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Fall leaves
On October lawns
Sprinklers caressing
Hot days
And he shot himself
What could he have been
Dead
They hoped for him
Some in his back
Others for his life
They hoped
What could he have been
What he was
Sprinklers cooling
Parched leaves
Colored as leaves
Are
In
10-6-65.
Spring 5/70
Water lilies
open
in a closed world
sparkle over
duckling
scurrying
toward that
barking dog
life
Star like
to the day
not seeing
the 5/45 AM
nite
dew
falling
for another chance
markings
surface
lets shadows
thru
inverts palm
whose sway
tempts lilies
out of nite
hides all
day.
cold
colors
the winter
rake
alighted
leaves
on cemented
ways
canvass
Fall
hurried
wanting
early to
speak of
season
ease
winter
memory
summer
pattern
glance
sound
walk
fill
courtyards
take confession
at gutter's
grill
cleared
for time
ahead
trucked
to dump
a year
in beauty.
New Years
eve
snaps
training
wheels to
Badge 823s
hog
drowning
infractions
in
the after
hours
club
before
clutching to
citations
at the bar
823s
shots go
down like
any throat
saddle
and
gun
away
man.
Old age
arms
infancy
curtains
bed
nite stand
Poor
Little Sisters
gather
entrees
into death
as if
a dream
needed no
space
and
bed
a fitting
measure
for
a lifetime
of hope
poor little sisters
as if
the beginning
and end
shouldered
by common
space
allowed
a curtain
to be drawn
on life.
Cattle
brown eyes
only for
the green
at I.S. 80
corral
edging
Turner
mountain
Mondrian
bellies
on
winter
early grass
grouped
in
gully
tails
fanning
monoxide
to the
trucks.
50 years
draw across
memory
love
loss
a dream
with eyes
of hope
brought
shattered
into future
50 years
burst
into question
right
wrong
laid short
by life
opened by
hope
traced by
memory
out of hand
which held
a dram
50 years a
ago
today
in
single step
made light
by love.
Some woman is
going to
die
her last
words to
that
cut tree
a branch
at a
time
sent to
grow
Some woman
is going
to die
not she
from memory
not sight
a stroke
cut vision
from memory
some woman is
going to
die
Oedipus
plucked of
vision
by the stoke
of life
Some woman
is going
to die
in life.
I've
seen your
smile
where others
rage scowl
out life
year tears
where daily
life
scorches
water man
flower his
darkness to
bloom
in your garden
weeds are wanted
brush sharply
against your
beauty
to look
over petals
softly colored
as love
that quickly
missing
the urge
to be
blind to
your smile
the fragrance
of your soft
touch
blown past
their nostrils
I see your
smile
in the radar
of your walk
out of a
garden
to my gate.
Stop
The red sun
of traffic
pulls us
West
tail lights
guide a
pass
Icon
specify
nite is
here
Haze-hidden
hills
charged by
flammable
trucks
double hitches
connecting
the state
Ashmens
motorcycle
patrol
under
scimitar
crescent
and plastic
visor
reflecting east
filtering West
8 strong
16 wheeled
straddling hogs
behind
the milk trucks
the sinking
sun
clears hills
into the nite
stop.
Clouds
cares blue
kissed
in you
fold
on blue
sunlite
glow
in you
moved
in you
winds
close
blue
open
lips
drift
in you
edged
blue.
Easy Rider
into death
Main
Street
8 to 5
throttle
up
strapped
to
bar
exhaust
riding
past
Main Street
dropped
into
seat
on
past
main street
into death
easy rider.
sc
Turned by fire
4 angels
dance as
shadows in
the reeds of
summer
guiding
travel to
spring
erect by the
road
on the mantle
pointing a way
for fire
ringing each
round
captured
watching
over our bed
dancing into
our parts
as the nite
melts our
vigil.
jt
Roses
yellow vased
stand by
beauty our
glance
fragrance our
embrace
in that ancient
posture
ruled by
Kabuki
in hues
pedals
lift our
bodies to
each other
by roses
on white
sheets.
Dots
circle a life
Raised around
Noting
more
Than a point
in line
Aspect
becomes feature
Hallmark
Raining
unreason
To center
Shooting
to
the side
Years of
reason
impulse
sex
As easy evil
making a point
Circumference
of man
Halting
entry of doubt
clarity
As easy evil
Fells man
into dot
in life.
Caught with our truth down
confreres looking for a new
badge
the old arrest at nomothesis
whistled off the field
as role models circling the universe
brought into wester conduct
by the chief of police
medicine fronting for what
it know not
Employing authority as truth
mathesis as savior
positing person in
an end of singularity
offering a self unrelated
to moments
but anchored
in the dreams of old
person free at last
in the chains of knowledge
unvoiced in the idiographic
yet political/moral/miliary
what drum will beat
in the next century?
The winter leaves
The grass won't turn
And love is all
The snow is gone
The leaves will come
And love is Fall
The grasp is full
Love is complete
The winter leaves
The leaves turn red
Lord is surround
The snow is gone
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