Der Spiegel
In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins
I bought an apricot and saw a young
Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore
a red shawl over her shiny black hair
knotted under her chin, a yellow silk
silk dress
do you see this man on a bike, I told
to the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very
famous man except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market
in the world
Europe is puny, colorless and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar
so far from Cuba.
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with Havana Cigars
Langley is too close to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built
with pipelines and trains to Hamburg
famous market of whores selling flesh
from dimmed rosy lit rooms.
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go
to Kandahar, or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Categories:
langley, absence, allegory, angel, anger,
Form: Blank verse
Der Spiegel
In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins
I bought an apricot and saw a young
Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore
a red shawl over her shiny black hair
knotted under her chin, a yellow silk
silk dress
do you see this man on a bike, I told
to the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very
famous man except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market
in the world
Europe is puny, colorless and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar
so far from Cuba.
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with Havana Cigars
Langley is too close to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built
with pipelines and trains to Hamburg
famous market of whores selling flesh
from dimmed rosy lit rooms.
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go
to Kandahar, or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Categories:
langley, absence, allegory, angel, anger,
Form: Blank verse
why do I love you when all haste say's
that I shouldn't first there was rome
the way the sun danced behind me
over venice canals then there
was Kabul the hints
of the infamous mauve sky catering
to my thighs I could even see how
downtown munich bathed beneath me
an yet all I could envision is that day
that way we danced at Langley
how could our entire surroundings
become so bleakly crafted
above ancient tongues desire
of youthful follies why do I love you
let me count the ways
when everything is said
I guess I loved you more
when I thought you were dead
somewhere over Arlington road
meaningful gestures created
with karma and military orders
us sailing out to sea a quiet vessel
wearing my name on the backside of forever
Categories:
langley, allah,
Form: Chant Royal
remember those days we sat
over looking railroad tracks
picking up rusty metal E's
while collecting long cattails
to burn keeping the mosquitos
at bay while my eyes were
dazzled by lightening bugs
we'd catch placing them
in mason jars sometimes
my cousin would put them
on my ears for glamorous jewels
i fancied that as we sat reciting
hymms humming throughout
langley street leading straight to
our lady of the gardens entrance way
funny how long four o'clock took
opening her flowers right at mass
the gentle way you tended
to my scars on my knees
after a long run of hill deal
at george washington carver school
retrieving golf balls just to tee off
before big momma called us
for dinner i was so young then
our time will never end you were all that i had
much more than that you were my dad
Categories:
langley, dad,
Form: Ballad
the borrowed time
loaned and complete
duration of one's own
thought process
to fit the wedges
of a gloating
truthfulness
Categories:
langley, political
Form: Sonnet