counting syllables
the poet paints a landscape
with words as constraint

hopeless addictions
of dreamers compelled to write
no napkin is safe

ghosts of abbie hoff-
mann and barry goldwater
on firing line, ghost

of mr. William F. Buckley
residing over
the pigasus deal

sat amongst daisys'
white feather clouds,
circle the sun

just too many nights
of being with, to now be
suddenly without

Cinco de Drinko
I piss in your direction
Frenchman double hump

so youtube kero-
uac, given to facial tics
and given sadness

tell me, is it me
or that bubbly that comforts
and unwraps your soul

i can match that thirst
but mine is for human touch
baby gimme some

Word picture painted
Transported, you took me there
with your description

i have caught a glimpse
what my life is to become
in your loneliness

token resistance
to the powers of hell and
puppets march onward...

Cheese is good for heart
But sometimes it makes me fart
Will eat anyway

love's flickering flame
fire overwhelms great passion
only to burn out

but still on our roads
the blue haired lady swerves, she's
just 20 on a cell...

what is innovation
sometimes to see something old
through all new eyes...

ah, don't get too wild
about the future because
the "past" can be too...

back to nature, to
the country, to see that which
once was to right now

lighter than the wind,
conffeti covers the bride -
rose red cherry leaves

electronic rage
silica with metal trace
all deaf with the pulse

gonna tri again
the only heartbeat I feel
from inside and out

with letting go comes
new worlds and old worlds collide
out old in with new

watch the world pass by
eyes meet a set of clear eyes
just a visine ad

not everyone can
find their liberation through others...
only a prison

stress causes action
or reflection or as I
feel, paralyzed

her eyes brown like mine,
train moves slowly, we smile...
lonely reflection

When the soft eyes meet
Safe behind glass. Share the smile
There's no commitment

mistook you for Her
quite obvious now, you two have
nothing in common

sometimes stress causes
one to devalue self then
bandwagon crashes...

I hear on the news
that someone brewed their own diesel
in florida...

long railway tracks,
two trains pulling in slowly -
eyes meet through the glass

long railway tracks,
two trains pull in side to side -
eyes meet through the glass

I write of beauty
emotions and sensations
the Human Spirit

From the ashes; Words
Great pathos as usual
Concise, succinct!

Exciting prospects
Picking the low hanging fruit
Moving forward

I never wanted
to write a piece in Haiku
yet somehow I have

great artists die young
so according to the rules
i'll live forever

forget the peace world
and enter the realm of grief
so sad and lonely

we go to the play
and leave the sad man behind
we say oh sorry-not

why did kerouac
drink himself to death, was it
expected of him?

by the way charles shultz
never did get his red headed
girl he once loved

peace of mind makes for
great sandwiches, but for art?
marshall our sadness...

reason fights instinct
marshalling dynoysis (sic?)
vs apollo...

when a famous name
dies too soon, what was missed in
hallowed ground of ideas...

some see beauty in
ugliness, reason is perhaps
this is all we have

Through this partnership
I guide her into a walk
Excitement growing

The fervent love song
Exquisite communication
Dictating my mood

A stranger to me
Yet here in my arms souls touch
Taking my breath away

The passion unfolds
Like two ilicit lovers
Only we exist

We move as though one
Each feeling the others
thoughts
Our souls so entwined

Lost in our own world
We look confused, embarrassed
When the music stops

in my medicine box,
the winter fly,
has died of old age

ghosts of kerouac
once the old whitman ghost now...
he wanders our roads

an old alley way,
tramps and bankers side by side,
sheltered from the rain

wind ripples the pond,
lemon yellow sun shivers -
along with the sky

wind ripples the pond,
lemon yellow sun shivers

wind ripples the pond,
lemon yellow sun shivers

rain droplets on glass,
sliding to a slip stream,
in wind furrowed tracks