Recent Poems

Revised 5/3/12:
 
Lake Country Seed

When I was yet a student lad
First time visiting the Finger Lakes
I hung upside down
From the cabin's playground monkey bars
Naked
You said to me
"You looked like an animal."
You wouldn't have sex with me
That night our host
Offered me more
We unmade his bed
We fucked like animals


And from Spring, 2006:


Penetration


On one of our nights,
On one of our nights together
Alone
We probed deeper than before.
Physically, yes, that too.
What I mean, though, is into the psyche.
On the ocean of the subconscience,
We sailed together to Byzantium.
In one another's arms
Each had a revelation of the other's ecstasy.
The trumpet of our songs sounded,
felling the walls of our ego, our protection.
We kissed at the Dionysian door.
the Doors of our souls stood open
For Each
To feel and to enter,
Knowing each other asunder
As much aware
as those long-lasting, neverending
Loves of ours.

Jack Miller, May, 2006


Bahía de Banderas

Monarch butterflies scatter
In gusts of wind
Past my terrace balcony
Below which coffee colored men
More golden than the sand
Embrace on the strand
Waves roll and break as tropical clouds
Tower in the vastness of sky
Sheets of rain are curtains
Moving across the sea
Across the long arch of the bay
Coconut palms join in
Dance of sun and rain
A jungle of flowering trees
Jacaranda bougainvillea hibiscus
Color the steep hills
Now lit gold with sunlight
Now flooded in tropical downpour
Each day the same rhythm same
Intensity sensuality Iguanas
Living and dying as in a Huichol
Dream intoxicated aware asleep awake
On the Bay of Banderas

Jack, Puerto Vallarta
August, 2006



Kalani Song

By day the glistening palm fronds
Stroke the cobalt sky
Waves aquamarine wash
Lava-black jagged cliffs
Black crabs scurry sideways
Disappear
An avocado dangles from a limb
Like a leather green scrotum

By night Hawaiian hermaphrodite
Host sings joy
Up to the million milky stars
He deftly plucks his ukulele
As death defying hula
Saves our dancing guide

In our tree house a sea green lizard
Explores the white window sill
Could that really be the honk
Of the Nene Goose
As we sip our kava

Jack
Kalani, Hawaii, Dec. 2005