Full moon lover,midnight dancer
Gypsy free and on the prowl
Cruising through the sleeping city
With your wide coyote smile
Flush with love, hashish and flowers
Your touch is sin, your voice
A crime, singing dusky deep
adagios neath a 1000 neon stars.
Eyes of smoke and winter’s kindling
You plum the dark to reach the fire
And wake the night with sodden kisses
That drench the lips of errant wives
You are the jewel thief in the boudoir
A dark duende, the secret vice
You are a satin sleek beguiler
Who fashions love songs out of lies.
Sly seducer, smooth as roses
Your voice can melt the frozen Moon
Sate the dreams of starving housewives
You are the cookies in their jar
A wicked angel steeped in absinthe
Pearled and gemmed with beads of sweat
You make the ladies thirsty pores spread…
Like tiny city flowers, lapping your breath
An opium kiss and husky sweet tongued lullabies.
Plumeri and John Coltrane
Screaming God All Over the Universe
Sacred neon music opens
whiskey ears, sends trails of
cigarette ghosts twirling round
a tall bass laying down a rich
tasty, sweet, molten jazz swirling
surging through the Cosmo’s curving
the flash of restless drums
cymbals splashing silvery-fast as light,
gymnast hands springing agile like
dancer wired straight to hearts quick ticking
chasing rhythms, melting listeners
drenched in musics smoke and gold
the holy hymns of back street
angels breathing fire, saving souls.
Rushing fingers spiriting piano
keys, blue note epiphanies
peeling off gravity, praising the
heavens ineluctably loud…
When the wild cat saxophone
steps up to the microphone
screaming God all over the
Universe spreading the good news
turning sound into light.
The Sun Rises at the I. C. U.
Lamenting, in that lonely sterilized room
she knew with certainty how that terrible
night would end and if permitted
she’d have taken your place, your
pain your death for herself.
“A mother” ,she said, should never out live her child.”
And stricken by the immensity of her staggering loss,
she wept, until night weary of its shadow surrendered
to the glory emerging from beneath the Earth,
a continent of light rising from the sea,its brilliance
pouring through the room’s window illuminating
its four walls with inescapable deliverance.
Deliverance that overwhelmed the ashes
clinging to your lungs, your hope…your defeated will
And as your heart slowed, then ceased to beat,
she thought she saw you climb from the ruins of your
body and run.
You ran fast, then faster, and faster still
as though running for your life
the rays from the rising sun reaching out to you
anointing your lifeless face in pure gold
on the morning you died.
1) Jattle boxes,
windows built to tumble run.
Chatter time clocks
and jog seeds inscrambling
Crust crue blocks, crux clocks
2) The wind tells of bay leaf brides
in your sleep, singing child.
Sheep in white, plant your heart
to root in due season, olive greens.
The chariots will proclaim with high cymbals;
the gold awakening arises.
3) giraffes we ride
through lightning spilling
4) The dream in a bronze iris
Snapped to the taste
Of birchbark citruses
1) The king’s cage spins pale blue meridian walls,
and amber moons sign morning.
Reflected in the first mirror, archetypal symbols-
of- process vibrate subconscious image-seas.
Inevitable commonalities flow through us as we
Symbols, juxtaposed, define symbols as our role-
We are washed away, then closer by dynamic seas.
Subtle rhythms transport our dreams to reality.
We communicate enlightenments.
All feel our flow.
2) New London, Conn. May 31, 1974…..Neptune Park, filled with spring rains.
A lightness permeates the atmosphere. The music flows out easily and quietly at first.
Nature sprits and tar box take life quickly. The e flat is an embryo at this point-
it will take a long time to grow to euphoric bells.
The summer sees death coming and then the incantation appears in the october air.
rusti joins in and soon images are taking form.
Days, with snails and bird cages, then joh leads us into the celtic dance.
The road pulls us to the midwest. We plough through snow and come back
with space needle intact and neptune rising as the new year begins