Saturday, July 8, 2017

Saturday, April 8, 2017


Kill, kill, kill and keep on killing until you run out of people to kill

and then kill, kill, kill animals and keep on killing until you run out of animals to kill

and then kill, kill, kill plants and keep on killing until you run out of plants to kill

and then kill, kill, kill the environment and keep on killing until you run out of air to breathe and water to drink

and then find another planet to kill, kill, kill and keep on killing!

Kill, kill, kill.

Kill, kill, kill.


Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Poem #1-2016 Paddling the Cobbosseecontee

With thanks to Gary Snyder for
Four Poems for Robin/Siwashing it out once in Siuslaw Forest

We moved along the calm water
Sunlight dropping hard
Sweating in our life jackets
Hands glued to their work
Feet firmly planted
No thought but forward
Our first time was like this
Paddling together on the Cobbosseecontee
We met late in life
Both of us almost half a century
Now we're 10 years older
You're retired and I'm not
But that's the way of things
Our stream calls us
We don't move so fast anymore
But we remember when we could

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Poem #1-2015 The Only Poem

So much depends -- sorry, WCW -- on the upshot
the downdraft
the uptake
the downtrodden
the uprising
the downcast
the upstarts
the downplays
the uplands
the downwinds

And so much depends - sorry again, Walt -- on
both of them, not one or the other

No life without death, light without dark...
blah blah blah we get it, Mr. Watts,
but only in our heads and that's the wrong place for it

It needs to be written on our hearts
but now I sound Biblical
and this was supposed to be spontaneous

Crapshine toodle-oo pisspot Mother Macree alien
invasive species rag-a-muffin carol Dickens
peacepipe terrorist free-for-all Seminole
aging ratter-tatter resistance underground

Words are easy
It's the living of  'em that's hard

And you don't need to be a red wheelbarrow to figure that one out

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Poem #7-2013 Less Can Be More?

It's      all     vibration,
            and relation,
and avoiding castration

 Submitted to Open Link Night #108

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Poem #6-2013 Mortality

On waking this morning:
a hintergedanken
Something, slippery ... unspoken
Looming just out of consciousness

Drove to the nearest cemetery
Lay down in the grass atop John Siemens
Never heard of him before
He was mortal like me

Climbed up and sat on his headstone
My feet dangled
Heels bounced on the etched dates:
1945 - 2004

His entire life unfolded in that one-inch dash
Didn't even make sixty years
Wonder if I will
John said it was unlikely

Other dead spoke to me
Mothers and fathers
Gone angels spinning
Around my disbelief

Jumping down
I left two footprints
Dug into the grave
A defiant act not contained in John's dash

Bought an ice cream cone on the way home

                                      Submitted to Open Link Night #97

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Poem #5-2013 Forest Haiku

Symptom of nature
I walk through the piney woods
Through myself darkly

                                   Submitted to Open Link Night #96