Peking Breast

Peking breast - less sky, …I’m lying
awake -
with eyes, heavy-lids -

Much less – of the diamond shape; sunset air
– too much for nights
in China.

The curving and curvature of imagination -
I follow - the the great (sun– mouth) from
heaven’s lips–

The kiss few people have felt, (the jade of sound) –
I feel the stars dropping from
out of nowhere-

Everything is not real – just
moaning past me –
I feel the nothing of lightning and thunder –

Ten volumes, thick , grip like lover’s teeth –
My lesson ends - before, water -
Dies of death and grows white hair -


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Her - Lantern Soul

walked off - her breath -
hurting -
soul -

a light, perhaps a fog light -
goes through - a sun, unpopular-

takes - a vision, hold –

being, I am
- we are

origin – coming
around
the

is -

Caressing Human Life

Among the grass, a great afternoon
Standing still, a thousand years

Green peace just resting
The mind and its relaxation unbreaking

The years - one yawn out-
breaking wind


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The Endure

I've come out of morning
The voice of I
So wild with grief and wailing
I no longer remember
My troubled hours
Stretch into me
My very thoughts flee

With courage - these days - I hold



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Kiss My Mind

You'll break my heart
One droplet - breaking water

I promise in my thoughts
To rise - one sea wall

My want - as I want
To dissolve - the face of ruin


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Skin of Sound Mind

Naked of the sea
Naked of sleep

With words - whose heart is not ready to open


copyrighted 2008

Sea Sick

slow and lazy
a call for silence
to become quiet
the ear it waits

filling a place
it is not itself, today

of a pause
to stop because



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Nonverbal

I want to put you to;
the one piece that covers my skin;
fit for the polite things.

As for the perfume;
it doesn't stop often -
but grows weak.

Dressed and having pressed feelings;
A light visible at night.


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Desert Swept

Feet planted warmly on the desert plain;

It goes around my body and stays.

Lately, I've been thinking;

Could you tell me stranger-
Motion with golden voice now: free.

Deflects a gold summer golden beautiful.

Lately, I've been thinking - would you see
the essence of our children.

They would be blanketed (warm sand);
With rising light -flashing in redemption;
and setting lights flashing and coiling - (heat).

I will find you - voice

Delicate - fade away.


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Continum of the Lost and Lonely

Lovers once leaves of trees;
Nobody heard them;

Too cold for the sunrise;
too grave for sleep.

Between the radiance of the sky;
Between walks in footpatterns of flightless snow.

Lovers with footsteps quiet;
The fluttering and tipping "he"
The retracing in postulate circles "she"

Head to shoulders for one another
Parallel lines - one flesh -
throb and sing.

One side: awakening.
The other side: primitive snow.

Nor lovers, nor she, nor he;
It goes on half life - half beating.



copyright 2009

A Loud Fall

The loudest fall -
my heart.

I'm sorry, so sad.

In child's eyes -


Despair and you;

polarid;

Something has died.



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Moving In Silent Rain

On a very clear beach;
Isolation reaches, slowly;

The sea dead,
it swims half way - I stop

The moment is with incomplete sense;
I'm out alone.

I can't afford the rain, when silent rain repeats.


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Maybe the Sea

Softness behind my neck
Where your eyes dream of silk
My thirst is taken and I am thirsty

A milestone of morning thus
Shines - I am not alone
But I push and pace with tranquility

Mindless do I -
In cranberry sun
Carry myself to the graceful imagination of the sea

Having no sense
Mine is a borrowed desire
Where my brothers and sisters follow me and we sing

By the something ghostly – maybe the sea!


Cpyrighted 2009

Clarinet Glass Lover

The clarinet glass lover -

the return of the clarinet glass lover
wake up with a wine glass clarinet shape
in your hands to feel the boiling tinge

it seems exactly how my fingers craft
looking over absolutely riveting
how the miracle drips

i raise my glass
piking to a shrine or a dumb flute
close to a hot bath

plays the clarinet glass
my shape it weaves in a cheer



Copyrighted 2009

City Stars (A Writer's Abstract)

City stars look like birds.
Last night, they flew away -
To the city far away.

I write this city book (a diary)-
With mean pages of I pity and communist saints

Last night,
I lay awake -
I heard the night mumbling.

The words -
The words wouldn’t fly.

I wanted to write them down.
But the critic on my skin
kept on giving me empty air.

The night wind made many sounds;
It eventually dropped my words.

My words hit ground -
Between the paper and its poet;
There lays a kingdom in my mind - a creation.
On the horizon making it makes its poetic speech.
It flees into night glory -
The city stars like birds (when they flew away)
They dove deep into my guts

I am - this night bird flying - into the horizon
My spirit is melting on paper.


Coyrighted 2009