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Match


I want a fight
And a fire
So pass me the lighter
So I can strike both
Inside the maw
Of small brown strands
Lighting the jungle
To breathe in war

I want a fire
So pass me the stick
To hold until it renders my flesh
To ash and bone
Like my enemies

I want to dance
Inside the fire
And fight it
With every fibre
Ligament and joint

I’ve lived the rain
The rain that washes all the slag from the bone
And now I want to fight the fire 
alone

Let’s do combat
In this loving embrace

The Phil and Kevin Morning Show

I hear the birds chirping at 6 AM the same time of the morning my roommate Phil and I brewed a pot of coffee and chain smoked cigarettes. Phil turned it into a program on the animal planet, describing the chirps and which types of birds they were coming from, and noticing the subtle changes in the formation of the clouds. He and I argued about music. One time we agreed that Michael MacDonald ruined the Doobie Brothers but when I came back with a third cup of joe, he was jamming to What a Fool Believes and I said what the fuck, Phil?

In Sari

My Great-grandmother questioned me once,
When I was burying an unfortunate ant in a soil
Tomb topped with a tulsi leaf on a twig.

She was wrapped in six yards of white
In both life and her lesser brother.
Pallid hair pollen, breeze and shoo they went-
Sterile yet amorous- a snow clad mountain she,
Not in size, (she was tiny) but in earnesty.

Her snow cap was obsidian infused,
Flakes fell so softly like trees in forest bosoms,
Heard by none bar the crickets
Busy in their flop orchestras.

Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag

at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came across an unpublished poem
by one obscure poet (me), whose trademark
wit and wisdom hallmark
cardinal characteristics
of posthumous fame and fortune
largesse most likely
tabby bestowed upon grand kittens -
appended courtesy Facebook
since none of my two (both
twenty something aged) darling daughters
opted to be fruitful and multiply.

Courtesy brainchild of dear old dad
(actually when alive

Magnificent Mermen

Marine metropolis, manatees moving methodically, mackerel moseying, maiden mermaid muses, many much moxie magical mermen, magnetic, masculine, mystical, masters melodious mellow maritime music, midsummer marvelous, merry, myself - moonstruck mania minded, my mission - meeting mesmerizing, mysterious, mischievous, magnificent merman!

Pharaoh

Proud I was in life, but foolish, believing crowns
and flattery were signs of real power.
But scarcely was my chamber dug
when I was sent to dwell in it.
Here, I was meant to dine in splendour with the gods
but gold and jewels have no sheen
in endless dark: what use are chariots
and hunting bows inside this womb of stone
that drip-feeds me its cursed gift of ever-life?
Disembowelled, bound, and blind
how I have known the infinity of night!
You come as thieves:
I do not care – these things are yours.

Smiling Autumn Face (4 Tanka Poems)

A slight comic gust
as vivid  autumn colour
turns laughing  dervish
we sense  the quasi-winter
prelude to Halloween fare

Back to school urchins
scream with joy to spite cold snaps
Christmas edging close
in a mock funfair caper
summer’s graceful baton pass

Cherub-faced siblings
across the age span feel this
charge of plunging ice
rimmed weather front but
twinkling spirits reign

To shiver is the
ultimate release when one
realises what
golden opportunities
this autumn season offers

Seed’s dream


The seed dream of spring in permafrost
it dreams-
Of teenagers  walking on the coloured horizon
It dreams-
Of stretching their trembling waist
It dreams-
Of silver diamonds sparkling with dewdrops through long eyelashes
It dreams-
Of countless children opening their childish eyes
Like thousands of stars around the moon...
Seeds, dreaming of spring in the frozen soil,
It’s head now covered with a huge slab of stone….

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