Will I dream tonight

And swim with her

The one who smiles back

Or rest

In peaceful deathlike rest?

Driving home can be fun

When the sky is blue-red.

Run

From reality

Soar

Into the colors.

Enamored by your face,

I want to know if I would die

If I took a step closer

Because from where I stand

My body glows with fiery heat

That vibrates and burns and rocks my chest and

inflames and blinds my vision.

Would these feelings

Grow and burst

And would I die

If one step nearer?

Am I discontent?

Do my constant flights

And consequent constant falls

Only damage

As my head rubs against gravel,

Or do I know pleasure?

Is a seat and buttons pleasure?

Do I live in a ruse

A disguise, to which one day

I’ll open my eyes

And see

That I wasted hours and

Days and

Years and,

Without living,

Died.

Respite rest nice el sueño de la razón,

Slumbering silent calming breaths,

I enjoy the embrace of your cooing somnolent breasts.

Ah, wispy pillows and eiderdown sheets—

Envelope me like shady willows and warm grassy peat

on mid-noon among sprigs of sweet sugar-scented valerian!

I’ll sip the nectar of eternity

As I lay among the clouds,

And know that I have always sleep

As respite from waking reason

That always produce monstruous.

firefire

Youthful adventure turned searing hot-faced dry throat burning
campfire now field fire smoky eye-burning field fire.
Run from the flames tell the others but hide your name.

Dreary-eyed too-little-slept student
assembles bag and head bent leaves room.
He returns that afternoon to drapes black,
ash on soaked bed
soggy floor wasted sodden papers
and a notice of fire from forgotten candle on the door.

I'm glad to escape the flames and continue life,
but eventually fire may spread to limbs
brief bright immolation pain out with the lights.
I escaped
but death seems always to have me by the nape.

a fine fella

Your tattooed face does not belie,

Nor knife wound across cheek overshadow,

Your dimpled smile.

Your incoherent words

Or short explicit lyricism

Do not besmirch your enthusiasm.

You plan to strip tease

Pan-handle for girlfriends on Broadway

And teach kindergarten

Where full spectrum of colors and races bring wonder

And all children participate together.

You’ve been hurt by others

Been to prison

Know the real gangsters

Know the underground livin’;

But yet, when she grabbed your pants

And pulled them up

You complained about assault

Rather than give way to aggression.

Your tattoos and battle-scars

Do not make you seem lifeless.

You’re on your guard, but nevertheless

You see life’s beauty

And I’ve seen you laugh eternal.