Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts

​REVISITING INSOMNIA


4 am lost in the never 
land of chronic insomnia
a dark forest ravished by storms
where dreams go to perish
 
My mind hijacks my destiny
speaks in a foreign tongue
devours the silence like a sinkhole
Walks up and down my spine like
a gypsy tailor pushing a garment cart
down a long cobbled road
 
A sacrificial virgin burns in volcano ash
a Tijuana Jesus nailed to a plastic cross
winks at the twelve wise men making
a return trip to the Manager
after a shopping spree at Walmart’s
 
Poems swirl in my head like helicopter blades
drop me off at a graveyard where
a one-handed fortuneteller trades in
her crystal ball for a pack of tarot cards
 
My love returns from the Bermuda Triangle
in the disguise of a mermaid
 
There is no shelter from the storm
the river flows through North Beach into
the Café Trieste drowns one sleeping poet
and a burned out jazz musician
 
A political poet floats down to Spec’s Bar
with Mao’s little red book clutched in his hands
 
Pope Francis pleads for humility
God answers with a bolt of lightning
Jesus raises the stakes with rolling thunder
 
An army of red ants marches
backwards off a cliff
A bee colony drips honey between
he legs of a dairy queen
A haunted house coughs up
an angry ghost drunk on death

Dante gives up his seat in Hell
to Rosa Parks who recites
the Lord’s Prayer in Hebrew
to a honky Sheriff in Alabama
 
Saint Peter empties purgatory
turns sinners into saints
Van Gogh demands his ear back
 
A new born baby is sacrificed at the Louve
a French Mistress closes her legs in protest
the mirror splits in half mocks my existence
Satan recruits me
God mocks my counter offer

a whisper of sleep camps inside my eyeball
I surrender with a whimper drown in a series
of Hail Mary’s recited by a defrocked priest
surrounded by thirteen sexy nuns
dressed in see through habits






            


                                                                       


THOUGHTS ON THE CALIFORNIA DROUGHT

THOUGHTS ON THE CALIFORNIA DROUGHT


sitting here feeling like a used car
one part after the other failing me
the aroma of  fresh brewing coffee
wakes my brain cells


the drought laughs at the masses
teases them with a light drizzle
picture of an old lover stares at me
from its place on the mantle
her smile warm as the campfire

I sat around as a child
my room a dust garden
my hamstring pull refuses to address
the promised golden years drown
in quicksand


Israel and Palestine engaged in endless war
Putin playing death games in Moscow
proof the cave man still lives inside us


fields toiled by immigrants
now treated like criminals
the elderly a liability


the young puppets in a political game
poets once warriors on skateboards
now prisoners of pride and envy


I take refuge in the soft raindrops
the peace of solitude rides my veins
like a steamship treading calm waters


the garden of my mind is still green
poems wait to be planted in fertile soil
no drought can kill