Home on New Year’s Day

A whole lifetime’s past
since I saw you last
leaving the house this morn’
in blue champion sweats
a hat, to cover your ears
from the new year’s biting dawn.
From a goose down berth
billowing to the seams
silky tufted quills, prick
then make me sneeze
eyes watering
nausea turns my head
into a swirling cobalt carousel
of pink and white
papier-mâché ponies.
Incidental moments, telescope
one into another
then all into the next
each keeping company
with a scattered band
of park bench brothers.

Thinking, Thoughtlessly 

Eyes sweep left
they bob, reel right
mindlessly observing
spinning briny bales
unfurling foamy white

Rolling blue thunder
yields the veiled, crisp horizon
powdered with crystal mist
oxygen roars on a corkscrew jet
crashing…
a salty-surf hisses, whispering: dissipate!

Drowning the din, the months
of full and monkey-mind moons
twisted, furled, entangled
ruminations…
vanish!
like a purging breath
‘neath the thunderous
ocean’s boom

Spice of Asparagus

The rain pelted, popping
…like corn
exploding!
‘gainst steamy crystal window panes
while th’exquisite, pungent
bellowing
spice of asparagus
clung, lingering …
arousing a longing, arousing a hunger
for the hard, nameless, brawny swain’s
glimmering, limering eyes
where had he come from?
what could it mean?
how could I seize its clinging
insatiable, its lusty allure
and bottle it…
forever?

G-Force

He’s the one, it’s clear as day
the night is coal with clarity. Noo…
he’s the one! the bacharach sings
in perfect pitch, my wetted finger
tracing ’round to ring its beveled
crystal rim

And’s always felt I’ve known that tune
without a doubt
yes, that’s the one!
whose melody I’ll draw
into my lungs, like oxygen

Of screaming…
teenagers
riding rickety, wooden terror
coasting electric, rolling rails
metallic squealing, slings us outward…
plummeting corkscrew
twisted trails

Sinking inky, ecstatic plunge
black oblivious, abounding abyss
bubbling, buoyant, bouncing, brighter
looming surface hues of blue
shades of tranquil, shades of golden

Azure skies unshackle…
my, centripetally shanghaied
shallow breath