in my head

lick my fingers

around
lollipop
popcorn and
bullets break
air
where smells of
vomit
in toilet
bowl
of cheerios
with bananas
chewed
by monkey
around missiles
loaded
with germs
snorted
by children
dull eyes, twisted mouths
misshapen arms and legs
wobble
to table
covered in
ants
carrying sticks,
stones,
body bones
crack
lips smack

fond memories


red stained fingers
picking
eating raspberries
8 cents a carton
cold raspberry lemonade
Celie, Pauline, Sophie
in the heat of the day
open blouses
giggle
gurgle
Rome smiles
cool breeze on lake
stringers of fish
umm - crispy fish tails
baskets of fresh vegetables
Sophie, Susie, Pauline
at picnic table
tearing rags
making rugs
german words
huge elm tree
days of reading
dreaming
fond memories

mom

made the best cream peas on toast
fried corn meal mush with fresh maple syrup
tapped from ancient maple trees in yard
where brothers and sisters slept out drunken stupors
at yearly summer gathering of relatives

mom

sewed a purple coverlet and bed ruffle
for my bedroom with white wallpaper
decorated with lavender
lilacs pungent aroma seeped through a window
while I rested and waited for shooting stars

mom

told junior high school principal
that her daughter took a bath at home
did not need a shower at school
where students
stole her clothes and hid them

mom

reported Judo instructor
who spent a great deal of time
on top of
daughters
during evening lessons

mom

did cart wheels in the grass
stood on her head against our house
played baseball at family gatherings
told the best "dirty" jokes
heard at community senior center

mom

is missed

earth child


he lives in dark
dank earth
under a lake
cabin

he listens
to cries
shrill in the
night

he watches
jubilant children
jump and romp
in cool lake

he remembers
the woman
who gave
him a home

she's dead
and buried
beside
him


~first appeared in Mystery Island Publications

In Honor of Dick

red shoes
tapping their way
to conception
Kansas
a postal carrier
who
plants kisses on cheeks
purple carnations
between sweet moist lips

click
those ruby red shoes
dance your way
into mists of
90's Queens
sequined breasts
glittered crotches
dancing
breathing
clicking

I love your red shoes

Grandma Sophie

fried sunfish
and crappies
in smokehouse
on cast iron
wood stove

(jaws of stove spewing red,
skin prickly fire)

pale pink apron
covers
soft breasts under
gingham checked
house dress

(her softness cradled my head while lullabies sung
held destined dreams)

she produced
overflowing platters
of fish with
fresh baked
bread

(warm yeasty aroma of bread from oven, dripped butter,
pushed fish bones down throats)

grandpa rome
sons, grandsons
daughters, granddaughters
waited in
anticipation

(crisp skinned fried fish, potato chip crunchy fish tails,
mouth watering tender meat)

at
picnic table
under mammoth
elm tree
we ate

(effervescent lightening bugs illuminate our feast
on sultry summer evening)

Drawing By Willow E. Morse

June 2008

here he comes, yesterday (a tribute to j.rees)

here he comes
man with neon shoes
embroidered letters
on his jacket

here he comes
energetic thought-provoking man
fingered volt
to his brain

transmitting
sensibilities into
glass tubes
shot with argon and mercury

here he comes
with yesterday in his pocket

here he comes
philosophizing of ME
written on
brick walls

here he comes
making films
of canned coffee
and yesterday

here he comes
perpetuating now
tomorrow genuflecting to dope man
burning incense before rock-out star

here he comes
pinching gentle ladies rumps
ripping open
his silk shirt

exposing gorgeous chest
to drool over
yesterday
still in his pocket

here he comes, yesterday