Every evening when I fall asleep
I see my wife of 42 years
Coming to me.
And every morning
I wake up
Feeling her love
.
And I realize
That the one good thing
I have done in this life
Is marry the lady
Of my dreams.
salient arguments
whirlwind across the floor
rugs of rolling hills
closets filled yet more
the ones we never speak of
portraits fleering
infinite mirrored reflections
walls of respective distances
dogs chasing their tales
mad electrons seeking rest
grabbing at foreign orbits
i turn to her
i have failed in suburbia
the great american dream
i am returning to the jungle
my hovel there is safe
i do not speak the language
streets bear names i have never heard
the poet held incommunicado
i always get left on corners screaming
you will be sorry
Lenin and Moscow
MacArthur and the Philippines
Houdini and Death
i shall return, corners are everywhere
waiting for a streetcar
"Desire"
i have come to realize
i will do this again
some men can only pine
i bury them in it
San Blas 90
From afar your shining mien
I have espied with Ero’s awe;
And though I’ve with wobbles
Your fine shores trodden raw,
That testing main I now must
Tour with unhesitating resolve;
And feast on your tartest crust.
As peregrinating king of the sky
His regal gyre at last completes,
And as old voyage yields to new,
Your lone disciple cedes deceits
And throbs that blest sages slew.
With naught but puerile allegiance
And steeliest zeal for salient ways,
He pledges every unflagging loyalty
Till the close of his meliorating days.
smile seeped'n acme
crushed by punctured
moaning metamorphoses met
rustic switch rent
grotesque grips gaunt
tumbling twain taunt
oozing odds sprout
saucy sauce swell
damped smirking dressed
felon fosters fell
smile's salient reincarnation
spanked saucy alakazam.
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eyes etched eerily
in mystic mists
of taunted tracks
drooling death damped
felon feet fostering
hoisted spree heaving
salient satyr scrunching
locked laced lips
in hankering hymns
saucy smirk blushed
zeal cold-blood cupped
punctured pleck dumped
lusty limbs lurching
topsy-turvy twain tumbling.
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The salient drew his mind to the terrors of the day,
and the stink of the long dead buried in the mire.
The creeping barrage sought him hiding in his clay,
found him there and surrounded him in searing fire.
Beneath the wounded trenches his new comrades lie,
broken and dismembered in their regimental symmetry.
And his eyes look on in wonder as such brave men die,
to suit the whims of government and evil serendipity.
Each breath now inhaled brings the horror of the fight,
each movement in his shallow an enemy closer still.
But salvaion comes not before the fading of the light,
and vengeance holds his mind in its readiness to kill.
The crimson rivulets flow slower and the pain is eased,
'mid the weeping, sleeping soldiers and the new dead.
With seeping cordite and gas the god of war is pleased,
while the one remaining guardian cowers in his dread.
'Bring the night, bring the night' he prays in his fear,
as the bombs cascade around him in his clay hollow.
'Let me live and i will make it clear, and tell the truths
and the lies to those who follow!!!'
These were found Amidst the flames of Creativity that Burn deep down Salient
Hearts...
Is there a Likelihood between Bats and Platypuses....
Or maybe between Vampires and Dragons...
Aha! The writings of Saliency on these mild pages...
Damning Thy Six Mad Spirits sending Them Off to that City of Rages...
Life is to be taken in Stages...
Honouring My Quail,Ink and This Wise and Humble Page.
Ranks Are This High,
Just Like Banks That Sigh,
Clouds That Overflow,
Mights That Thunder,
Heights That Daze,
Depths Of Deep Passion..
That Caught All Including Your Slobbery Gaze.
Winds A-Rolling,
Clouds A-Calling,
Like Minds A-Floating,
Deep Sights Of The Morrow A-Coming,
Palm Covered Beaches A-Charming,
Your Beauty and Grace So Soul Warming,
Sweet Trust and Understanding..
Making Heated Sand Dunes,A-chilling..
The Flaming Sea Breeze In Your Sweet Smelling Hair..Oh! What an Harmonius
Bliss..
Pray For Thy Right Prince..
Good Men..Full Of Salient Thinkings..
Beware Of These Ranks Of Men..
Men That Blink,
Must Twitch,
Not Reliable..Always A Flinch,
Men That Bewitch..Must Stink,
My Sweet Belles Beware Of Evil Men..
That Fiery Heat Of True Passion and What It
Revealed To The Soul Of Man..
Do Think A-While.
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