Blaues Pferd I

The distance one travels does not one
a Bohemian make We become friends
Of Our Youth.  I mean our own time
spent there She was very upset
semi-colon I see it as icing on a cake
dripping down onto the plate Very
noticeable how everyone (non-Orchidland)
was there for the music in a big way.  Wondering
if he saw himself as a rabid animal needing to be
put down.  He certainly didn't need any sort
of encouragement.  The Cave talks about how
someone wanted a tiger and they got a dog instead
how this is accepted.  All those dishes Now at the part
stashed inside the cave waiting to be used.

The Taming

Creep of a thing slight
fur deciding hairy
oily black rainbow pelt
Killer Kitten at 3 a.m.
can't it wait til dawn

Nest Of Stones

Thwarted by the dusk
work partly done--

realize skin
is part tree part leaf

small comfort hanging
back then moving along past
hopscotch diagrams

left

by the Beat Generation--

an obstacle

at every step.  Consistent.

Singing About 1976

Raindrops falling falling down as rain drops rain
love a blast up in the mountains there's thunder
something to pray for all about praying
the poet wrote about setting dynamite in places
getting sad orders unable to say on the job
we don't want more war hey we don't want it

Man's Fate

The teacher asked if she could keep a copy.  I said yes.
It was a requirement for funding purposes anyway.
Everyone wanted to know where the idea came from.
I didn't name drop but hinted at an important friendship
and that this was something I had thought about for awhile
even though two and two came together just yesterday
rereading and finding tons of mistakes in the manuscript
also noticing how poetic it really is and this was by accident.

The other image was of a werewolf in a boat.  This, I had seen before
maybe it was in a dream but I thought if all else fails this would also fit.

I Could Make A Poem For Your Eyes

But what about the rest of you?

Fingers and elbows everywhere

yourself looking what's in the stars

aspects known and unknown.

I could make a poem for your eyes

but would this be enough for your hair?

For your eyes I'd go 

even though I'd been there 

a place forgotten already?  

How do I know this is true?

For your mouth I will see if you'd kiss 

not stop kissing I would remember you

no such thing as stopping looking no sense.

Confer & Concur

The glamour wore off after the first hour.  Maybe Jill St. John would do a lot better here than I seem to.  At one point, the meaning of the word agent became the other meaning with secret attached. I mean, who wouldn't want to know the life story of a dead writer's first wife?  Even if the story mainly takes place in the sub tropics, the narrative remains clean and relatively free of bugs, that is, until the part about How To Kill A Teacher.  Then things turn dicey and no mystery is revealed except some bones and teeth.