broken breezes celebrate a ghost morning
the glass ocean is dancing
I am its liquid prisoner
another cool porcelain breath of blue
moist, smiling salt surrounds my heart
poetry
Some call it an art form. Others roll their eyes. We roll our ears, and our Rrrrrs
Wandering
While meditating on the rainbow pool,
a third prismatic eye gently opens
A warning…
Don’t wander too long in glacial grooves;
The mausoleum awaits all seekers
Refrigerator Magnet Poem—Dawn, March 3, 2014
a vine listens to
the wet garden
and watches a dawn tendril
climb a mountain
Refrigerator Magnet Poem—Moon Rocks, February 26, 2014
the peach goddess’s garden TV rusts
we want to play and wax an egg apparatus
these moon rocks please her
Refrigerator Magnet Poem—Exploding Puffballs, February 12, 1997
soft tan puffballs
squirm on a grassy bed
two moon-eyed pigs
wet noses caress pale dew
take headlong plunge
smell sweet warm mush
elaborate drool sprays wild
dust mounds heave and explode
like fat volcanic melons
Refrigerator Magnet Poem—Squirmy Ocean, April 30, 2000
bare blue green juice
you and I fly in a squirmy ocean
soft hair to smooth thigh
tan hand is alive
cool easy joy
Refrigerator Magnet Poem—Languid Music, January 19, 1996
live fish
salty perfume
trust their fresh eyes
to sing like a fiddle
the languid music
of liquid dance
