Thursday, July 20, 2017

Indeed... Why Not?

why not?
just rip off another
fountain penned attempt.

meanderings of what 
might have been 
a great mind.

60045 7-20-17

Friday, July 14, 2017

Alive in Maslovania

some kinda hierarchy
pyramid of needs
suppressing poems ‘til
their ain’t no more

to worry on and on…

June 2017
Over the Pacific Ocean

Cast in Amber

i should learn chinese
to write a long and beautiful
boldly calligraphed poem about you.

then, I should write
ten thousand more
each one better than the last
it would not be enough…

I would compare you to every flower
I have never seen, extinct,
ancient flowers growing wild
exotically delicate bright colored
so very sweetly fragrant
i would feign, faint, and feint
all confused as in that first seeing you
but it would not be enough…

I would compare you to wondrous
mountains and lakes of such beauty
that only exist in my imagination
maybe in the imaginations of
even greater poets and artists
but it would not be enough

but the simple Armenian lyrics
expressed it best for me
                  give me just one kiss
                  then I could die


but, again, it would not be enough…

June 2017
Bengbu

A Poem During a Lecture on Poetry

wonder
that is the big window
the open window where
airs and scents, dusty bits,
buggy things that fly and crawl,
move in and out
changing our view
thoughts, perceptions, perspectives 
i wonder...

sure, observing,

contradictions and dichotomies
everywhere i look
of dogma and action
the tainting of your reality 
by the filter of my mind,

language

a pallet of watercolors
of painting music in words
almost only one try
one stroke
bad calligraphy
sit...

july 12, 2017

albany park

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

the aufe art school coffee house



reposed in a coffee house
serene, sipping, reflecting
ruined by the entrance 
of a loud babbling couple
all nouveau but not exactly riche
cell phone talking loud,
loud like long distance used to be
completely unaware 
they were trampling on
my blissful moment

and me, again, swatting flies 
that had finally left me alone

ah.. the ying of it all
oh and the yang

Bengbu
June 2017