Folly Race

let you slip down with a fork in one hand

watch you tumble over rocks with no clothes

then miss the hold with one foot forward

direct you to the corner store

would rather see you fall and

shed tears on the table then give

a helping hand dollar note word

how beautiful the human race

misty and cool with germs of a cold

a man or woman has no sleeve to

dance in

10:00 AM

much stillness following a rush
at my window a chill
left by a man's decisiveness
at his shirt a stained mark showing
a folly for hunger to power
her skirt tossed across one leg
admires the nice morning cool
sent in a message from outside
the day is here

Who's Knocking?

ringing at 4:30am and knocking at 9:30am

fatal to my voice or the sight of my bare back

working up an appetite for many of the feline

type what you need, i'm on to you

take it slow change your speed stay in your lane

it doesn't feel itself seen and touched - love

is just a view that doesn't always see itself

she who rose like the moon

can keep the light shinning within

with or without you

seen caught or heard

Long Roots

the dentist said, "you have the longest roots i've ever seen".

from where did they come? i thought.

hours of reggae music, hundreds of reggae shows,

a couple of rasta/dread boyfriends, Italian blood?

ital food or deep thinking?

should i feel encouraged or enthusiastic? if my roots

are so long and strong, why are my teeth so fragile and week?

which organ runs into the roots and does a different organ run

to the bone?

a chinese dentist, a hispanic secretary, and an italian- german-dutch patient!

Tree Spheres

spheres in the trees with two windows and a bed
wood on wood and body and body
my eyes catch the hair on your face
spinning trends in houses balanced by my smile
a leaf in the hand and one at my door
i think i'm home
Canada per night $120
steep and catching a breeze
the green movement
is tempted to bark and scratch
where will that get us?

The World Is As It Is

some outer ones got on the inside and trouble

regular and usual joy

like a candle holder

i designed the next spinal cord and left

a kiss on the head

holding our core to a chain reaction

living to the bone

Beauty & The Beast

francesca with the right number song and chair

pulled over through the right sense

another vibe out of the window

wood be right back

can i get it can i rent it can i buy it can i wear it can i own it can i read it can i keep it can i

and i

live it?

A Lifetime Of + And -

scratching a living at the door a wolf steps with nails flexed
waiting for food and cheer upon an ear
down the street handsome as a living oak
the man with long hair
sends messages with a stroke
unbending connection lasts
for hours of a loving treatment
today, is my birth day.

P.Ozi

began with hands royal to the color of skin
lasted for a month with shoulders at the desk
in the morning was shared meditation shared food
shared thoughts
integrated until
skin and history took a adverse route
north no longer going south
just out and gone
divided and vanquished
big and great to small and fake
dejected
white has no duality
black has no boundaries
orange has flavor

My Friend

cook's food nicely with ear to fork
and a wine glass back and forth
commenting on the quality a missed
question past under the chair

years to recall a ball bouncing on the wall
a tea pot whistling morning and night
the door was open
a call was met and her kids or mine
there is no regret

Change Is Coming

prepay with data on the floor

simplicity calling 4G out of the yard

a wire on the wheel

pulled with breath

the next caller awaits only seconds

for some private time

your good will can be what locomotion

spent in hours of meditation

young persons hold the hand of

our future upon an independent rotation

a smooth of the bell i am unrecognizable

and a lion and her mate emerge from the fires

and clear grasses to put grains up

enough of the world is in spoken language

a sharp eye is planted on the curve of a soft edge

DICE

nice mice carry dice for the season's rice
gamble and toss the chance to dance
live in yoga from there to here a story
a country a culture
taken by vulture's and run by roaches
the cross section of experts multiplies
dies and one more time shake a hand
toss the dice

It's Time

save the wall the shower the music the man

in one breath any fool can change

the mind moves with love to the next

staircase trails the fragrance of a high note

climbing on my shoulder the wind has it's

mood in the moon

for how many nights my legs listen

and the breeze between the leaves

wistle

this thing must be spoken

of a year my light has been on

MEN

take yoga with fewer complaints per minute
stationary foot to nose
who may or may not make a sound
is an outlandish remark
experience with Jack tells me
to hold back
wait for the right amount and don't underestimate
myself or him
talking to no body and stretching a limb
from length to length
sleep sleep go the night
of the world and single hearted with purpose
men appear everywhere

HOPE

i'm not your mother

the world awaits fragrance of a rose in the air

perception with a blue lining and white rings of cloud

lean into my belly button

wishing for Peter, my car mechanic

to find a pot of gold under his next job

put me on the freeway safe

so far

Duarte, California keeps two men in a world

where three men are creating bombs

and women struggle to have a voice of power

pulling up the ruins and sweeping off the dust

Take The Chance

a conversation with just the right tonal manipulation

would turn up a cauliflower in light

her mouth opens for the future

to those around whom sit in doom with

ambiguous characteristics leading the planet

for the few who carry a torch into the infinite

existence is not hazardous or evil

proportions lash out and disrupt balance

of a miracle she has juice and sweet-smelling

brims of starry solutions

for the one or two who trust

a conversation with tonal manipulation
would turn up a cauliflower with just the right
key of light from her mouth
a leaping faith of promise