Friday, April 29, 2016

Irish Women

starlight beauty
drawn to kiss lightly
over every freckle

glowing face,
smile a shining emerald
of lost lands

smooth strong arms
to carry babies and muskets

eyes alight
with the power
of sweat-drenched promises
and closed for a kiss
that can keep it all going
another thousand years

Saturday, April 23, 2016

L.I.E. at 4:32 a.m.

bleary blinking
with van-heavy brakefoot
cargo sliding to and fro

shiny road
swooshing underneath
in reflector rainlight

passed out passengers
swaying to the beat
of cruising speed

dodging the reckless trucks
by invisible lane lines

casting out signals
as the cold traffic
keeps whizzing by

Saturday, April 16, 2016

First Trip to Las Vegas

America’s largeness
in lights

ethereal magic
and topless dreams
blazing machines
penny slot siren maze
eyes glazed
for days

pit upon pit
—trimmed greens
for your cash—
bill-breaking towers
in faux gold
a tiny taste
for young and old

stamped upon the thirsty land
oasis of illusive plenty

advance and decline
in one gleaming gift

cheering on
our own great blazing burnout
one bet at a time

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Revenge of the Blue Light

In the lush green
dream night,
bruised and stained
by the sweet chase,

we get to that
mysterious place,
that Daisy’s pier
in heavenly space

to find the blue light
is only a ghost,
a glimpse of dying star,
a sinister dream,
to our host.

We shake our fist at this, unfair,
ignoring the starry night,
the cooling air.
Burning with anger,
but we have no case,
trying to weave paradise
from a shallow place. 

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Alley Walk

strange light
from spring rain twilight
guiding odd characters
seeking refuge from the sun

spreading ethereal glow
across quiet rooftops,
and empty street corners
where wood-tar telephone poles
stand silent sentry

this light
brings the muses
to Earth,
it dances away
before we can give it voice
inspiring, torturing
the youthful heart
that burns to spark life
from all of it