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Rain Dance

gently on the roof
water marches as rice grains,
manna from heaven
attend our homeland,
exiled clouds pour your romance
onto cracking earth.
Our poor scorpions,
in bellies of hot, dormant
wells raised their generations.
Shamans still dance in rings, arousing bands of blessing.
Timbre grows, grains gaining size, dusty dreams refreshing.

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Clouds and Candy Raindrops

as a child, 
I perceived
the wonderment 
of Clouds. 

and elders 
likewise contemplated 

the curious celebrity of them

the solemnity of shape-shifting skyships

their charity of rain:
	encouraging fruit 
	greening hills
	irrigating joys
keeping 
watch 
around the earth 
in as enviable 
a perch 
as the risen sun 
or mystic moon 
that guides tides.

sun runs
apace 
moon whisks 
its baton away
but Clouds 
stay high,
perpetual
imprints 
covering Space and Time.
Could 
Clouds 
be God's eyes?

 
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when I was
-abecedarian-
counting from one to three,
I licked my lips 
at Clouds 
reckoning 
I'd catch them 
like docile butterflies,
and discern the flavors of miracle floss: 
	                                                must be rose-white sugar
	                                                some barley flour
	                                                lamb's fleece and goose feathers
the elders, lofty and wise, 
disparaged my foolish games.
I tugged 
on the edge of their mountainous faces:
	                                                 wispy chins
	                                                 transient strands
	                                                 billowy beards        
closest clouds 
I'd seen 
	Proximal nimbi 
and their dust trail
of ginger, onion, and clove
pulled pork, frizzled cod, light ashtray
lingered...
               I caught 
               those crazy hairs 
               so hard
               candy-coated 
               raindrops 
               fell!

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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Your good love strengthens bones like sunshine 
My nose, a rose, a toast of red wine 
The great flames of passion licking hot
though evenings grow, firsts sometimes forgot 

Forgot that tender morn our eyes met 
Hot with extraordinary sweat, wet
Wine, a blush cabernet, sparkling smiles 
Sunshine spotless, a wonderful while 

Would I forget Heaven's first advent

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Ma, Pet Assassin

Chubs is gravely flat.
We remove our hats.
Her wheel deflated him—
Chubs, my cuddly cat.

Flounder is lying flat,
ambling on his back.
Her croutons choked him—
Flounder, my friendly catfish.

Gopher is resting back-flat,
striking position for naps.
Her diabolical chocolate gateau
snuffed him out almost.

Gopher rose once again,
my mangy mutt, back-to-life. 
Ma decried; she'd die
in a reindeer stampede

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Now

how long is now ~ right now. honest truth. don't know ~
what if all you had was now ~ you had no past to regret ~
if all you have is now ~ you should abstain from regret ~
what are you doing now ~ honest truth. don't know. but maybe wondering ~
what is wrong now ~ it all started before now ~
what now ~ thinking about it now ~
why now ~ honest truth. don't know. but think it does matter really ~
where are they now ~ some alive. some dead. others liminal. ~
where are you now. need you now ~ 
how about now. still needing. wanting you now. arching brows. catching cows. now is now ~
how now ~ somehow. come here for these feelings. walk. sail. slide. plane. paddle. pedal. glide. camel. crawl there. go figure~
what if now isn't or can't ~ then when ~
if not now. could be a-later ~ like after now ~ 
will you take a-later now ~ waiting in vain for a god. a hero. an infanteer. could think it over~~~~~~~><><><><<><><>............dying now___________________________________________________________

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Solar Moments

Daylight
tickles leaves sparks 
seeds buds unfurl ~
beauty undercover in Moon hegemony

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when doves cry

it's usually early 
as day starts turning 
over 
when the air around is as heavy as 
seas
in your chest 
feelings are intermixed
between despair 
and hope

like the sea 
when your odds are in a bottle,
scribbled futilities tossed to the waves,
exit on the backside 
of tides

until they resurface
with old whale stench
one out of water
tanning
under a hard sun 

doves cry 
in the shade 
of mahogany trees 
between noon and three

when my mother's mother's
roundabout 
nonsense 
lyrics
"Moses speak_God's word 
Isaac too"
come fresh 
to me

the doleful 
doves  
portend cardinality
begging adulterers 
to repent

"Feathery Prophets!"

grandmothers had spoken
   that death will walk 
   into this village,
   some house, any hour,
   more sure than May rain,
   taking stock 
   and mourners...
   and choirs...
   and pastors preach
   and pray you well
   while you sleep
   later we'll all fall asleep

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A Case of Folios

Beard or bard? queried chief counsel, The Spit. 
Bared wit: "alike drunkn greif".
Berkspeller loose in the fief!
Beware, none sings from his lIEf...

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Crazy Neighbour

Next-door was unemendable
From a fall that incredible
all her grace was shredded cheddar
Covert charm's naked departure 
one human coil in porcine bliss 
soaking in her own unkind piss
phantom saucers for tea at noon
Prepare the room, tis Lady Loon

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For a Lost Muse

I sat today, thinking of you.
So, I thought selflessly.
It was a disgusting day too.
The dogs bayed helplessly

At the mountain of fog.
The tall clouds unburdened
Into filthy manholes.
It rained and poured a flood.

In a quiet mind, there it waits
Your poetry, our song.
I felt fine, yes, but who dictates
Rain's where, when, and how long.

Probably Russia, after all,
That'll squeeze us for vodka and potatoes.
Every hand to a bottle and a sack;
Each donning a cerulean babushka.

But the falling rain doesn't soon stop
To let me harvest tears.
These pages entomb drop-by-drop
As white noise crowds our ears.