INTO PHILEMON

Slipping Into Philemon
6-9-12

Slipped into my new swimming trunks
To assume the position of getting my sun
As he is appointed heir of all things
By which he has made the worlds
Yet there are more than one for us to discover
So in good time I spread
On my arms and legs
My sunscreen of forty block
Paging back to the epistle of Philemon
To just let go
And let the day rock...




Moving On
6-9-12

Converting the dollar to the ducat and the shilling
Doing today what I like to do
In choosing to be willing
In my recollection
Of playing prolific parts in night seasons
In the days where nights were quiet
And the wine was sweet
Being one today to express this sadness
That will later mingle with the joy
I am to rediscover
When my cat sleeps by day
On my west cushion
At the stroke of one
When I move on...




Frappe
6-9-12

Nursing on a one pound bag of trail mix
With dried fruit and nuts
Dodging those senseless games
Of where they say no ifs ands or buts
Yet to partake of an unknown dessert
Known as frappe
Seeing that country music
Is so much today like rap
And someone asks what time it is
And the one that has the floor
Says it's nothing but right now
This is good advice to those whom wait
For the next show...





Years Going By
6-9-12

In the year of six
There was a football feast
To the tunes of Michael
With which I'd bring in the new light
Through my lattice to the east
And meanwhile in the year of twelve
I play free shows through small speakers
Feasting on my papayas and cashews
When in the year of thirteen
Many expect the coming of the King of the Jews
Yet they've been saying that for centuries
Now that we have gotten used to it...





Going Swimming
6-9-12

Today wisdom will be justified of her seed
In that in the time being
There is nothing more we are to heed
Washing my hair with a new kind of shampoo
Seeing that in the mirror
I might look good for you
As today I swim in a pool of gratitude
That does not consist of its shallow end
Inspired by the application of suntan lotion
Willing to experience today
Newfangled emotion...





Capernaum
6-9-12

Capernaum is yet to be exalted
As is heaven
Not a place to try to reach
But a way to be
In that a neighbor returns from a long journey
Into the wilderness
Where he found good waters
Of which I drink some of my own
Inspired by the words spoken
Into that microphone of free expression
In my America today of free choice
Where Capernaum is exalted
And brought back down again
According to plans made
By those whom pass the day
In rhyme...




Retsina Dream
6-9-12

I still have my dreams
In which I drink a bottle of retsina
Even if I never had it before
In my real life of my days of excess
Where God was a jealous lover
According to intellect
And such was my profession
In deep and joyous studies
In night seasons
So I reach out to a friend
To yet proceed
In last night's dreams
From which I wake
To a cigarette cough
Wherein is excess...





Proving
6-9-12

Proving today that indeed I am able
When I believe that I can
Urinating out all toxins
To see the obsolete
As well to be part of God's plan
Charging my landline
With memories of up North
Where I'd be nourished in sweet red wine
Proving today that indeed I can live
?By the light of day
As if it were three in the morning instead
As the tables have turned
In playing long shows
Of the Grateful Dead
Proving today that indeed I am
All that I am...

my custom was to pretend it were morning at dusk as if I already was there....




Feeding Strays
6-9-12

God said he'd have mercy
When we go and find out what it means
For one to stand in the gate
And be greater than the temple
On the Sabbath
Yet still in the need to perform our gestures
Of generosity
For strays that come to the front door
Wherein I am instructed
To be a blessing
Because indeed I am someone
God knows
Even before I came out of the womb...





Predictable
6-9-12

That which is predictable is anticipated
In that I am loved
Even if I might be by the world hated
Tuning into the golf game
To find that even the best of the players
Miss the mark
As most want the light of day
Yet I prefer the dark
Holding my horses
That represent the senses
At hand and foot
Such a fetish is incentive
To eat a pop tart or two
In spite of a lack of hunger...