Sunday morning & in front of all the doors

the newspapers, stranded like dead sea lions.

Saturday I sat on a black bike & rode

north to San Francisco,

City Lights bookstore & a cafe Mocha at Trieste,

across the Bay Bridge to Berkeley

& not even one free Neruda… Read full post »

Although I saw your departure

hanging like smoke above your arrival

torrential sun rising from a sea of milk

eagerly I threw myself

into the sacred combat

that world in which poems are possible

the metaphysical equivalent of dueling scars

poetry cutting through all knots & locks

riding storm-oaks… Read full post »

Hello this is Greg
I can’t answer
the phone right now
because I am busy
doing absolutely nothing –
Because I am changing
the air in my skies –
Because I can no longer
afford to own a voice –
Because the telephone
has come down sick –
Because I have learned
that the morning
is can… Read full post »

My palace, 10x20, is crowded with aloneness.

The years have thrown the faces high

into the wind, and the wind blew

the silence down again.

My bowls and cups contain this not-noise.

Evening is morning

without sunrise,

and a song I can't remember the words to

hangs quietly as a cobweb… Read full post »

MY CONFESSION – 

I wanted to be a man

composed completely of white snow

with eyes of dark stone

existing only in winter.

In the spring I would tumble

over a waterfall

and assume the pale blue of the sky

resting as a small lake

beneath a willow-tree.

She loves me… Read full post »

On the splintered cliff above the rambling shorebreak

the small brown-bodied birds scamper,

picking among the green moss in a dance

for something to eat.

I, a man, semi-Anthony-Quinn,

the whole catastrophe...

My lungs, hair, whiskery, quivering bicep,

trembling dove, heart.

The rent, maneuvers of f… Read full post »

Song without words, born in me like the seed

of a seed, heart of the light

and pearl of the black stones

that live all year under the blind man's house--

Your thin fingers of paper and rosepetal,

your two eyes like two seas under a single moon,

and your hair… Read full post »