What It Wants

Seeing it arise –

it sharpens more than blunts

the hunger in your eyes.

You're what each other wants.

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After Showering

And so he sat there,

after showering,

in contemplation

with his friend

about the concept

of an “end” –

and if it had

by definition

to imply a “start.”

Perhaps,

they thought,

this might have

something strange

to do with art.







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Nirvana

Nirvana doesn't keep you

from the void.

It puts you in it,
unalloyed.

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Amphibia

Though she lacks femur ankle tibia,

we love our sweet Amphibia.

She tells us where to go.
She always knows what fo'.

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How Stuff Happens

Catalysts and midwives,

we co-create with essence.

Tantalizing into lives –

exacting effervescence.











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You Oz-most!

Ah, you dimple

on the behind

of the cosmos!

You vastly

irascible mind!

You Oz-most!









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Sweet Fellow

Come with me, sweet fellow,

to the next stage of the game –

wherein you will discover

how to find your fears a name.












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Not Just Blue

Blue appeared to us today, once more –

though differently than it had come before –

it took the form of an amorphous god –

whose being seemed to give a nod

to noticing the odd enormity of any hue –

the strangeness of all color, not just blue.










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Power and Some Glory

There was power

and some glory

in their story

though they

hadn’t gotten

round to telling it.

But they were

contemplating

selling it.

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Elves, After Christmas

Up till Christmas,

elves are cute and mild.

After Christmas,

elves are other stuff.

Elves become acutely wild.

Elves get tough.










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Surface

Today you met the sweet serenity of shapes –

in love with surface more than depth –

flat drapes of curves, no plunging plumb lines –

as if there were no depth but surface –

and that thereon had always lain all purpose.

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How Are You Feeling Today?

Today you’re not a woman or a man –

you are a clan of comfortably jumbled

faces, hands and body parts.

You are a living exposé of all the arts:

you think the lot of them are swell.

In other words, you’re feeling

(thank you very much)

quite well.











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Winter Solstice!

The monks in your psyche

are likely to haunt you –

entice you and taunt you

into an embrace of the dark –

climb down to its shore

and its sea and embark.












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Happily Amalgam Algorithm of a Thing

This happily amalgam algorithm of a thing –

with traits and powers mostly unlike ours –

winged and nippled, sporting genitalia,

tail and smile – we’ve grown to like his style.

He seems to plan to stay a while.

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I’m a Fan

Adept in inducing a trance with a glance –

sweet on his feet with a beat – long and strong

in tight pants and romance – so delectably deft

in his stance – hot damn! I’m a fan of you,

Song-and-Dance Man.

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Eating Snickers

He’d heard red hair, in time,

will turn to white:

this helped him to rethink

his sorry plight,

and find

a cause.

He’d wait until

he looked like Santa Claus!

Of course

he wasn’t fat.

But eating Snickers

could take care of that.










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Threat and Promise and Glory

When I emerged from the E Train onto 35th Street & 8th Avenue early this morning and saw this magnificent monster of a sparsely lit building - it zapped me back to my earliest memories of being driven into and through Manhattan to get to Jersey City to visit relatives on my father's (German) side (often for Christmas, so it would have been around this time) - how fearfully curious I was about similarly lit windows in big buildings - wondered who was behind them, what they were like, what it would be like to BE up there, what it would mean to live in a mountainous maze like that -- it was horrifying and magnetic all at once. I got my first seminal dose of the power of this city as a small child -- I felt it like an electric charge: unconquerable, terrifying, riveting.

So interesting to have so deeply 'colonized' it since then - with me mostly now pulling to my heart the more human-sized cityscape of the east and west village - immersing myself, as you know, in my compelling love of 19th century ornament & proportion & zeitgeist -- the vibrantly living past of the city -- and yet and yet - always always - psychically harboring that mixture of awe and love and terror which the sight of huge dark partly lit buildings like this sent blasting thru me as a child -- & without which I don't think you can say you've 'gotten' New York even a little. I got it when I was little, and it's never left. The thrill is dimensional: it threatens to kill and it promises un-dreamed-of life, and probably eventually (if you stay here, as I shall) always delivers on both threat and promise.

My facebook friend 'landscape' is wonderfully global - and comprises all manner of sexual, affectional, political, social, family, geographical and stage-of-life proclivity - but those of you who were not a gay man in 1970s Manhattan cannot, I think, know the ways my tribe of beings were able, all but literally, to 'make love' from and in and with and out of the dark strangeness of this place -- and if we survived, which many of us didn't -- to make real homes out of and in it - in a way, to requite the psychoanalytic hope of coalescing beast with angel, sadness with joy and ennui - to become parent and child and lover to ourselves - and when we could (& can) to people we find we love - and to the terror and joy which New York breeds so beautifully & indiscriminately. I have always felt that New York is the only 'actual' place I have ever known which in every respect is equal to, mirrors the infinity of, being human. Inner and outer meet here with complete success and abandon. For me.

Anyway, seeing this building brought all of this to a fine nourishing simmer in me today. I love that simmer.

(dupe of facebook post, 12.16.15)

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At Least for Now

Randomly conjoined,

we find our symmetry

in balance – connected,

standing up, we won’t

fall down – at least for

now. Our awkwardness

achieves some grace!

We’re not sure how.










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When You Look the Other Way

The only reasonable

understanding we can think

to bring to anything today is to suppose

that when you look the other way you’ll find

at least a slightly different situation or event

or metaphor or trend than you had found

before. And this is not the end.

There will be more.












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Wrestle-Dance

Before and after Sir Adam wore pants,

and Lady Eve ate that bad apple,

you wrestled yourself sometimes into a dance –

and often waltzed into a grapple.

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Naked People

Do naked people

have more fun

than people who

wear clothes

like me and you?

Bunny and her

honey Gunther

say they do.









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The Queen and her Companion Hugh

“What we’ve got a lot of in our skies is blue!”

the Queen announced as if were a vindication

of her nation’s health and wealth, and her purview.

Her ever-present and adored companion Hugh

agreed, in every interview, that this was true.

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Art to Part the Heart

I want my language

to be pictures

& my pictures
to be words –

I’d like each art

to part the heart.

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Born in Bliss

We'd like to think we're born in bliss.

It’s softer than the thought that we erupt

from an abyss.

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It’s a Gas

It’s a gas

to be

a horse’s

ass.

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