2011

Horn blue blows,
and dancers slunk
as slinkers sometimes do.

Bass punctuates.
Trumpet trumps it
as trumpets do.

Piano fingers plane the keyboard.
Lounge is smoking. Everyone is sliding,
slipping, riding into trip waves.

Music brave us.
Jazz keep us.
Horn-blow blue us always.

Earl Lee Dusk

Slippage child did exit hole,
followed flowed its after birth.

For distant dawn, You I care to know.
In earl lee dusk, You I dare will touch.

Galileo in Heaven

From ocean bottoms,
piercing eyes look out and in.

Of course, Cosmos is no ocean
as the watery oceans are.
No bottom, no top has Cosmos
except to tempt us steeper
deeper down endless tracks.

An infant takes to mouth the waiting nipple.
What piercing eyes Mr. Galileo telescopes.

Holy Hunt

Skins of drums, earth pounds our soles.
Robotic we march into waiting guns.
The hunt is on that blood must wash.

Appease the god of the rag heads.
Bring to naught the IT beast,
the beast who ghosts the hamlets
the beast who snipers at our comrades.

Host revenge.
Ask no quarter.
None be given.

The Taste of Rain

Just before or after, or during the deluge?

The oceans of my childhood puddles,
green lightning flashes the grottoes hidden,
the downpour, the clockwork rivulets,
her face and mine behind the drizzle's ribbons.

Rain, indeed, is every woman. Every woman wettens.

You see it right --- "wettens,"
the textured taste, the double "t"
as nipple has two "ps," two hills and valley in between

the taste of rain is like submergence

Undersea Tunnel to The Jungle

rain forest is many kinds of plants and animals
that habitat neath drooping, dripping branches
where birdies peck at fruit and poop out seeds
in the dark art forms of solar energy

Mother Jumper Scenario

Full moon silvers earth's embroidery
in folds soldiers trudge to and from
the battle din,

in whose umbra march, ghost riders hitch,
while crouched in caves, foes with spears make ready.
But wait! Is this not Afghanistan 2010?

Till holy wars one day may end,
what difference makes
if wild Apache or Taliban!