Fog

 Fog

The winter fog in Georgia is

Nothing like the fog of San Francisco

Georgia fog is still quiet

Bare mildewed limbs of oak

Entangled becoming disembodied

The dank mist distorting our vision our

Thought

The Pacific fog is all motion soaring over

Hills swift caressing the peaks

Giving moisture to the thirsty ground cover

Uplifting unlike the mist that consumes settles

Depresses us into a cold

Lethargy here in the Old

South

 

Solstice Collage

 Solstice Collage

December  gathers our anticipation

Watching rain turn frozen precipitation

Our winter city on the edge of ice

You invited  me to see today

Your veins your visions organic gay decay  

Icons enameled old book covers twice

Presented in living details of creation

Your wry cold eye your bold display

Images creatures entities that entice

There was nothing I could say

As I admired your art drank your warm libation

Swallowed and savored hoping that would suffice

Jack (for Richard) 12/12/9

Slope of Kīlauea

Kilauea from the air

My photograph

Slope of Kilauea

Confused doves fly into white walls

My complex condo living

Snow mist in the air

Sun cold

Like a character in Murakami's

Wind- up Bird Chronicle I

Pass through the wall of my well of

Debt and discontent

Soar  as I shall to the slopes of Kilauea

Spewing*

What better for a poet to do

Spew words as imagination grows into

Reality

Where my lover sleeps there on the

Slope of Kilauea

Hot with lava

Flowing like a song into the

Pacific

--Jack 12/5/9

* Kilauea is Hawaiian for spewing.

The Lips of Jimi Hendrix

The Lips of Jimi Hendrix

My time is up

Up

Soon enough the passions of my

My my Generation will be gone

Who will know who feel

The sunshine acid

Tab 

That was our experience

We are experienced our

Songs

I have to say are

Beyond up

Into a higher awareness

Lost  in the cyberspace all inhabit

Here now

For us the walls fell

Gender race orientation age

Dissolved in the haze of our eye
Our pupils dilated as

We kissed the sky

Jack 12/4/9