Living on grains knee-hi grass and good karma
To work in a garden I do but
Somehow I still walk past your smile in the hallway
Passing eyes and a smile that live in my mind w/o knowing
One day our sons will inherit those same dark chocolate saucers
w/sweet as milk faces and grow up to out-height all the grown-ups so quickly
Ho! Go back to the times of good karma & knee-hi grass. We are in a poem and I am free.
Be 30 in 1996: no offspring, no marriage, no house of your own. The future is untold.
My chakras are all open. A fistful of popcorn & two dogs yet gone are the stars in my eyes.
Hey, do you remember: Don’t Let The Stars Get In Your Eyes?
Smiling President Reagan illustrated by Sue Coe?
I can’t forget that and remember so much. Why would you insist I’m a poet?
Yo, I’m just taking a break (from NYC and you) waiting.
It’s sunset at Hersey’s place up in Millbrook and Kalahari is still alive.
I’m in charge of four dogs all of them related + an old vineyard, a huge property. John’s away.
Without you my Darling—there’s no pressure, no gravity and no desire. I’m in heaven.
Check- given the gift of living and to sense all of Earth’s perfections
What’s wrong with me? Each day I see the end. That’s my affliction.
I smell tho’ the air I know will have no odor.
The taste is salt because that’s how tears are
My sons are with me because that and new teeth are all I really want anymore
Let’s say all the dogs are gone and those with power cannot see that heaven is Earth after all
Now my breasts fold into me—I’m heartbroken.
The natural order please? Yes the children were/are the whole point!
Until thy see Earth and Heaven are one
then & only in the end will true intimacy be restored.
