to a starlit sky,
At last we float backwards to that first kiss,
back to that rainbow kiss,
a refraction of our hearts.
Don’t shade my shake baby.
I been heatin’ the dance floor
before you were born, before your mama
tasted the hot spat of tequila on her tongue.
I see you out there movin’ like a parakeet
in a windstorm, screechin’ just as loud.
You laugh, you smile, and you show those nipples
like a national treasure to be studied.
So you don’t like my words, my music you say,
not like the classics. Well hell
go back in your time rocket and make poetry great again
There’s nothing stoppin’ you, maybe some greenbacks eh?
There’s nothing better than a wild fandango,
a fedora, and a pint of rum. Makes the girls
swing their hips a little faster, their smiles
widen to the thought of a night dancing,
foggy dreams, sweet smelling cigars, leather boots,
just to top it off a ride home with a bad boy
with hands reaching for the unreachable.
I met you there once and you smacked my hands
before we reached my forty-nine Chevy, lesson learned.
Simon and Garfunkel sang their song about silence.
I kneeled before the storm ripping away my home.
There would be no call to prayer tonight. I have been swallowed.
Nature tore me from my nest and set me free. Freedom
is what we scream for, cry for, and fight for, but today freedom
chose me, finally becoming the master of my fate.
Just a matter of heartbeats
green line bleeping
sparrow wings whispering
in silence on a hot summer swell
keeps us cocoon safe
should one heart cease
the other will surely follow.
We danced moonlight naked
our love the greatest miracle
I am certain in the whole wide world
like an ocean and wet sand
we stood breathless
swaying to cicada orchestras
Maria Lena plays from somewhere
beneath a starlit night
smoke wafting its way
fire pit pungeant
lips kiss lightly
soon the world stopped
for just a moment tilting
on its axis throwing you
deeper into me
it is meant to be.