dear Lavonne
immediately i was reminded of this Hamaguchi print
silent lotus

Do you want to know how to do something? (found poem)

Just watch
and
steal with your eyes.

Pain

write it
or paint it
or blow it out your brass
instrument till
the air turns blue.
Few will read
or look
or listen
At least it won't
be inside you

anymore.

Haint

I'uz shavin'
thother day
un I'll be
damned
if I ditun
see Pa
lookin' back.

I'm caught

up at my job.
All the email
read.
All the filing
done.
No meetings
looming.
The desk is
cleared.

All that means
is I'm expecting
something
to bite me in
the ass.

that's so American, isn't it. :D
enjoyed this,

tiko

All women are beaches who think the gulls cry for them;
they preen their sand and sin with sea water.

Who is to say where her grains end and mine begin?
and when she casts her man back into the sea, do I not drink their sorrow?
The best translation is the evidence of our eyes

When the sun rises women rejoice; when it beats us we curse.
Thus the worth of a beach is measured in use
and bleached shells are more precious

than a crying turtle who trusts
the future of her race to the sand.

I love that image.

Someone in Mexico
awaits word
from me.

But the sky
is just
too dark.

I can't see to write.

I dreamed he was tall again

I reached
up
for his hand

These last two Lavonne...lovely

Scry

Smart enough
to know her limitations
she stops in her tracks.

clad in
liquid sequins
she
        sways;

each flash-
a blue flame
         deliciously consumes
a calcine patron

Old Uncle Charlie to the Cashier who can't Count

A hunderd pennies
is a dolla

If you ain't gotta
hunderd pennies

You ain't gotta dolla