Thursday, December 31, 2015

What It Wants

Seeing it arise –
it sharpens more than blunts
the hunger in your eyes.
You're what each other wants.


Wednesday, December 30, 2015

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.”

they thought,
this might have

something strange
to do with art.



Nirvana doesn't keep you
from the void.
It puts you in it,



Though she lacks femur ankle tibia,
we love our sweet Amphibia.
She tells us where to go.
She always knows what fo'.


Tuesday, December 29, 2015

How Stuff Happens

Catalysts and midwives,
we co-create with essence.
Tantalizing into lives –
exacting effervescence.


Monday, December 28, 2015

You Oz-most!

Ah, you dimple
on the behind
of the cosmos!
You vastly
irascible mind!
You Oz-most!


Sunday, December 27, 2015

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.


Saturday, December 26, 2015

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.


Friday, December 25, 2015

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
selling it.


Thursday, December 24, 2015

Elves, After Christmas

Up till Christmas,
elves are cute and mild.

After Christmas,
elves are other stuff.

Elves become acutely wild.
Elves get tough.


Wednesday, December 23, 2015


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.


Tuesday, December 22, 2015

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.


Monday, December 21, 2015

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.


Sunday, December 20, 2015

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.


Saturday, December 19, 2015

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.


Friday, December 18, 2015

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.


Thursday, December 17, 2015

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)


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.


Wednesday, December 16, 2015

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.


Tuesday, December 15, 2015


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.


Monday, December 14, 2015

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.


Sunday, December 13, 2015

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.


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.


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.


Saturday, December 12, 2015

It’s a Gas

It’s a gas
to be
a horse’s