The Pebble That I Was
The Compost News Blues
She came
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
You
& Fyodor & Change
You and Fyodor
and change
came down to my place in the summer’s sun
and brought with you the nighttime
in all its splendid colors.
And it pulsed me through the evening
like some mammoth trucker’s 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
algae stew,
these were the things that I once drew.
Didn’t 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 didn’t make Life, nor the cover of Time,
but the Compost News thinks...I’m divine.
© 1973, 2002
Second
book of poetry, 41 poems,
42 pages, published in 1982.
Poems include:
Notes on Design/The Magic of the Moon
Saturday Sun
In the Park/Through The Leaves
Book 4
New Found Grace
Child of Mine
Young Turkey Son
Kite Fly
To My Daughter & Friend
My Son Chris
Twentieth Century Mary/Love Letters to My Lady
Buzzards
of Love
While Drinkin’ Beer from a Bottle
Like a Rock in Love
...and more