Thursday, November 19, 2015

Mental Music

Eva asked, "You have
a photographic
memory?" "I don't

know," I said. "Bluebirds
are my favorite
aves. They can make
melodies that quake

my heart to weeping -- .
Spell your name from back
to front, add an "s",
and think of blue wings."

Sing, Eva, and you'll find
mind photography

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Counter Poems #10 - #12

Rick Farmer said, "keep
putting one boot in front
of the other." It's easier
to turn a boot than a rudder.

I'm from Oklahoma and Texas
where knives and guns
are as ubiquitous as chewing gum.
I couldn't care less about a Lexus.

When the Earth Shakes
bake bread, do what your
mama said, and wake
early. Brother's are a bore.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Self Portrait #2

He's always honest,
but when sense is lost
in metaphor, he
seeks forgiveness. He
folds his person closed. 

Friday, October 30, 2015

Counter Poem #9

What is more intimate: a New
Yorker kiss on the cheek
or a Southern hug? Either
way, you breathe in a friend.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Sheri's Wait

She spoke to Mr. Cancer.
He gave her little time.
She insisted.

            Once a blue
bird, not a blue jay,
rested on her vacant
shoe. She thought
this through:

         Some jays mock
and steal the nests
of other aves.

Sheri wrestled cancer till
she nestled in blue dreams.
She won a night's sleep.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Counter Poem #8

"I've been in prison. 
I've had beautiful women -- 
had a seat next to Mick
Jagger. Life is good."