Poetry; Pegasus Press, Kerrville, TX, 1997, $4.95.

A Reading Sample (collected in Eros in Sanskrit)

Tree, Mend Us

“Not the coffee you’re waiting for her to offer thee,” my muse rang me on the Softly as I Leave You hot line, “but the life story you need shine warp-speed-&-glory with right now. Drop the rest impressed by the power of less & win me with long-lasting love witness on the always built for more metaphor express: passion unpreventable once in outpour affluent, a wonderwall of waterfall exuberant.

“Don’t you know so much depends on a red wheelbarrow beside white chickens that glisten through May’s winged spring so let’s crunch the hunch to listen daffodil & rust-free: April ain’t the cruelest month. Beyond a lunch pail Aristotle’s single-pole/double-throw switch there’s a human throttle which, when you embrace me please, we equal infinity. The hip truth’s in the motion of the ocean come mountain top tip straight from the temple to Isis, that is, know thyself & see-heal-glow-feel helter-skelter-no-shelter’s full eclipse a moon disc stops the sun with & let us descend the limned depths.”
“Easy for you to say,” I said, “but I’m afraid of the dead. Furthermore, being like water & seeking the lowly has got me on all fours & I’m sinking slowly. As for love, it’s already torn me to shreds.”

“Babypop, lose your art or show some heart, dismemberment’s got this one advantage: you get to see all the parts. A war’s on, son, so to the Lady’s cause run to stand under the understanding slipped through the gates of Eden where shade’s the oasis of the highway & love’s the secret revealed only in beholding it, so lay low, son lover, lay low: the hills shimmer like the patterns our own stilled bodies make in big happy soil song after the rains torrential, take me to that monsoon reason if you’re movin’ a mountain to Mohammed this season. Send us to Tree Mend Us where old growth forests ring-tell a tale’s end in a mouth’s beginning, singing what’s born in nature doesn’t die, only changes shape & size. Beyond reductive norms called attached-to-your-own-form bring me along eight lunar phases: virgin & fertile, curious & seductive, ecstatic & abandoned, exhausted & wise.”