Dispel Solipsism

To dispel solipsism

Sexually embrace someone

Of the opposite sexual

Orientation as yourself

--Jack 12/16/'10

Thirty

 30

Awash in philosophy

How can I know love

Knowing I am gay

Knowing that I am straight

Worshiping you having you

Worship me with  hands lips 

Cunt cock ass 

Mind spirit geist

Strolling the shore of

Polynesia

Eating a split avocado

Drinking a royal Kir to us

Remembering touching the azaleas

Of Savannah pink hot odorless

Sitting in the mud of the Ocean

Waves knock us over

Salt stings a cut on my foot

The cut is our foot fetish

Tiger shrimp for dinner

A glass of Pinot Grigio

Wondering who Catullus fucked

Lesbia Juventius in a threeway

God banging  Eve and Adam

Until their ribs broke

Ribs became piano strings

God banged Beethoven's Thirtieth

Piano Sonata with finesse

We picked a rose in Portland

Beheld Mount Hood's sublime

White Peak soft white as my beard

Jack 11/10/10

Inspired by a FaceBook challenge to list 30 things about myself.

Sitar

A Kathakali performer as Krishna.

Wikipedia

Sitar

Wind rips the leaves

Sways the limbs

As damp clouds cup

Flashes of sunlight

Shadows and sun catching

Falling clusters dancing through

Alternating patterns

So much of the world is adrift

Turmoil tsunamis volcanic ash

Cholera war bedbugs crawl

Death moves over people

Like the shadows over the fall leaves

A Tornado scatters our debris

And overriding all

Sitar vibrates raga in the stream of life

Meditation unperturbed of Krishna

Jack 10/26/10

where

Where

Doesn't matter where

We live

As long as we can see the stars

Overhead

Hear the sound of the waves of the

Sea

Smell the fresh air

Walk on the beach

Live where the water runs pure

Where there is silence day and

Night

Where time goes by slowly easily

Where the salt water washes away 
Soil of the soul's solitude

Equinox

Sun will set today on the summer

Our hot discontent momentarily

Dissipated in the rain and autumn

Air

Again we cross the line in the

Cycle the tilted Earth

The nuclear star the

Politics lurching from left to

Far right hurricanes in the

Gulf

Not since Plato have such

Actors moved democracy

Moved the poor the uneducated

He warned Aristotle who helped

Alexander conquer the world

Die and send himself into

Exile

All over again as the sun sets on summer

As fall arrives

Leaves turn brown

And our nation surrenders to the

Oligarchs

Jack, Autumnal Equinox 2010

11:11

Eleven eleven a m in a

Morning that will not go by

After a night of sleeplessness

Over your sleepless work

All night work

You love you say

As you cough and twitch

As I bury my face in the red pillow

As I remember at eleven fourteen

On a morning that will not go by

My night’s anxiety

How do I learn to let it go

To let you do as you decide

To let the endless morning go by

Without wanting to push the minute

Hand to a new hour

For now the way

The path the answer

Eludes me as the morning

At long last

Ends

Courtyard

Green swaying in wet

New Orleans wind vast

Elephant ears listen for rain

Ode to the Oboe

Ode to the Oboe (Or the Bonobo)

Two reed poetry

First mouth in position

Second meter ahead

Complete sin tense

Third express conscience

Give fourth ecstasy

Meaning Fifth fall back to

Earth     Hearth

Birth      Heath

Wreath   Death

Sixth sex seventh zenith

Finish lips moist

With eloquence

--Jack 

Under Crepe Myrtles

DAR Cemetery

photo by Jack

Under Crepe Myrtles

Oyster Shell sidewalks cross

Our cemetery of history

Death by dueling

Disease snatching wife and child

Cemetery of weeds

Myrtles' purple flowers

Weighted with moss

As if the trees were bearded

Watchers of the graves

The Tomb we graced with

Midnight mutual orgasm

Scythe and arrow above us

St. John's golden crosses

Testify

planet haiku

bright planet Venus

gleaming in the evening sky

rarely seen at all

Jack 6/7/10

Hot Haiku

Fireflies and  lightning

Summer flashes arouse hot

Anticipation




Jack 6/5/10

Spew

 Photo from AP

Spew

The hottest flow on Earth is Eyjafjallajökull

Ash lava molten rock a spill 

Of magma clouding the atmosphere until

Jets cease their flights to Albion

All the while gushing down below

Black oil making the Gulf of Mexico

Abyss of death crude poison flow

To darken Earth's oceans with pollution

All the while our spokesmen spew

Hypocrisy and spread their filth anew

Rimming rentboys as they frame lewd

Laws for banks guns sex and constitution

What wrath quake whirlwind cataclysm

What recompense could ever right

Our sullying of the garden of delight

Our vile spew our deadly jism

Fifth of May

 Self-Portrait from Moma 

Fifth of May

As my partner in husbandry celebrates in drag

This Cinco de Mayo I watch once more Frida

Watch her kiss the goatee mouth of Trotsky

Watch as they climb the Pyramid of the Moon

Teotihuacan where I too ascended the Pyramid

Amid my youth full of love and dreams

Unafraid of the skeletons of Mexico's dead

There is no monogamy for old lovers or

Straight women for desire is too strong

Witness Frida's hair strewn about her 

Beating heart torn away as if by Aztec god

Until  in Paris finding existential liberation

Frida Kahlo and Josephine Baker dance 
Revelation freeing Frida from Rivera's grip

My partner dances in a bar called Heretic

As I wander past the blue walls and peacocks

Frida's garden of love and pain

My twenty years against her twenty-five loving

Diego

My crashes nothing compared to hers

My art shallow beside her depths

Morphine takes her through her day of the Dead

Wine softens my solitude on this Fifth of May


Jack  5/5/10 

Silence and the Stars

Silence and the Stars

They are  dead as dinosaurs

Silence and the stars

Like a wailing banshee

Sirens engines jackhammers

Yard blowers bombard with

Decibels our lost hearing

Blast away the essence of poetry

Gone from our sight the stars

Millions of lights in a universe

We can no longer see no longer hear

As mercury vapor lamps blind us

As trucks of the night dump their

Noise

We toss in a night emptied of rhyme

Ours is a world without Wordsworth

Whose quiet and whose stars were ever with him

Jack 5/4/10

May Pole

May Pole

Forty years ago there was a bloom

On my cheeks and Narcissus in my eyes

The finest women kissed me

Sucked the life from me for all I was 

Worth

Boys kissed me too though rare

Was the quest for my very being

So much more the Ecstasy we felt

Stars in our eyes in that all consuming

Orgasm

Today such fountains of desire rarest

Eruptions of spontaneous love

Awaken me as we lurch toward revelation

As you use my sperm to call forth your own

Nirvana

Jack 5/3/10

Extraction

Extraction

Once when I had my wisdom teeth removed

Doctors put an IV in my vein

And while they did their bloody work within

My mouth I felt no pain

Tonight the rain sweeps over my city

Lightning alerts the sky and as I watch

I know that like the rain

I too am mostly liquid limited by time

How many centuries have religion have law

Ruled whom we love and how we touch

One another how we die how dispose of ourselves

Ruled when we can stand naked in the rain

My wisdom teeth removed the wisdom comes

That love in all its forms should be our joy

And death final jettison joyous release

Doctors on call to give us peace

Jack Miller 4/24/10

Flash

NASA Photo of the Sun's surface

Flash

Our thrasher flaps in the birdbath

The yellow puff of a flower soaks up

My eye squints through the lens of my glasses

As it comes to me from the car window

Angled blinding me unbelieving it to be the

Infinitesimal glint from the surface of

Our Sun

How could it be these red seeds

Surface deeper than any unconscious primal 

Understanding of the blaze nourishing the buzzing

Insect in our garden seeds millions of degrees

Hot

Keep this bee in nectar

Keep us 

Guarding our eyes from the quick flash

Of seeds  that will turn our planet speck to ash

-Jack 4/21/10

Teacher

Teacher

My life is devoted to enlightening

Offspring of the business class

Meet Karl Marx Oscar Wilde

Simone De Beauvoir

Here is

My ism because the only ism

You know is consumer jizz

Corrupter of youth I am

A Trickle Down Darling

Old jester of the tyrants of capital

Giving a patty-cake education

To you kids who lay bare

Sins of your fathers indiscretions 

Of your mothers

Off to college my dears

Professors will prove your parents' fears

Dreams

 Dreams

They are more real than the shaky images  

Crisscrossing Plato's cave where the prisoners

Know full well that they are watching movies from the

Future of entertainment

They will all be exiting soon to delight
In the world of looking up to the stars

Debating over the substance of the Milky Way

Whale sperm to sailors late at night

To spawn to drink to make passionate love

Til Dawn all the while drifting in and out of

Sleep where their dreams emerge to hug them

Lovers swept into Blake's naked rising swirl

Dreams of the Psyche reveal

Who we are and give us our possibilities 

Our inner eye leading us out of our caves

To our shared garden by the sea

The Tide pools  scurry with life

Soaking us as we wade into the primal urge

Dream again  drowning in dreams
Of Ecstasy

  

Jack 3/28/10

Eudaimonia

Eudaimonia

Who will free me from my inertia

Who show me the red road of wisdom

As I flounder toward the last days of

Pompous play of flaunting my laurels

Masking my existential angst

Drinking the wine of plenitude

Show me the way to the sea

Not the sea of ignorance I have fought

Against for scores

Rather the sea of

Water pure and simple a home

With windows open to the ocean air

Will I follow the aging master of ceremonies

Swimming daily in the deep

Creating communities

Magician dancer shaman conjurer

Or follow the creative songs of my 

Child philosopher protege prodigy

Into manhood 

Will I continue in the bosom of my school

My nourishment continue still  drifting

Wondering when to turn the driftwood into love

Love of Nature as a Pantheist

Love of the Goose and the Star

Take me Aristotle to the happiness when

The World and all that's in it

Is summed up in the number three

Fond farewell

Fond Farewell

Hand made bookcases hold us

Hold books that are our life

Philosophy art novels we cannot tell

From our own stories 

Books and paintings bright colored

Figures of imagination engravings by

Hogarth a dancing Pan by Maillol

A photo of Ru Paul a Fu dog a

Peach bowl from China

They are you and me in a

Shell we no longer want

We are snails ready to shed

To acquire not precious objects

Not ruby glasses from your beloved 

Aunt but rather ruby sunsets over the

Ocean air moonlight unimaginable

Here 


--Jack 3/6/10

March 2d

March 2d

What wondrous winter snowflakes
Float through the March air
Melancholy and mysticism
Make of my memory
Soft sad music
A piano playing a dissonant sonata

This snow will one day have
My ashes
Will take me to join
The keepers of my soul
Melted away as all
This loveliness will be

Tomorrow-- yet for now
The crystals of ice will soon dissolve
Into my warm vision of you

For Dar
3-2-10

God's Tongue

Raspberries-

Photo from Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Raspberries05.jpg 

God's Tongue

The stars are taste buds

In the tongue of God

Lapping up reality lapping up our

Lives propelled through the Ethyl

Formate

Like  rum runners

Fragrance of the universe

Raspberry enhances the taste of you

My rum baba

My nebula

My Dark matter scented unseen

Like a furtive glance

We drink in divinity our

Kir Imperial

Partake of the sacred substance

Tasting our God as our God tastes us

Raspberry skin of slippery saliva salvation

The everlasting drool of love.

Jack 2/20/10 

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* Ethyl formate is an ester formed when ethanol (an alcohol) reacts with formic acid (a carboxylic acid). It is also known as ethyl methanoate because formic acid is also known as methanoic acid. Ethyl formate has the characteristic smell of rum and is also partially responsible for the flavor of raspberries.^[1] 

^{Note from wikipedia.}

Johnny Weir

(photo:  Wikipedia)

Johnny Weir

Your blades cut me slice my

Aesthetic transforming motion into

Image spinning gliding making arcs

As your hands spread fingers of feeling

Into my heart

You reach in gestures of pure grace

Gliding like a heron in ecstasy

Over the ice  black Gothic shape  over the 

White ground

Passion coming to rest on your knee

You are Nijinsky

You are abandon eroticism joy

Smiling through tears as you 

Leap through all the space between us

A Leap of faith in your own being

Through dance through skating

Your figure becomes the metaphysics

Of desire a form of love

Transcending  time  space and body

A Rhythm of Olympian power

Jack Miller 2-14-10

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Red-tailed Hawk in the Rain

Red-tailed Hawk
from Wikipedia

This day is drowned

Such quantities of rain have

Beat down on my tin roof

My soul is waterlogged

On the bare veins the limbs

Of a young winter oak clutches

A red-tailed hawk undaunted by

Such quantities of rain

The hawk surveys my yard

Flaps enormous brown wings

Away soundless but for the beat of

Such quantities of rain

Such quantities of rain have formed

Rivers of dream-soaked memory

Taking me in flow to my youth

To gullies and mud-pies of nostalgia

--Jack 2/4/'10

A Week of Roses

A Week of Roses

For a full week the yellow roses opened

Now as you fly to the Pacific the roses

Begin to sag to show you are gone

That the cold cold January week is done

That I am here in our spacious home

Without you

Our time of transition these delicate flowers

Our house full of treasured art sacred crafts

Has no destiny no one on whom we can bestow

Gifts that help us free ourselves to fly 

As you are flying now to a distant Island

Together

The patterned Acoma pot the blue crystal bowl
Seven Buddhas await our choice of 
What to hold onto what to let go

For letting go is what we must do to reach our new life

Away from the stress of this Southern city iced

Away from the meaningless routines of the past

To a new harmony

Near to the sea you and I shall find our  garden

Where the yellow pink-tipped roses of our love 

Will bloom will thrive

 Yellow Rose photos by Jack for Dar

January 30, 2010

Ode to a Pataphor

Chess piece from

Wikipedia

Ode to a Pataphor

You are as sweet as petits fours

Melting in the mouth
What better way to say

What cannot be said than

To Taste the imagined chaos

You Serve up

Knight takes bishop

So much for horsing around

Now out of the horse's mouth

A song sweet as a lullaby

To lull away the boardum  of

Pawn spawn

--Jack, 1/6/10

Petits Fours
Wikipedia

Blue Moon

Hear the sound of coquis: (click)

photo courtesy of wildhorizons.com

Blue Moon

How cold it is Deep South

Where I miss you on your

Big Island paradise

Under the Blue Moon of

New Years Eve

Last occurring
Nineteen years ago as it shone on

Our first deep kiss

Alone blanketed I dream of

A Wolf at the screen door

Stairs that won't go up to you

I awake

And dream of your return to me

Your coqui frog crying out 

All night

All night

--Jack, 1/1/10
For Dar