COMPUTER CLASSICAL RADIO
Alluvial!…floatation of notes
in a river of sound
where fingers somewhere
dance on a keyboard
in a watery sight
..in the brain
…in the heart
…such fluids abound
as would take me there also
on this dark quiet night
like computer screens
and their dancing light!
SHIVERS WITHIN A HOT SEASON
un bathed a month
and swimming in June dust
wherein the first day of Summer
and the week just past
are centuries of Fahrenheit
…so worms swim in the air cool dank
…a dark room on the second floor
…pitiful parasite!, you sank
onto the mattress by the door
drifting into opium dreams…
SONG FOR RACHEL
I crave your companionship
…young girl of the tree tops reading your poetry
…or the stories that you have of a far away island
where your children were conceived
and your first marriage done.
We have come and crawled into
so many galleries and small restaurants
…those places where your art flourished
and was sold among the dancers.
I spent the best years I have made
in our house with no one else but you
primed in our best convictions
our passion for justice and for each other
looking on the wild acre of garden that you bought
…and the poems spilled out of me
like coffee from an urn.
JUNE IN CAROLINA
A wad of summer flowers! Weeds
in colorful abundance
….dancing near the gravel
….aflame with light and fire.
This old shack! Timorous and dry
or wet with the rain of the swamp!
These sultry fields of soy crop
where once there was tobacco
and before that the native wilderness
kissing the heart with dew come mornings
…the edge of the highway and cigarette butts.
Something happened here!
I was a wink, a shiver, in time
till forests come back
to reclaim the heart…