A traveler never forgets
The trees that gave him shade.
A traveler never forgets
The streams that quenched his thirst.
The paths he trod
The winds he rode
The grass he slept
The rocks he leant.
To remember and to be grateful
Is the way of the traveler true.
And –
The trees and streams,
The paths and breeze
The grass and rocks-
They too, will remember him.
As he passes-
Somewhere among the treetops, a rustle.
Branches sway as if a little whirlwind hit.
Against the backlight of the sky, dark shadows
Jump; I look around, hold the bananas close to me.
Above, the sky was a bright blue
Clouds, white, swum lazily
Sun shone bright
Breeze blew gentle.
Atop the tree, on the highest branch
A new leaf, slender and green
Soaked in the sun and danced in the air.
Other leaves wished how they could be
At the top, at the very top.
Humming happily to itself, the leaf,
Humming happily to itself
Nothing above me
But the empty, vast sky!
Trembling in glee, the flower buds
Blushed,
Dreaming of the bees
they were filled to the brim
by the only good thing in their life
they then overflowed
creeping out windows in the dead
of the raging night
they breathed in the vapour relief
relapsing amongst the towering
trees
the corner of metal houses
were the closest thing to a hug
the sirens went around
posters crinkled in the wind
"have you seen this broken child?"
the screams still ring in their
pierced ears
now silenced by the peace
My love my love, my pain.
I stopped smiling since you're gone.
I sometimes pretend your arms are still around me. I sometimes pretend your hand is still in mine.
My love my love, my pain.
Do you ever pretend?
I wish we were back in your basement where nights never seemed to end.
I remember the feeling of your hand on my waist. I remember the sound of your heartbeat when we danced.
I remember softly placing my head on your chest.
My love my love, my pain.
Do you remember? When we kissed in silence surrounded by trees.
When we kissed underneath the starry skies. My love my love, my pain.
I miss your golden eyes
Oh how beautiful
The leaves a bright green
Branches like fingers reaching
To touch and scratch and claw
Their beauty astonishes me.
Oh how I wish I were one
So free
So free
To do
What I
Please
Free
Free
Free
In the summer of 1968
I became a vegetarian.
Reasons: 1) To become plantlike.
2) To stop consuming.
3) To live like a member of the Third World.
4) To do it.
I did it
making friends among bushes and trees
frowning on porkchops in the supermarket
denying the environmental pressures
plunking down roots in the earthly sources
attaching myself to the ground
loving the rain
drawing toward the sun.
Enter, the merciless sponge of the System
the wilderness going down
a light snow
a had been fallen
the brown most showed
knoll trunk knot treelings' U's
The Sound marsh water
ice clump
sparkling root etc
and so far out.
Screeching NYC
macaws
clothesline to oblivion
Move to Hollywood
get up in the morning
jump into your overalls
chop down your own fruit trees
the shadows around the corner before
the cars there's the back windows too slow
moment
away from
the setting sun
project tall bug-
gye flickering past
trees
changed here
through the seasons
over the road
branched out
its like music.
its i like music.
the answer bouncing like a long stemmed
dandelion in april
the most brilliant color in the rainbow,
a bunch of
fantastic
lite beams, smiles, clear ribbons of rain
coloring the sky
the bridge of the sun, the long
womans belly, the horizon.
bubbling up like a stream of sap
thru the trunk
touching the branches, bright
colored bubble surfaces
of sap, spring of sap bubbles