"Traveler's Blues" and Other Poems

Traveler's Blues

just down the road a jog
follow the river 'til it bends
thataway, as the crow flies

I pull up my mount
and peer from the peak at more
mountains on the otherside

the map I was made
must have been made
to get me lost

through a vale
across a dale
over a pass

it's not where I'm going
it's the going

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Is Great Pan Dead?

I want a metaphysic so loose
the most incredible accident could occur
and it wouldn't cause a ripple

In the meantime, I search for the omphallus
and the continuation of culture
Is Great Pan dead?

You're forty feet tall—
put me in your pocket
and take me with you

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Intrusions

another note on my pillow
"the horses are dying"

unnatural things can happen
in a natural way

and quickly

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November Mist

I'll accept the emptiness
and give the figments form

I'll follow these ruts back to a field
filled with blue light on snow

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Friends

Two friends sit
near this fire
counting stars

Ears hear fire
eyes see light
here in this air

Garden of stars
garden of fire
garden of air

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Synthesis

for Bev

O Mother Earth, O Father Sky
We bring you gifts, our step is light
Goddess of the Hearth
God of Sacred Ecstasy
Lord of the Dance
Goddess of Time
God of the Flowers

We give praise with costume & prop
With synthesizer, drum & tambourine
Clap your hands, slap your thighs
Stamp your feet

Let the Divine take possession
Be seized by the Strong Force
Tension release, catharsis reach

Fire leaps about the hearth
Clouds swirl across the sky
Water stalks the sand
Land rises and falls
Beast, plant, galaxy, atom
Dance is older than Love