Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Saturday, June 27, 2009
San Miguel de Allende
Fountain, San Miguel
by Jack
You cannot know her
Enjoy our photographs
Were they Walker Evans
Avedon Ansel Adams
Paintings of Okeeffe Frida Kahlo
Marion Perlet
Who loves her
You cannot know San Miguel
Nor I who have walked her
Streets
Knowing her no better than
a woman I have fucked
Three times
Heard her history felt kisses
Embraces
The abundance of being inside her
San Miguel de Allende
Unattainable mystery still
Breath stirring my blood
Heart
Cock's crow to Scorpio
Jack Miller
Mexico
June '09
Second Wind
Drawing by Don Bachardy
Second Wind
Through the clouds accumulated
Over the past week
Well into my second flight
Wanderlust
As I gaze from my round window
The High Sierras below
Knowing I am in Mexico
Turmoil of a week of
Weak emotions since another
Journey to California
Overwhelming
Wanting to stay home
Resisting the predawn Taxi
Hating the air terminal herd
Foreboding
Feelings of an old man
Without heart for more
Gazing at desire filled youth
While reading of Picasso at 90
Creating art as a magician
Wand intact casting spells
Glad for Mexico
Where desire death life are
Real as Don Bachardy's nudes.
--Jack Miller
flight to Mexico, 6/17/'09
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