e c l e c t i c a p o e t r y
Your daddy is split
peas, soup no-one eats,
of your baby's dress.
The smell of your sweat
is like washing your name in sand,
sprinkled on my alter of trashy gods.
No, it's not paradise
Though I can see why you might think so
Here in the easy October light
Grief, my new lover,
puts me to bed at night
and wakes me in the morning.
Scribbles from 52nd and LaVouge
I knew this girl who lived
in a theater. I slept with her
Among the rows of shamed, naked peasants,
In the leer of the executioners,
Aloft in the sex chemistry of black boots,
I left my uncertain body.
The soft spots on old lemons. The accusations.
The old wooden picking ladder. The broken bone.
The sting of citrus. Original feelings.
Clingstone, yielding against teeth
like pores to breeze.
Velvet, all rose and spring green
D. Ting Ho
Observe, how it holds
the sea; salt fish, loaves
all that you could need.
Annette Marie Hyder
The Virgin's Man
For three nights the virgin's man dreamed of oysters:
cracked open and splayed,
sea-foamed, quivering beneath his fork.
at the streets I once knew
of a past
Acid with Michael Stipe: Athens Geo. 1986
and you think what I want to do with the rest
Of my life is not this, and you depart to your Athens hotel,
Shaking his clammy and oblivious hand
Johnson is Navaho
He uses me for my Ford,
trips to town for laundry,
I should kill those kids downstairs
the ones who wake me up every morning
two hours before
I have to be up.
Peter and Leah
She said he's a nowhere man, going nowhere fast
He said he's already there and wants it to last
I plan to record everything;
the smell of the hotel,
the way our winter clothes
will hang down, heavy
A Hundred Children
Tell me about your sunshine
and the sounds of coffee
and of barefeet pounding the earthen floor
Knight On Horseback, statue sculpted 1987, in the Hofstra Commons, summer
Their nearness to battle is apparent,
with horse's jaw twisted,
front hooves flashing forward,
with knight looking askance
Frank Van Zant
Her Story in Parts
Her mother's hair
was still caught
in the tines-
weak yellow thread
too thin for a healthy
It's easy for you to say
I was a gunman and an outlaw!