temple builder

temple builder
pray for light
farm and fish
help another people out

work together
build and build
soon your glory will be glory shining
showing all who see

mirage

i paint yellow ochre desert heat
across you with my eyes.
reclining, your hair floats.
your hands express your languor.

this is the mist of magic-time
extended through the day.

i imagine.
sweat beads on your outstretched breasts
evaporate instantly.
you expose yourself to me because i like it.

champagne drips from your pubic hair.
i drink.
storms swell in the distance.

sandstorms, we think, at first, but we don't care.
the heat is building and must get hotter.
steam is coming from the inside. we create it. it does not become sweat.

we create water. we create life.
i enter you. the storm rages.
the herds stampeding, the air scorching,
the heat so hot convection
starts in us and explodes outward,
pulling the heat so fast the heat becomes cool,
the air swirls, the rain
comes down.
the steam we create becomes rain.

and the plains are fed, the dry is dead, the flowers bloom.
we create life.

rest assured

i want to lick your pussy
i want to lick it slow and soft
and slow
and throb
and slow until you start
to glow
and feel your heart
beat slow
and lose yourself in time
and lose my face in slime and grow
and know you're everything i want and flow
and go up to the top and slow
stand still for all eternity
and ride the crest ashore
and smile
and fall down to the floor and fall asleep

poem for marion

marion, startlingly blue
electric voicebox laughing,
scribble and go twizzle-dizzle.

tiny bubbles caught me on your face
and now i can't become unglued.

i'm stuck to you. you make me do
the silly do the sloopy doo.
the silly putty loop-de-loop!

i write and smile and think of you
and all the things that i would do
to have you by my side
i'd glide and hang on through a bumpy ride
and sail across the sea inside
a barrel made of pumpkin pie!

i'd like to see you near me.
though i see you when i close my eyes
it's not as good as touch i'd like
to touch you.

i could make you feel
delights
that you could never steal
unless you were inside a seal
and how the hell would you do that?

but if you could i'd be surprised
and that would just be one surprise
on top of all the other
blow my mind
surprises
you have given me
your beauty
and your light
you shine as though the moon were bright
on new year's day
sometimes it is
and sometimes "is" can rhyme with "kiss"
especially if you have a lisp.
but if you had a lisp i'd rearrange it to a lips
and then i'd kiss your lips
like long ago
in fairy tales
and we would ride
across the clouds
on dragons
to a super slide

and fall in love.
you'd be my bride.
the children would be at your side
and mine
and we would have some more
and fill up all the houses,
four, at least
and it would take a hundred years
or more.
why not?

if i can dream it
you can read it
we can see it
we can be it
from the sunrise to the sunset
from the winter to the spring
from the autumn to the ocean
from the birds until they sing

we can do it
don't poo-poo it
just kung-fu it
that's the thing
that'll climb into the mountains
and will come out on the top
with a cherry and whipped cream
and we will dance.
and never stop.

update on the journey

sometimes it's like thick
underbrush that you have to
hack
with a machete.

other times it's a
stone wall that you
chip a
way.

but i did it;
i made it through.
now the ground is clear and light streaks
the canopy above.

or i'm in a giant cave,
the only sound
drops

in


a



pond . . . and somewhere, there's
an exit.

the roots of shapes are hoots of apes

amid the rape
we did take shape
and form escape
clause laws red tape
enormous shake
claws pause mistake
oh no not us
we are so fist
-icated so.

ed-sophist-ucated
re-combob-ulated
de-opin-ionated
un-propor-tionated
open onion proported portent.

the teeth and nostrils
fling the shapes
beneath agnostrils
sing! the rapes
continue venue
in you we commune
-icated so.