Boot Camp

I thought about you
my boy who insisted on NIKES and feathers
running through his days
with a stubble of red hair
in combat boots

when we got home
I found we had left the door open
the chicks were huddled in the corner
of the brooder for warmth
I turned up the heat
got a call from some ham operator
with your address

Robert got a buzz
he sticks it up in the morning
with gel
smoothing down the sides
John stll had his tail
Carlo wears baggys
and Reeboks
this morning your dad
watching the chickes under the lamp
wanted to know
when they would be done
I don't mind the Marine sticker
on the VW much
I wish someone would clean it out though

Teacher by Pets

 

My daughter teaches seventh grade math in a middle school close to downtown L A. Her students in their extensive free time draw portraits of her. She thought this was hilarious and brought it home for me to see.

 

My daughter's seventh grade math class' view of their favorite teacher. She found this posted on her door and considered using it as room ID.

Aphorism

Things do not turn out all right in the end.

haiku

recess


blind

ernesto looks up
eyes blank hands reach mouth laughing
escalera, ladder climb slide


march

california deck
wild hill mutters remember
nasturtiums spill bright



silence in the park

laughing girl signs
push me, swing me higher, faster
hands open forwad, push

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Sea Rock and the Maiden

Saturday morning early.The rock black, hulking, utterly quiet.. Spray surges dissolving granite white salt sifts. The woman suddenly screams ecstasy, and the man shoots salty cum to form blood mix with archaic sea brine. Gulls circle and circle.The virgins sit at the bottom of the cliff, shivering, excited watching the sea surge granite and eating stolen peanut butter and white bread.

Sea Rock and the Maiden

slick, shiny lips parted
eyes wide
what do you want?
what do you want?
what do you say I want?

sea swell bashes the rock
spray shoots salt
the crag stands solid
in the perfect solvent

sea swells
beating
beating
what do you want from the rock
eating your sandwich on the sand?
the rock says nothing

granite white flecked- solitary
seared at the magma core
Love me?
Love me?
Love me


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Sunset and Spring

 

The tortilla factory, La Fortaleza, Manuel's dad owned and where Manuel, himself, was born is just outside this picture. Click to enlarge.