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siesta

the oriental plaza

i twisted through galis
sprounting with people so loud
i couldnt hear myself haggle.

i turned round and shoppers disappeared under covers
it was 12.
lunch time.

what's in the spread

I was 'served' this on Luftansa alng with my 'special' meal and kept the lid to google the concoction on arrival.
the first ingredient is 'hefe', german for who knows what, but sounding a little too close to heifer if you ask me.
Thank heavens for Google Translate
and my stomach.

Auf Wiedersehen

neither here

if i dont want to be here
and dont want to be here
when i am there
and there is here
will i not want to be there then?

where do i want
and what is this wanting business?

i want to paint again.
to wake up and walk to my window streaming with light
and just wonder,gazed
until the kettle whistles.

i want to speak to the lavender
and listen to the orchids blossom.
i want to pick apples and eat them
and feed them to my love.

am i nagging?

she's a weed

my mother brought home six slabs of grass today.
she bought them at 7.50 a pop
from a man selling potatoes.
they will be set in our garden.

grass is a weed, right?

some things are better on paper

he crosses out options
as each phone call deems silent.

he leans his head into the corner crease
and sobs in his bandaged hands he flung to protect her.

so many keys
so many stories

so many white chips
you just cannot get rid of.

all ive seen is the preening to union
to comfort
in pairs


and without

we lie sullen

forgotten.

pour toi

if you're sipping on coffee
or passing time
trying to taste again
or the only way you can hear
i want to tell you i love you.

this is for you
and always is.

why else would i be
then to create with you
in mind
in spirit

in love

it seems
very few words float through my memory
when i feel you

you.

it seems
i have waited thousands of years
in silence
in truth waiting.

the name hattie carroll rings in my ear
and the rush of your touch
of something overheard
of something never said
but sung

perhaps.

it ain't me

white butterflies jitter around yellow flowers
themselves nodding at the wind.

and they were apricots

how can i not be in awe
if i never was
but now that is all?
it is here,
so present, such presence
coming as if i no longer speak.
what is truth, if ever was,
is that it is always symboled
and the choice to look beneath the veil,
to discover the One,
is to always be married.

surrender to the embrace of reality

little of it escaped when he translated it for our ears.

apfelwein

the regional line puffs
and he opens the doors
to sunflower and klein apfelle
and wooden chairs and a green that i can translate.
stale cigarette cramps my leaning
and a voice i have heard so often herding my brothers
chatters around me.

the street is german summer
and i am dreaming.

the kleinmarkethulle is layered with fluffy produce.
i have not seen even these colors on the vine.
lamb and pork and anything else you can butcher
bleats behind windows in wiener and wurst.

souvenir tshirts laugh in deutsch.

"i wish i were happier but right now, i can't be"

i watch as each word, string, and pause
pours from some secret chest.
"i'm tired of being confident that i'll be okay. i'm tired of not knowing what'll happen"
is this a perverted invasion
or simply searching for a muse
even if i have to squint to peer over her shoulder?

she is going to paris,
leaving jon,
and hayley and steph,
but mostly jon,
and she is afraid,
like i am
and she loves him
and how he laughs at her unexpected jokes
and how he holds her tightly

is he mine?

en vogue

the tilt of her lips
send me to her mirror
as she slid the metallic paint over her skin
minding the barrier.
her Orange bowl settles jaggedly over her forehead
and as she picks the phone to her ear
her squealed complaints shatter the softness
of her expected mind in expression.

Quart Size

like snakes on ladders
we scuffed with sleep eyes
toward the morning shifts in blue.
their hands were masked,,
their hair was sleek.

we share part holes with bunk mates
without remembering their smell
or the way they sigh in their sleep.
we have meetings and engagements
and these are all just technicalities.

my seatbelt suffocates me
and i am afraid to bush my row comrades
reading the magazines
and snoozing between announcements
and refreshments.

Scuppernongs

it has to be something
that i don't understand.

grapefruit

sleep two walls aways from each other
whisper to each other
1963 autumn

make all the clocks in the world fast by
two seconds without letting anyone know
about it
1963 autumn

- Yoko Ono