HAI GUI(written sunday september 26@barnes&noble 4-6pm)

FIGLEAF IMAGINATION(decimal production!
Wheel of circles(step by step.Breathing optional!
We responded by following/this swollen rain
this tree bent broken(snap branches
Adobe dreams of desolation(emptied cups of astrologers
whose stars fell like mortar boards/surfing inside Sacredness
Springing forth like the first/was only another doorway to another
Always 3 in this (sweetness)-a surprised rose/a sculptured god/a day unmoved.

A LITTLE BREAD,A SOUPER SALAD
Amarillo toast,jam sandwiches(sunshine interferes with solo stories
Little days fitting in to calendars in bones with names unloved like cats
(who string moon mysteries/as if only they could be silent
Growing eyes that hypnotize towards an Unknown Name
in a desert with no fenced oasis

DWARF DAYS/LONG GRATIS
where to be well was a draught/intimidated by need
a story of a fire that once spread across timezones like jet aircraft
which do not stop to smell the air below them
Where to be healed requires a disease(a name that has a cure-
Mountains,springs,rivers,Temples
seek refuge within these Sanctuaries/to find another way of breaking even
This day finds you not new but learning the difference between us is not just home
nor heart nor song nor poem nor title nor limit that cries seagulls beaches

PERHAPS YOUR HESITATION might bring you back
to find another way into the mysteries.Philosophy soup/hesitation stew
A way for toenails to be counted in a sin of mirrors
Can you cry upon command?Orchestra the seas?
Count clouds or raindrops?Can you own anyone?
I stole these moments from a future census
It lets me fly into the New as if Nothing was Nothingness
and guilt was only regrets.Neon lit town-forget me!

A LITTLE CATHEDRAL(a less Catholic
A mouse cage with food supplied for the Mormon Masses
Sacred Gentrification.Impaled Jesus.Crying mothers.
To find a map unstained by blood beliefs(Palestine!
Small as hope on Mars(lemon meringue tarts
Women sold as slipcovers/blanketing nights
Large as debt(imprisonment-a Straddle of Imagination
To be Rome again(with only distance between us
Name droppings between titles-to have only this intent
Nowhere else to glow/makes it like a Sun/having another breakdown.

IF WE KNEW THE NAMES OF THOSE
hanged for impertinence.The dots are all married/the vacuum awaiting
A way of getting to you between silences
when even the names were counterfeit.O lovers of Special Exemptions and Tax Cuts

HE OWNS(for a time)THIS CRACKED CHURCH BELL
(it rings on Sunday like an abandoned telephone(lawnmower ringtones!
Every other day is Scar City.He lets them go in order to retain
some title to silences/when they were traded in Libraries
To Go Beyond Further/to invent Color/to Stretch Like Bubble Gum
This became a Parking Lot/a beard of Real Estate
with only tongues for tin/belts for engines/bagels for breakfast

OFF THE TRACKS(into more Unknowns
to find floral gardens/a formal education/between towns-stripped like development
donated silences snatch easy laughter/the lightning dog barks sparks
Now Open Your Door To a stranger.Dearest Original,every heart shall be torn
from your chest like entrails/to find what you are is to assemble all the parts stolen
Forgotten like a derelict in a cheap motel

THERE ARE PLACES WE CAN NEVER GO
and when we get there,we know less-all stories provisional upon content
All before us have NAMES&LEGENDS&MYTHS
Inside the egg,trembling and nervous/until smiling as a disguise
making edible abstract exressionists sad drunk and only lonely
inside the Car of Now-you may seem less(but you are moving...

POLITE CRYING (ADDICTIONAL)
So we play and learn(leave a word between/we write
about what we lost/between the silences

TO ROLE WITH THE CIRCUS
To flow with the AS IF(provisional fantasies
To get there is an Image of a door that makes it difficult
Getting to where She is/took him Everywhere!

TAKE YOUR EYES OUT FOR A RIDE(to get there now is Distance
between us both as always/change occurs to ask us-
"are these devices imported?"
"Where do you go to get out of here?"
"Who do I blame if I want a reprieve?"

THE LONG VIEW IS WHERE WE (came close for inspection
Find the Dog of Silence.(Bark Trees!
Drunken friendships sink in bottles.
Skin can be touched only by linen.And when you circle
another dream is waiting for admission.Let the leaves ask all roses-
"where do weeds go?"

PILED STORMS &PICKLED CARROTS(artichoke osteopathy)
Ohio Hills flattened for September 11
Terror Shops sell kites to wind targets
Pretend SECURITY costs more than fees
Inoculate us from prevailing madnesses
Everyone we know alone and less
Let it all go with a wave of the hand!To just believe in the difference between
hard &the held/hold&release/habit&freedom/release&retain
Let the nothing moments make marvelous more!

YOU CAN ONLY GO WHERE THERE IS NO ROAD
off the path(is another path)DO NOT FOLLOW!

ORIGINAL JOY COMES SECOND HAND!
Fresh as Anonymous

TO SEE THIS,GO FIRST WITHIN
This short vision only a glimpse/and blots of blogs make melted moments in maps
To describe is less than Experience.Blind cultures praise skies
demanding we see only what there is(and never what could be..

TITLE IS A CAGE WITHIN THE SKY
To be held like a cloud(precious as breath/released again(bird upon wind
word upon wing

SACRED/SCARED/SIMPLE.The quoted dog eats lambs.Days number cats
The bird is always outside.Within,we are edited for content.
Between the act and fact/dream and night/before and after all-silences call.

IN A TRAIN THAT TRACKS BETWEEN
what was once and what will be

GO NAKED INTO THE CAMEL'S EYE
Be the camel.Night.Humped.

ART SELLS ITSELF LIKE SLAVERY
upon the market(find her place
to find nuggets of golden(seed the skies!
Aluminium flame!

NOW IN THE GATHERING DARKNESS
This bread/a broken/wounded word/bandaged silence
Acknowledging adulation from a distance.
Page turns.Carved meat.The talking bone.
(as if drugs would let you see
you can be more than this before
everything that censors your experience
seeking only limits and entrances
When you come here-you must leave there.

GRANDMOTHER WISDOM
Fear eats itself-a tongue of fire
Sear of scars,sliver of urges
Leave your broken teeth inside the fire.
Always mountaintops.Always deserts.
Here is the blood of wood.(that was a tree you stole
You are a thin branch stick to beat or be beaten
This is only where we are/when we are not here

RAMEN EMPIRE NOODLES
Cartoon graphic boy with no name
Fill in your gaps between with all you are
And let more stars fall on foreign silences

Flag this message TEXAS vs CALIFORNIA

On the screen @Mitchie's Gallery,UT vs California
Folk are getting somewhat agitated by the football to and fro
When the reading starts,the sound is turned off
Laptops folded,phones turned down,all wars stop
And the quiet listening to the young of art
begins like bells in villages-to chime in songs
we were unaware of-until technology was silenced
in favor of human beamings...

ON THE WALLS OF MITCHIES
Images in black-and white!
Black Jesus as a Palestinian
Brown child with a black doll
Black beauty brides in white wedding veils
Brown mothers with black babies
Buffalo soldiers ready for battles
Black GIs with helicopter Afghanistan backdrops
Black slaves picking white cotton
Nubian Princesses with zithers
Brown women at a well drawing brown water
Images of slavery,icons of liberation-
Malcolm,Martin,Obama
Black saints,black angels,black artists
Hung on these walls of freedom

YELLOW BIRD

Garage sailing saturday , Suburu on Lansing
Yellow canary right in the middle of roadway
Swerve to avoid.Return to see if damaged
As I walk towards,she hops then flirts upwards
to be among the pigeons resting nesting greentrees
Thought I -why?Look behind -large cat stalking
He streaks past -too late for feathers
I smile at the primal.Escape takes wings
This is not a metaphor.

FIRE ANTS
i like the determination of these imports
how they spread via Queens and Colonies
how all deterrents are temporary
they silent as iron will,build
when stepped upon,they protest
demonstrate with bite ,acid,panache
worthy of their name,and the boiling water criticisms
i add to their dominions.First -admire and respect
Next -kill them.

Flag this message

keyboard and guitar were syncopating together
half way through a structured (rehearsed)song
when slim thin rises up to the third microphone
silent at first,he starts to hum,then chant
his words subliminal yet attuned
like a whale on the moon,or a dolphin for breakfast
we did not expect this.Opened mikes surprise
with opened arts and minds..

THE LAST BUDDHARINA
Sniff the air(she is there-olefactorily alert
Wave on your shore.Beach to your star.Power point!
Half fractal.The last footprint of Robinson Crusoe
Time clocks stop.Egyptian tunnels.Perfection in a parasol.
Stone soup welcoming every threatened species
Candles burn like Buddhists.Sanctuary!

BY THE LIGHT OF MY iphone
Pearl dog/bent mirror boy.Arrow of joy.
I saw you pretending to be me
My primary relationship is with technology.

ROOM IN A BOX IN A BUILDING
stacked high on a hill like a castle.
This well as old as thought/made mud into brick
lines into walls and windows
Drank invisible waters.What they left behind
we drink in

PIETER BRUEGHEL enters,unframed,named
His stiff sail ship flaps winds.His wallet a flag
Beginning is a handkerchief/middle a feast
Beware blogs!Log jammed attention
in waves,O fishy Elizabeth Bishop
with a rich in her sock and a half toothed saw
still begging for crumbs from breakfast!

more important things

homeless and jobless,he asks me for advice
where can he sleep tonight? He has aged gray
since we last met.I am @a poetry reading.(he is an excellent poet-
and he sings like an angel...
she is a healer,poet,artist -yet her Reiki
does not heal her illness.She asks me for Light
and i send it.Creation awaits her return to hospice
she has a temp job(way overqualified-
yet @her age,this is not her real life-
photographer,healer,poet,gardener-
time serving just a waste of her mind
he sleeps on the streets/sings on the streets
so i give him strings for his guitar,so he
might petition as Buddha would-via harmonies
the poets pantry empty as poets grow homeless
see them giving samples @HEB
applying to stack shelves,greet @WALMART
poetry must wait until their bellies are full
with a roof on their head -this is for them
and we on the edge,with songs in our art
and a fragility that butterflies envy
Here gardens mean more than a metaphor
What you grow will feed more than poems

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

"Treasure Island "spawned our "Pirates of the Caribbean"
"Master of Ballantrae"begs for film adaptation
and his children's poems and stories are richer than diamonds
"A Child's Garden of Verses"has enchanted the young for generations
So when -at the Harry Ransom,a photograph of his face
staring intently into the camera/with deep dark mysterious eyes
I could not look away.His writings engage-yet this image stayed.
Aliveness lives when visual reminders of verbal skills compound
Now the words gain another power-his presence across time
on a wall in a Museum dedicated to image-when he was story,poem,song-
a novel approach to remembering visually,while we
recall Long John Silver ,pirates and parrots,skulls and crossbones
and see this word wizard in his full powers-staring directly at the camera
at us watching him.He long gone,while we
seem less in comparison/with Robert Louis Stevenson...

political/science

we have junk food to keep us hungry
junk colas salted to retain our thirst
junk bonds to bailout big banks
junk politics to hate and disrupt
Bend Laws for the rich-gravity is less in a light aircraft
a private jet or suborbital tourism
Beauty can be commodified like slavery
Child soldiers and mass war rape simultaneous equations
Excitation versus entropy-who wins?
Galileo or Copernicus?or Nazi Popes?
Ritual becomes sacrifice ,sanctioned by State
State as Religion or State Religion
Bahai in Iran,Christians in China
Amalgamation of power as takeover
Art can shock but does not kill
Are we here simply to make life beautiful?

THE HONEST STORYTELLER

she drove her autobiography into the lake
in search of a Lotus
he graffittied his own walls
not wanting to self-edit
babies monitor their parents
children their peer group
adolescents their avatars
old folk forgotten parks and gardens
shadows parked and drugged
plugged into past programming
moderated for lack of content
even when the stories broke out on blogs
(democratic self-publishing with no audience)
folk turned to retro-nostalgia as analgesia
(Choose your drug! SOMA or soap opera!)
where the fake headlines concocted for exposure
distracted commentators from Reality TV
Unplug from the grid!Bring back the Future!
Solar powered moons and jet stars splash
Diogenes holds his lamp like Socrates
We are all beneath the Sword of Damocles
What happens next needs reliable witness
Captains have resigned,stowaways in steerage
These is a list to star bored.Are we sinking?
Or is this another Armageddon to be re-issued in 3D?
Tell me stories.You know eye will believe them!


EKEKO
Andean god of prosperity
petitioned for a wish list of worldly goods.
Corn,coca and clay pots
transform into iPhones,microwaves,credit cards
In Peru,the sol rules over the dollar
while the economy grows @12% yearly
Capital inflow is volatile
as growth shifts from a moribund First World
into emergent ,resurgent markets
"It's the economy,stupid"
"The buck stops here"

THE HONEST STORYTELLER

she drove her autobiography into the lake
in search of a Lotus
he graffittied his own walls
not wanting to self-edit
babies monitor their parents
children their peer group
adolescents their avatars
old folk forgotten parks and gardens
shadows parked and drugged
plugged into past programming
moderated for lack of content
even when the stories broke out on blogs
(democratic self-publishing with no audience)
folk turned to retro-nostalgia as analgesia
(Choose your drug! SOMA or soap opera!)
where the fake headlines concocted for exposure
distracted commentators from Reality TV
Unplug from the grid!Bring back the Future!
Solar powered moons and jet stars splash
Diogenes holds his lamp like Socrates
We are all beneath the Sword of Damocles
What happens next needs reliable witness
Captains have resigned,stowaways in steerage
These is a list to star bored.Are we sinking?
Or is this another Armageddon to be re-issued in 3D?
Tell me stories.You know eye will believe them!


EKEKO
Andean god of prosperity
petitioned for a wish list of worldly goods.
Corn,coca and clay pots
transform into iPhones,microwaves,credit cards
In Peru,the sol rules over the dollar
while the economy grows @12% yearly
Capital inflow is volatile
as growth shifts from a moribund First World
into emergent ,resurgent markets
"It's the economy,stupid"
"The buck stops here"

THE HONEST STORYTELLER

she drove her autobiography into the lake
in search of a Lotus
he graffittied his own walls
not wanting to self-edit
babies monitor their parents
children their peer group
adolescents their avatars
old folk forgotten parks and gardens
shadows parked and drugged
plugged into past programming
moderated for lack of content
even when the stories broke out on blogs
(democratic self-publishing with no audience)
folk turned to retro-nostalgia as analgesia
(Choose your drug! SOMA or soap opera!)
where the fake headlines concocted for exposure
distracted commentators from Reality TV
Unplug from the grid!Bring back the Future!
Solar powered moons and jet stars splash
Diogenes holds his lamp like Socrates
We are all beneath the Sword of Damocles
What happens next needs reliable witness
Captains have resigned,stowaways in steerage
These is a list to star bored.Are we sinking?
Or is this another Armageddon to be re-issued in 3D?
Tell me stories.You know eye will believe them!


EKEKO
Andean god of prosperity
petitioned for a wish list of worldly goods.
Corn,coca and clay pots
transform into iPhones,microwaves,credit cards
In Peru,the sol rules over the dollar
while the economy grows @12% yearly
Capital inflow is volatile
as growth shifts from a moribund First World
into emergent ,resurgent markets
"It's the economy,stupid"
"The buck stops here"

GREAT EMPTINESS

Christopher Hitchens is dying.(esophageal cancer)
He is an avowed atheist and will not pray
He will accept the prayers of others for his health and wellbeing
Monday is" Everybody Pray for Hitchens Day"
At 62,on chemotherapy,he will survive next Monday.

GREAT SPIRIT
Brave expositors seek evidence before theories
Myths and legends resurrect in our age
Worshiping water via Dr Suzuki
Trees via Sierra Club/seas via Greenpeace
People via Amnesty International
Earth via Earth Day.Spirits also transform
into grains(Ceres,Demeter),Holy Hills and Wells
Bones of saints and martyrs revered as relics
Perhaps the Great Spirits of whale and dolphin
may be spared by the god of Baal and Mammon
seen as spear and harpoon in the name of "science"
In this Casino Life,the Gods of Chance reward strategy
more than virtue,action rather than prayer and meditation
When this world is cleared of past faiths-will we still believe
that Spirit Rules /Before us-and after we are gone?

original people

cannot be franchised-they relate elementally
with direct links to spirit .They follow inner flow and harmonies heal them.
They are attuned to Muse via music,language,art and life.
They flute and strum and hum and chant and listen deeply
Ears and eyes ,heart and mind fully engaged
Recognize them by smiles,aura,empathy and awareness
Whether Roma or Inuit,Hopi or Koori,original people
are as unique as each creation.Perhaps with tribal affiliations
yet always reserving a Temple of Wisdom within-
to welcome epiphanies as self-initiation.
Ceremonies ritualize after their explorations
have become habit forming to others
They seek FRESH! They know YES!
They open doors so each day can enter,windows for stars to be seen
Earth knows them as heartbeat and pulse
Water knows them as blood and flow
Fire knows them as passion and strength
Air knows them as song and prayer
Wood recognizes family trees,branching out
Metal magnetizes them ,even when poles apart
You know them as part of your reflection(hidden in mirrors-
where if you look deep(deeper,deeply..
you find how much they resemble your good selves.