Long Oysters Poems

I met with some bankers in fine textured suits.
I struck a deal quick. (I had such a knack.)
I offered rare cacti and tropical fruits – 
a cure-all for things that ail your back.

I served 'em...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And willow-haired orangutans.

I spent...

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The Sun was acting rather strange
With the Moon and Stars concerned.
As it was not content to share the sky...
And not prepared to wait its turn.
So the sea was simmering and boiling hot
Without the night's return.

But...

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a heave and a shove, into the ocean she goes
where she stops no one knows,
floats and floats till it may sink
you may spot it with  red ribbon bows.

message in a bottle set off to...

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You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right,
Who could have...

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Every time I change directions
lately, and possibly beforely,
Trees stand by to mentor
and nurture,
to feed with branched hands
to bleed when uprooted
from aptic past centuries
of hibernating winter naps.

Trees of original pheromone attraction,
August spawned
like Taurus colonizing crabgrass
embedded in...

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WE ARE CANADIAN, EH?

We came across the Bering Strait twelve thousand years ago. 
We didn't linger long up there – 'twas 99 below!
We wandered south while looking for a Timmy's 'round each bend,
Just something in...

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Have you ever felt like you needed to talk to someone?
Someone whom you could open the closet to and unveil the skeletons that you have been hiding
Someone who you could connect to soul to soul
Someone...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a...

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"Like a shooting s t a r,
         plunging from lunar fields of lavenders,
  to touch the aqua a b y s s a l,
  ...

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Just add beer and abracadabra . . . 
Flavor galore! 
Just don’t add too much . . . 
Alcoholism is a disease. 
It should cook out though. Anyway, I hope it’s not too cheesy. 
Some...

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"Piranhas"



Piranhas
thrashing tales
to the feeding frenzy
de rigueur

someone’s torn
they can smell the blood

pointing fingers in a mirror
writing with burley
on their star studded
glowing wall 

craggy oysters
peppered salty
grey and green 
furry mouthed

blunt, stunted minds
lacking wisdom

scattering envy 
curling vitriol
like iron...

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Ch8, cont.

Northward parallel the valley.
And their ridge-top elevation 
Gave advantage of perspective 
They could see the forest's ending
 
In the distance. That same evening 
Would reveal a stronger reason 
For Ipiki's intervention
Something sensed in his...

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"Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, 
      which once vibrated with indigo streams
  in sparks of salient storms ~
   I soar across melancholic mangroves, 
   ...

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In the gilded halls of the lush royal palace,
Portraits and busts of illustrious men,
Adorn the gardens and marble fireplaces,
But those of their wisdom no longer reign.

Withered are the founding principles,
Replaced by the capriciously whimsical,
The lofty...

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"The Chalice of Murdered Crows"





How many moonbeams
would it take to overflow 
my chalice bathe me naked
dew kissed diamond glistening
bare skin freedom feet seeking
my missing, slow dancing lover’s athamé


How many sunbeams
would it take to burn 
your...

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Lisa’s dad has a visitor from out of town - a “very important man.” He came early. He was dressed casually, in slacks, and a jacket over a mock-turtleneck. He was genial, behind tortoiseshell glasses,...

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A slipper stained in a knot is appearing to emulate a wanton soup. Wanton soup is grinning a beaming smile. Whirling around. Nine noodles nimbly nick niceties. And the prawn dance begins as they fling...

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the Yuguang Island is quiet and peaceful 
the sunset tower made from the washed up woodwork and string
along the coast of Tainan elicits a sense of awe and beauty 
the colorful sky, the waves on...

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In Jan, nineteen thirty-three, there was man called Mick Malloy
At the time he was an alcoholic and a poor homeless boy.
A young Irish fire-fighter out of work
He left his home in Donegal - to find...

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There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the...

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Under the shadow of a maple tree,
Green as summer, wistful and praising
Like the peace blowing dandelion seeds
Risking the rain’s rhythmic showers,
Against blades of tempting July sprinkling
Haphazardly against the wonders beyond
Silent prayers, raised by last night’s...

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Talk to me now...of day break
Of questing light
The sky
Salted with clouds
crimson with a spectrum of a rainbow at dawn
or
peppered with grey and raindrops

Sugared all
with the seeds of a new day

The question lies ahead
eventually we all...

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A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or...

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