to me as always
like the fragrance of a flower,
and tucked between the pages
of my ignorance and my arrogance,
she chanced to read me and believe me
like the pages of a book.
And no words within my head,
nor ever mumbled from my bed,
shall sanctify the feelings that I knew.
And the pebble that I was
soon became a castled rock.
© 1973, 2002
& Fyodor & Change
You and Fyodor
came down to my place in the summers sun
and brought with you the nighttime
in all its splendid colors.
And it pulsed me through the evening
like some mammoth truckers tailgate,
hauling onions from San Josie
to the East Coast through the night.
© 1982, 2002
From the series, How
to Wear a Pumpkin,
coming in the next iteration. Halloween in
corporateville, the Bechtel Corporation,
50 Beale Street, 19th floor, San Francisco,
California, circa 1985.
Rockets and vessels and
these were the things that I once drew.
Didnt make Life, nor the cover of Time,
but the Compost News had a cover of mine.
Ten thousand copies went through the mail,
a shower of glory or was it hail?
No golden record upon my wall,
but the Compost News hangs there for all.
No, I didnt make Life, nor the cover of Time,
but the Compost News thinks...Im divine.
© 1973, 2002
book of poetry, 41 poems,
42 pages, published in 1982.
Notes on Design/The Magic of the Moon
In the Park/Through The Leaves
New Found Grace
Child of Mine
Young Turkey Son
To My Daughter & Friend
My Son Chris
Twentieth Century Mary/Love Letters to My Lady
While Drinkin Beer from a Bottle
Like a Rock in Love