Song of the crow-keeper in the desert southwest, v0

That very afternoon among the licking of tattoos, the kissing of scars,  that bevel edge, the dolphin side, the pain … More

Then Hong Kong, the snowboard, the concussion, the Matthew Sweet, the TS Eliot

@ LTF … Then Hong Kong, the snowboard concussion, the Matthew Sweet, the Peper-gone, Haley her mother, her migraines, her … More

Young lieutenants at End-Evening-Nautical-Twilight

180 miles east of Los Angeles’ pointless summers ran shaven, heady, lieutenants low-spark’d, high-heel’d, bat-faced wayward boys, they counted coup … More

Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog )

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More

Sometimes we have to decide, is all

Someone really should update this. Make a better one. Add ASTRO BIRDY FRODO JASPER SOPHIE

Truth is a butcher, son

Truth is a butcher, son He will have You, you Begging, begging For Lies

One tries not to sound bitter

Son came sometimes sad Son made himself mad The son failed to flower every daylight hour One tries not to … More

Ally. Back from Texas the day I put her down

Ali        Testaments to Ally I mentioned in timelessness. Very long.  No time to read it today. Jay I’d just … More

The people, the watch, the whole enchilada

Bitter Porch Troll in the line for The Porch “Is this the reservation line?” “Do you have a reservation?” “No. … More

Them feral dogs, that feral daughter

So I adopted this Black Lab, Nickee.  Looks for all the world like every other Black Lab– ‘cept for the … More

Remind me later how much this hurts now

The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More

Boy misses dog, then turn … the whole enchilada

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More

Life at Fenton’s Mill Near Williamsburg

We walked across the upended bricks, Where a wigged and powdered man died of leeches, A running boy died a … More

Rick & Timoteo part ways, comments, questions.

Rick and Timoteo bivouac on the ridge overlooking the Barcelona Aeropostale airfield. Artillery in the distance. Barcelona is falling.  They … More

The poison wind

“This is not Las Marismas. No ships no boats no futures sail from here. The winds carry only poison, the … More

While at sea RICK gets letter from CLARE

While at sea RICK gets letter from CLARE (CLARE, in letter to RICK) CLARE Ricky, I’m writing to you from … More

Asturían miners’ lament

TIMOTEO Asturiàs is not Las Marismas.  No ships, no boats, no futures sail from here. The winds billow nothing. They … More

Buckaroo Banzai and I

Army buddy Zoom-Zoom Mat’s’da ( pronounced mazda he swore ), he was aka “Buckaroo Banzai”, and me, “Doogie Howser, O/C”, … More

Annabelle at Austin, redux

Fred’neck “I’m easy << Neither of us is easy Mayfair “I knew you could have made that travel more cheaply … More

He became a walkin’, talking’ fragmentation grenade

once Highlander starts to sense you believe in him, he’ll do something  to make you hate him … all in … More

Cuenta corta de los años Taco Bueneros en Téxas

EL GATOAbajo hay una cuenta poquito sobre nuestros días como hijos creciendo en Dallas.  Yo las escribí después de oír … More

Little story about them Taco Bueno years in Dallas

I remember first hearing of this song at 6637 Saint Anne Court in Dallas,Texas, on that tube radio I painted … More

Soothe the writhing child of panic

one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More

Fear of geometry

it is a simpler feat to throw gels across spots,to change shapes with light,to engineer transitory states of light and … More

Why chase fear when

war not got me speed not sped me through air not felled nor failed nor reserved and fell not out … More

Does fear whisper?

does “wrong” cling? does “wrong” point? does it then whisper in your ear “it is time , that you leave … More

Lift the fear, like a child

Lift the fear like a child fallen from a white kite forgotten from the eyes of the cancer wind. One ached … More

Lift the fear, like a child

The fear you lifted like a child fallen like a kite forgotten descends a cancer wind. One aches for a wing of a … More

The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer

The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer

Favor the fear, like a child

Favor the fear, like a child. Feed it a broken wing of a bread. Leave it unburied, like our dead.

Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten

Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten

She showed me a painting one day

oh, o recognise this  this is an old acquaintance with  with whom i’d lost touch   i remember her face … More

Oh, i remember you … showed me a painting one day

i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes … More