Sunday, December 31, 1978
Sunday, December 24, 1978
APHRODISIAC
He sits with his back to me,
and his reflection in the mirror
watches me intently.
Quite mad, his glazed fire opal eyes peer at me.
He had been nibbling upon the mistletoe earlier,
and was obviously quite high on its necromantic properties.
The druids never mentioned anything about a cat
getting high on mistletoe.
But then again, he doesn’t like catnip.
Aphrodite never told him he is supposed to get high
on catnip either.
Buggins, a large, longhair, orange, and white tabby was quite an intelligent character. Completely nuts. Bob, who thought he didn’t like cats, took the cat when we broke up. I was devastated. But I was also homeless for quite some time.
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Thursday, December 21, 1978
KAT HAIKU
Sleepy cat stretches
his popsicle toes furrily—
southern sun bathes him.
Asleep in a dark room,
my gut for a launchpad, cat
settles in for a bath.
Crumpled prayer rug
on the floor while the glib cat
quietly licks his paws.
Cat innocently
licks his paws, again surveys
the prayer rug, crumpled.
Lonely, straightened rug
waiting for the nesting cat
to attack again.
Cat lies in waiting,
watches rug suspiciously
for some sign of life.
Dawn, suspiciously
cat, and I watch each other
for some signs of life.
Winter, 1978
Friday, November 24, 1978
THE CAGE
THE CAGE
The soft rush of wings
beat against the steel confines
beat against the steel confines
of the prison, the sound
of pealing church bells
strikes against the bars,
the cage that encompasses
more than a heartbeat.
No date, found on a scrap of paper with the poem called the scars on my toes from 1978.
ODIYAN
ODIYAN
Afternoon winter sun melts gently upon us
Along the winding ridge, the American Indian,
Afternoon winter sun melts gently upon us
as we gaze at the shimmering ocean
from the inner courtyard of the Tibetan monastery
tucked away in the coastal hills of California.
Along the winding ridge, the American Indian,
and the American Buddhist coexist together,
in tune with the earth’s rhythms, and today is my birthday.
11/24/1978
I was with Bob’s little brother, Marc Hamilton who was living with us in Cotati. Marc was interested in Buddhism, so we drove in my blue bug to various monasteries.
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Friday, September 1, 1978
WORD OF THE LORD
WORD OF THE LORD
Clean-shaven young men on tinny, two-wheeled steeds,
Clean-shaven young men on tinny, two-wheeled steeds,
ride, dressed and suits of gray conservatism,
Bible and Watchtower in hand, bringing to the suburbs
the word of the Lord.
no date but I do remember writing it.
ANGELS OF DEATH
ANGELS OF DEATH
Thunderous applause—
Hells Angels rumbled into the quiet valley,
riding slowly, dressed in black leather and jeans.
A Thanatos cult of crossbones, the ritual of
chains,
wings,
chrome and steel.
They paused for beer at the Lodge
and were made ordinary
in the mid-60s summer heat.
Hitching back from school,
I was a curious observer
as they passed me by.
No date, but probably written in Forest Knolls
FLUID PROCESSES
FLUID PROCESSES
Geometric shapes, the antithesis
of creative processes
unfold in a sterile environment.
We are organic fluidity,
soft curves and warm places,
neither sharp, nor angular—
we unfold ourselves,
and create.
No date.
THE SCARS ON MY TOES
THE SCARS ON MY TOES
The scars
on my toes of childhood, they dwell,
remembering hot summer,
swimming hole days, bathed
in liquid green of algae and cattails.
Willows and alder perched upon rocks,
alizarin roots, and threads of garnet
in the cracks, naked,
nut brown bodies with skin of green water,
became like the wise frogs basking
on log islands,
and the minnows nibbled at our toes.
No date circa 1978
INLAND PASSAGE
The mid-day midsummer sun warmed
the railroad ties that smelled of tar and creosote,
and the light gathered on the Inland Passage
shimmering to the west,
to the Queen Charlotte Islands, & beyond, to Japan.
Haida bear who stands sentinel
to the deserted longhouses, last night
your ocean swells rolled and rocked our ship
until everyone was seasick.
So peaceful now, with secret coves
forested islands and factory ships.
The dolphins appeared at sunset
and escorted us to port.
June, 1977 or 78?
Headed to Prince Rupert
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