Lovers

 Lovers

john clare 

Under cover

We were

Lovers 

We played

Cat and mouse

With all

We played 

Cat Stevens

For us

Wild World

Tea with the

Tillerman 

Longer boats

Coming to get us

Beside Motion Sink

In pup tents

We spent 

Our lives

Till 

morning was broken.

Quiet sky

 Quiet Sky

john clare 

Was it some

Winters slight

I did commit

Causing you

To circumvent 

My flight line?

Vultures circle

Hawks scream

Jets streak

And yet you

Do not speak.

Thus is the way

Of the fickle

Migratory

Quietly passing

Just to the east

Far enough away

To avoid 

Confrontation.

Napalming

 Napalming

john clare 

In what far flung

Jungle are you

Battling?

Do the Cong still

leer from the 

Fringes by night?

Suck it up

Soldier

Quit knocking on

The tent flap.

Face the incoming 

napalm light.

Which way?

 Which way?

john clare 

Where do your  

Children lay

Harvestman?

Are you pointing

Me away?

Knowing with them

I want to play?

Daddy long leg

Tell me 

Honestly

My intention is

Only

Human.

Siri

 Siri?

john clare 

Between the Radical Face

And the M Ward

Siri interrupted saying,

"I am sorry, I did not understand

What you said."

I could have been 

Clearer in the thought

I did not know Siri read

Minds 

I am so behind

The times.

Oak break

 Oak Break

john clare 

I recall clearly

The day you

Took that beating

You are almost

Healed over I see

I was over raking

And with his 

Little hammer

He was pounding 

Away at your bark

And I let him

Sacrificing your

Pain for his

Pleasure

Oh how I would 

Give anything

To see you 

Take another

Beating.

With poetry

 With Poetry

john clare 

Being with Emily

Is akin to being 

In her garden

Or some deep

Forest spot

Hidden

The sun the

Only intruder

Entering in

A place I can go

At a moment 

Notice

Emily

Calling me.

Certain sound

 I set out

In search of a certain sound

By water by land by sky

If such is found

This day shall go down

as the day

I wish you were around

Then came Ava

 The townsmen were feelin' mighty down...Not a cure to be found...O'er the ole telegraph wire...Send help the situation dire....N'er a word heard....O'er head the circlin' birds...When all hope but lost....O'er range and desert came...Saddlebags totin' Joy and Laughter....Just in time for sure!

About twelve years  since Ava spent the day with Jordon and I. Now she is enamored with Taylor Swift and has no time for Jordon and I. I try and measure Nathaniel by her and wonder what enamors him now. 

Nick 2017

 It was a sad visit to Williston this day in 2017 to the funeral service of Nick Hethcoat, 30, Gerald brother Galen’s son. Mamma always liked Nick and spoke highly of him, always asking us about him. He went out to the back of Orange Hill where the dirt is piled and shot himself. 

.

Nearer my God 

I am sure no one upon that day

Even thought of Nick in any way

And if we did

It was probably amid

Our thought of he’s not as us

His life seems such a fuss

He needs to find a real job

Get close to God

I suppose out on the Orange Hill

Where all was silent and still

The bullet our wish did fulfill

On cue

 From creation comes the cue

Set in motion at first let there be

We do not by chance decide

No, that cue resides inside

And to the wind as one arise

Around and around circling sky

Not the scent of death draws

But on the cue that calls.

Bel Air

 Bel Air

Standing with my reflection 

In the 55 Chevy Bel Air chrome fender

The year of my introduction 

At sixty-nine I wished I looked

So good.