it is here that the river
runs through the enchanted forest,
not that of styx,
but that of the elixir
in all of its currents
in the magnificent rush.
this settler
like that of a pilgrim,
is engaged
in the free flowing experience
of all the shrines.
let not mental strife
lift up its heels.
great arches over moutains
is all about the images of strength.
here in my palms –
i drink of the elixir.
this beaver is no ordinary one.
it’s compulsive ways
in its business building
says a thing or two about all the outlets.
there is ingenuity in that
these streams need dams.
it’s a busy-ness
that is all too important.
it is here that old speakers
with old tape recordings
get buried with the mud and sticks –
thus effective silencing the sound.
it’s a great way
to quiet things down
and get rid of all the annoyances.
this beaver likes to build dams,
because the soul is all about peace and quiet.
here i turn on the faucet,
where the words
get wet and begin to bubble
with a romantic binge
that makes it feel
a little heavy in each breath.
together it stimulates
and nurtures each other
until it becomes
like the cast of two lovers
in a movie part
when bodies come together
in the water.
that rub down of massage
with such a focus,
leads one to believe
that it’s great when words
can create so much excitement
of a “get laid” quality all of its own.
there is more going on here than what meets the eye. the poem below.
her life
read like an epitaph
from seventeen on.
wanting to hear the voice
of the woman,
soon left me on my knees
as evergreens shoulder distance eyes.
but as i begin to follow
the outer edges of the stone
with my shaky fingers,
my eyes trickle like water
seeping out of a rock wall slowly
until they land upon the soil
and is absorbed.
but as the wind
whispers from behind,
feels as if her fingers
run lightly through my hair
as if here to say goodbye.
i stand up and look at the sun –
the blurr just too much.
the tissue left behind
tears touching her name.
like to talk a lot;
sometimes out of turn.
they talk freely
and have no shame
in talking dirty
to clear the air.
they want to know why
we have fucking smog, and i say,
“a little pollution won’t kill us,
but smog isn’t a dirty word either.”
attention getter-
a little mouthy would be
the best of description.
has a strut
that is eye-popping
and knows a thing, or two,
when it comes to a little action
when dressed up to the hilt.
this reputation carries clout,
and when the clothes come off,
it’s all business
and pleasure seeking at wits end.
sperm has to fight
its way to destination-
so does love!
but it’s a little trickier however-
it’s got moods to unravel
and a lot of complications.
in the still
of the calm enchanted forest,
there was the one
with a firmer foot.
it new beauty
in all the winners,
from a spirit held high
in the streams delight wheel.
but there was the other one,
where both knees
were plunged deep
in the grasp of the soil.
he saw that his eyes
were very beat red
as if in a sandstorm.
i have made my return
from a long absence.
it is here
that a great dane be born
and become definitive
in a new path.
there is much work to be done,
if you expect your muse
to be the work
of the skillful engravers in stone,
you must release the dark air
to invite in bright air.
chase the love,
like eros riding the lion.
it’s time my friend,
i’ve wandered off for too long.
remember – take it deep,
and just keep hollering
when mixing the fire with ice.