Yet another year

What is a year?
Here in New Mexico it is 100 years
Space, trains, adobe softbrown walls
Farilitos, surreal white wastes.
Here in Family it is another journey
Eastnorth to the comfort discomfort of the gathering
Relishing icy water, toe nibblers, laughter echoing, and
a clamp on the heart for the missing faces.
Here in the World Mountains of confusion
the lack of demigogs, mediocre choices for
the future
hoping for strength so revolution rings again
stealing a line ... not with a bang
fading

Thanks

Thank us for the world and the word
The golden leaves at the window
The rumbling cat purr and the silent breathing of sleeping children

Wishing stars, pine winds and sunwarmthlight.
Thank the world for us, streaming glowing
Sitting in darkness, moving the cities, digging holes through and through
Little people digging graves for mice
Setting up twig crosses
Teaming, creating god
Thank god for providing
Structure
A method to madness
The unthinking universe, the never neverness the nevermindness
A reason for the endless, unreasonable starfield
Unwrappable in man’s mind and
Providing a wrapping
Like maybe we are the Christmas present.

Two happy days

Two happy days
will brighten the elation quarter and
run a dull stick through the gullet
with the drip drip of
saliva
until too full eyes must tear
with laughter
That voice, that laugh, that little tune
that says
two happy days are enough
just for now and another time
there will be two more.
The master waits around the spider corner
to boom boom beats of eardrums
or is it you inside your head
ding and the bell goes off ...
idea.

New Orleans

Ho
Lets go
layer under upon
color
grey, brown, red, blue all in mute or neon.
skins all
blends of mellow and loud
show me where
dead people stacked on dead people, ghost upon ghost
so many orbs, journey
water, stink,
no fresh fruit.
toot, toot cacophony
only with time, or in times past
can we unravel the threads.

Summer of tears

Nothing
no disaster
one long stream of sadness
over and over
partings, so many
the soldier, a Marine
not so good for mamas when they go and go and go ... away.
The baby
so gold and blue
dish girl, energizer, endless power up
soo far away.
the young white dog
pancreas eaten away by the pack-man C-word
each time I yelled at him for peeing in the house
and he faded so away.
another dog, so skippy
so brown and the most special
away, lost his way, couldn't come home
can't find a way.
Still steady, a pall on the year
this summer of tears
Can't wait for the gold to fall
the winter to freeze
the tears away.

Edgy

What happens when the edge dulls?
That knife can't cut the bread
sometimes is slips off the skin of the potato
skittering into the skin
red
And sight
the edge of the eyes dull, wearing at the mind
as the fuzzy encroachment greys the colors
this
aging of which no sharpener can carve away the damage
and the heart
does it lose its edge
what happened to that fluttering in there
as the butterflies die?
Old hat love,
the sliding scale of passion
what does Hef really feel?
It's a rule
All sharp edges by nature become less so.
Maybe diamonds last, but can they shape their own lives
to time?

Marching

Marching in the dark
following hot dusty forward smells
so tired
so hungry
One foot hardly follows the next
Where the quiet ends I don't know any more.
And at the end, is it glory?