Saturday, September 9, 2017

Over Rainflowers and For Love

I began a journey long
Ago,  am  old  now --
I know, I know-- but
Something strong, bold,
Gave purpose, emerged
Out of all --right and wrong--
All lyrics, songs in life.
Enthralled,  I  still have  some
Some strength  if  called,
Whenever  or  where, and
Shall in all my best be there.

Friday, August 25, 2017


We collect on a canna lily leaf.
We compose a triangle --
Equilateral, like our society.
Euclid drew it from his mind.
Evolution left us somewhat
Behind there --we are mostly
Mouth, legs and guts and
Find triangles better-
Managed by our butts.  

Monday, July 31, 2017

Still Untitled


Life caught in
Certain molecules
Fuels this thought.
Its trail of atoms
Causes change in
The past, future
And is what 
Happened last.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

1970 Poem

[Wendyclip, 1970:]

We stopped on a
Steep little street--
Runs right down to
Dingle Lane.
They intersect 
At a drain and 
A narrow tunnel.
I believe this town
Began as a funnel.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Peace, Please...A 1967 Memory

Seawater, held in
The arms of wind,
Went inland   and
Filled  night  with
Fog, an unlit hill in
Berkeley  --clothes
Optional,  if  not
Theoretical-- as
I recall, lovers kissed.
They wore moonlight
And mist, as youth
Does, and knew only
Where the inside
Of everything was.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The Genie Is You

To feel time
Is to hear the
Genie addressed
In future memory--
The wish and
The wish recalled.
The wish is always
To be the genie
Who makes dreams
Come true --and
That is you.

Sunday, June 4, 2017


We are like our
Newyear's bell,
Rung to a world's
Time and tuned
To one brass note,
But each ring is
Followed by a new
And different quiet.