hija love to padre

i guess
Miles Davis
reminds
me of
my padre,
dear dad

you know
i had
tears
hot full
bubble
salt
strolling down my cheeks

first time in weeks

thats okay
tears replenish
the soil,
Co would say

Miles Davis and you
Dad
this is one of i think
several,
thank you
love you
remember you
Dad

best i could hope to have

you are in the music
It Never Entered My Mind
endless reasons and rhyme
why passing time
with you in Madrid was something id never wanna rid
forget, or bet off

today
i ate
a candy pepper
and shared
the next one
with you
i know
you liked it

and now, the
peppers are gone
and Miles is long
and yr in a hotel on a lawn
in Rome
perhaps literally or no
my brain is bleary and so
the best thing to say is
i love you
and
i am
because of you

thank you

a heart poem/2

a heart is an organ
that plays a canorous
chaotic
cancion, or song
am i wrong

in writing about the organ
that plays our days
in beats on the streets
as our feets
walk and
as our mouths
talk and

some brains attain knowledge
of the holledge polledge
and ledge we
place the brain and heart
on
to dutifully carry on more smart
and sophisticated so yesterday wouldnt berate
us and
our distance, silence, weapons and usage of all
and clamoring for space, over race and
a true place for peace

between, amongst, within and all around the red and green and white and black
organ keys- ah, awaits such keen

a heart poem

rib ripped

one yesterday
one today

heart exposed
every part knows

touched heart
winces open
at yr dart

heart hears
nothing
heart feels
everything

heart beats
careful

ribs ripped
dart slipped

elan-prana tripped

eyes open close
rip rip no fib

its truth from lip
de la vida

o madrid, dice VALE!

the cursor blinks on the screen
i want to tell you everything

here the phone line ring
you are calling
oh but now im balling
all this up
to bounce it around
and sink a shot downtown
to elude the frown and leave the clown

to look for one of his shoes

that, like me
is lost in a sea of desire
burning up yea, oh fire
rage on rage on
burning and rolling and rising and smoking
sometimes to regenerate
sometimes to renegotiate
the hand the field the seed the sea
stones

are meaning

and in my blankness
beating like time ticking waiting
and wicking the impatience
as it hangs coldly in the air
perhaps for me to stare
at the words
i would never dare
say

so you kno

the mother
of
two boys
eyes me
in her
driver seat belt
womanrollin
in
4 wheel drive
to
soccer practice
with
blush, braces, bible
and
her rush is not tribal
for her calendar
is her (second savior)
and her
third eye
might espy
a bohemian
on
the
fly

JAN words, finally

what shall love make us do
as we are restricted by distance we
i,
will oscillate in darkness
mourning the loss of depth in which i plunged
with you
as now i float so otiose
like
a child who cannot sink deeper
bobbing mindlessly
yet knowing how less
sensing
less alive
i am

what shall love make us do
i,
shall deflate the floaties
and kick my legs down deep
to find you
waiting for me and
swim swirl ansanm
like a dream but awake
and alive and we wander not
in a lake
but an ocean
eternal and possible

love is indefatigable energy and love is force and love is possible