Government Cheese American Cheddar Cross

 It waits as though ready humiliation

longer than a hotdog rationed for spoofs

the way that it lingers always as long

 never adheres for too long though its long 

heat it between tortillas it stays strong

though it be plastic or rubber abounds
decay isn't likely the morbid and bound
to melt it takes waves of a microdilection
dictation to a rock of stone aged patina
returns with the elegance of nature,
there because of beauty a food product too
however the cylinder crowned with proof
be rested on justice, beauty, truth quest
fair by example courageous as bridles

coyote took hold of the microphone rape, klytemnestra

coyote took hold of the microphone : rape!
the media had heard this is x-ray
now what the author is out on his own
the answers recovered  power of pown
prize surcharge success is alone
an Indian was taken he had no poem
the prevalent auspice had gone to loom
diaspora hairpin kiss of the loin
the old house was haunted and looked like gloom
take me unwanted ol coyote grooms
never again walk in Alamar
beside me i take it you're poetry

come here, I'm speaking, your narrator harms
speaking of violence and instant alarm

Life is a Mystery What Brings You Near

Life is a mystery, what brings you here?
the highway is maddening I came to talk
but why can't you hear the
 breath of the hawk
the hawk that talks a thousand times clearer
than you than your Love why are you crying?
the evening seems capable of reasoning
talk to the hawk
very early in the season of the soulstice heart
a dear runs for cover in the ether
there by a power hearing me speak are
wings of the hawk
but how do we cross to the other side
being its beak talk

The light in the stardust much makes of Earth

the light in the stardust much makes of Earth
the arrogant moment abjures its wrestle atunes
take me to the ceiling of any earth
the one in the morning the one at noon
i take it you're watching indelicate nouns
become for me happier than every truth
succumb to the careful and the coy approve
not everybody talks with apology too
and more than anything that I advert, heat
again: a spider on a string for swerves 
delights in passions that flower the stretch
from me to you to everyone a pearl

everyday after the morning awakes
i take a breath of awe from the daylight
because i love the sound of the silence
and offering partake of the fire

AFRICA BURST the immigrant manager speaks all ready English

the immigrant manager
speaks already english

tongue from the cheek
of dominion unfurl

walcot at even for score
blinks to earth

watch me my island
i already work

my spirit condenses
my Africa or burst

RINCONES DE RAYOS

RINCONES DE RAYOS HARAN
MUESTRA DE TERRESTRES TRIZTEZAS SON
VALVULA DE ESPERANZAS PONEN
LAS HUELLAS DE CIERTAS RAZONES VAN

boredom come frequently easy i cry

--osmandiaz

boredom come frequently easy i cry
the range of forward action isn't true
it lacks the advantage of youth and you
the most exciting adventurer i hear

you never roll over for masters or lords
of yoruban fixtures the child drums
magic in the sound of my pattern stern
a ship is no fool the bindings the souls

waves beneath the fountain bliss the porpoise
the eyes of the throttle of the slaver
bequeeth it for me to the power of art
the sentimental letter to a brother

epistolery a beat for measure
to treasures of elzian pleasure

Jersey Diaz

To  paterson’s reeds where yellow and green

Grow patterning offshoots of victuals

Color feeds lightning a radius reels

A poet at length marries everything

From firelit awnings of waterfalls

over rocks riddled with tense

Sudden to inverted rivers, lenses,

Water reveals the patterns of awed falls

An ocean for signature dimensions

The size of the sound enormously plows

Forces of intrepid dominion wowed

Belong for a moment to silence --no.

Scribe over shadowy cliffs are reprised.

Faith over courage and love over sized

Ashberry and Bidart

The cumulus exude an iris
a marriage of heaven and hell - conscious--
and unconscious woven in envelopes
rays carry outward neon of lightbulbs

gorges to rewind the onset of time
weathering pleathers  petal wire

approaches a mutiny, sir, sire
the bellybuttons dancing together

an infant in feather wrought winging
child of deus wonder to violence
the thresh mettle plunket and choir
a cast off of classical style

inlets of a word phrase come to this
watch for it wait and listen to it

Shakespeare at Petrarch, Sidney and Browning

The councils of elders have drawn forth the course.
 sonnets of the ages spoken its worth
for war, for treason, for mutiny, worth
Love without consent verboten to worse

In times when Love had power to yield
to err or to gather without wielding
too much of force and so much of violence
whereas Love was a measure of doe eyed plight

cast over oceans fit to be addled 
by none. Nor drenched of its promise of  heart
where the streams of pliant shadows blurt
festive and parading lambs wool alert

Love has at once disaster foreseen since
Love without license is Loveless instance

DREAM PEACE HUIPIL

Peaceful the woven azaleas so brandished
THreads instead of deaths smiles to prideswell
No shame of original ownership 
No is a noun of the most ancient redress

so flowers form lakes to the precipice 
where grace hardens softly the proudest art
memory designed by a dye's receipt
sacred portfolio surprising thought

outside of my window, a hummingbird,
the color of the golden sun oranged
feathers of alarm I asked anxious asked
where have you been that you fly and start

the portfolio itself  from so long ago
became a song of the color and tone

Dreamers on Mars. Sh, Hold On a Minute. HOld On a Sec

Dreamers on Mars are very much the same.
There, they also wear make-up of ages,
the dour old pill, the sacrificeless,
the stars in their makeshift pajamas game

Some X Box or Sony handheld if that
--A cousin took over the market in blues.
He never cries though his eyes but at that
The baneful and reproachful butter slew.

Take two wings from a piece of art X made
parted by walmart's selling some cargo 
passing through customs as marketable
The syllabus lives in the afterglow

Love of the sky, space, and universe
Love of the sacrifice earth and ouevre

Langston at Clemens, Hughes at Twain

---- puddinhead wilson

Langston was birthed through a Scottish effete.
He reminds of a father, towhead, 
original dreamers ohioan greats 
rivers to Missouri and Bethlehem.

Profits vanquish confeds the theatre writhes
Take it to a sugar bowl grind rice.
Say that the New Year began in your eyes.
February, February, alive 

in May, when wildflowers take wreathes
the letters click oer the Mono lake flies
sealed in the purest of leather by wings
when thought is suspended looks genius

So to those cross trains and hoods of wire.
Albert of Alberto: torture me ire.

Dreamers, the Hood is a Given

I noted not many will bow to the hood.
Movements required masters as proof.
They do not stop for licenses, others do
For they have born no sacrifices for you.

They play doctor, priest, and circumstance.
Burning syllabi for venture time worse
Create coffers of death cries and dances
Shapiro said it's entertainment and can

Say it is possible.  Say it must be.
Never saying no it is officious
Love is omnipotent when its spontaneous
The breast of childhood that milks no muse

Lives by love by love alone and its home
A house in a sanctuary - poem.

Memorious Dreamers Remember the Bow

"I have found no cure for the sick."  

William Carlos Williams 

though I speak of how now the plunder bows

your hearts have run threads through to reason

the pulpits have asked for your reason yet row

raise mastheads to beaters scurry when on

you've learned them to speak in compound redress

that fills up the voters with dream power

taught a few tools how to wrench and address

the fact that it's still taking over. mac tec

automatic frills on the haywire

fringe dating classics as nullified true

what tolls bells will mire in attire

tune forks to the palette of esquire

were subscribers when time asked a minute

your dreams are something no one can trigger

for arranging the table en plein air

with many worlds made one

roll the universe into a ball

like the poet Marvell

for beauty, love, or splendor

no artist or poet is god

but to look through the eyelashes

partially closed

the leaves pressed to the walls

look as though painted by someone

Langston Jazz Poetry

In a manner of speaking, Langston
the cherubic brow, dead center vision,
a custom for tipping, of history,
across the breast and shoulders holds on

An arm aloft the ocean and river
the hand flexing powerfully anxious
tempered by the cacophonous hours
rendered by the time taking-- burdensome.

For Joplin for Harlem for Africa
a full season on Broadway, editions,
translations, appearances, and bastions
once again as a smile held ages

Where music has gone let it go always
The river and its broad strokes delighted.