What is your dream?
You have to follow that.
That is what is important,
it’s not education,
it’s not job,
it’s the dream.
It’s something to fall asleep with
every night of your life.
A life which matters
only through love and dreams.
My dream is this.
Today I did this toward my dream.
Now I can sleep
a poet’s sleep
***
did I expect this
this sense of expectation
death sits at the window
asking stupid questions
waiting for me to
get through here
art is on the other side of
the window
waiting for me
to paint in red
throwing paint like it
mattered, like I matter, like
anything matters
***
She said goodbye but is not gone
for she is here
with us
we must meet again here in the shadows
here in the silence of
words, we must hold each other, we
must,
lest the dogs eat us, lest we be found
alone and
shattered without
each other
***
I’m the only one on Sametime/AOL
Even Ricardo is gone; he’s always logged on
So I’m by myself
Riding this dinasaur down to the tar pits
No scenery, no fun, no company
High noon in a ghost town
Nobody to shoot at
Nobody to shoot at me
A casual little jaunt
From a short past to a shorter future
A smooth ride actually
Sure, steady, definite
Dead silent except for the air purifier
That spits a chad occasionally
So quiet that I know I have
A bit of tinnitis
From that straight-piped John Deere A
And the wistling wind on motorcycles
As far as I know I could be on this rock
All by myself
Since I can’t have proof
Of anything
Hurtling into deep space
Yet all I feel is the lumbering dinasaur
So relaxed, so easy
So sure and unalterable
The only one on Sametime/AOL
going down deep
to where the monsters live
get past their teeth
to the answers they give
running man, run while you can
raising the water
sink in the land
fall up the mountain
just like it was planned
lover boy, love what you destroy
come to the crossroads
see eight different ways
all those lives to live
all that work and play
running man, run while you can
***
My humble hands have made
love and lovely things
and now we remember
my humble lips have made
love and said kind things
my thighs have felt your hands
my ears have loved the sound of
your voice
and now we remember
as you say my name
willow trees grow near the stream
we sat beside the river
we fished, we
made love, we
came to be the summer
breeze
***