Somewhere in the verge

Somewhere in the verge
The pilgrim sleeps off the dream
Under last year's leaves.

Our work and our play

Our work and our play,
Hunger and fullness washed out.
Tsunami ebb tide.

Spindly multitudes

Spindly multitudes
Of bare arms rising like
Ecstatic worship.

She smiles at someone

She smiles at someone
Over escaping coffee.
Mocha pearls falling

Sleeping baby squirms

Sleeping baby squirms
Out of swadle and diaper.
Sweet liberation.


Apologies:

I did not write while out of town.

Autobiographical moment:

I got a job teaching math with American Youth Works www.ail.org

Nodding off, head drooped

Nodding off, head drooped.
Hat falls slowly from his hand.
Lands on dusty floor.

Around the ashtray

Around the ashtray
Revolutionaries sit
Making sacrifice.

Raise goats, keep vineyard

Raise goats, keep vineyard,
Eat cheese and grape leaves, drink wine,
Live well together.

The spot on her pants

The spot on her pants
From where I spilled the water
Jumps into the smoke.

Crawling over comb

Crawling over comb
And each other, busy bees
Holiday shopping.

"Hell? Yes." He tells me

"Hell? Yes." He tells me
From the cover of his book
Where is the Gospel?

Long beak and dark eyes

Long beak and dark eyes
Like oil on the water, their
Iridescent shine.

We head out under

We head out under
Gaze of naked giant eye
Of amazing blue.

The pied piper pays

The pied piper pays
Revenge upon our parents
Leads us to fancy.

"I want to bless you"

"I want to bless you"
He said or I think he said
"Against my wishes."

Notecard posted low

Notecard posted low
On the public notice-board
Patiently waiting.

Twilight air racing

Twilight air racing
Past my glasses into eyes
Pedals race the day.

He sits on his knees

He sits on his knees
Hand to mouth to explore some
Great mystery's taste.

The buzzing machine

The buzzing machine
With the funny changing eye
Set into the wall.

Moving with the air

Moving with the air
Like smoke from tobacco pipe
Ecstacy of dance.

The coffee buzzing

The coffee buzzing
Somewhere behind my hairline
Throws thought in spirals.

Red table, white lamp
Yellow wall and fantastic
Rainbow gyred light.

He sits, not thinking

He sits, not thinking
In the wooden pupil's desk
Knowledge's recepticle.

Education Sonnet I

Run, Child, run.
There ain’t nothin for you here.
There ain’t nothin but yesterday’s news
And yesterday’s views that didn’t work too well for them people yesterday neither.
Run, Child, run.
There are bad folks on the loose
Who think that sitting in school
And takin’ fool test after fool test is some way of preparin for life.
And what the hell do they know anyway?
What counts as good-to-know to one person might not work so well some other place or some other day
Or, hell, to another person entierly, and now I’m gettin to what I want to say:
Your life should be no more about School than it is about video games.
(And those, by the way, are rottin’ your brains)
So Run, Child, run, Don’t let some fool who neither knows you nor loves you tell you how to live your life.

Sipping cold rye ale

Sipping cold rye ale
On mostly empty stomach
Sunlight on my face.