Shalako Mana

She turns to the West
On her own wherever
She is placed
Spirit of the Winter
Solstice a snow crystal
At the base of her garment
She has lost one of her seven 
Headdress feathers
She has gotten used for now
To our home in the East
She is a Hopi Kachina
Shalako Mana
Singular unpaired self reliant
Making herself known as
December and days of rain
Darken the sky
We met one winter years
Ago in the Southwest
There was snow in drifts
As I drifted toward her
Shelf where she stood among
Hopi figures and Zuni pottery
Her black bangs and tan pelt
Cape her snowflake
Awakened in me empathy
A kindred spirit
She patiently every winter
Conjures from me the urge
To go to the Western Lands

Jack 12-5-13

All On A November Day

Like all of these colors filling
My senses this late late fall day
You know them plum burgundy
To lemon yellow leaves lifted
By the winter-like wind coming
To bring change like  all of that
Are the feelings bubbling up like
Champagne or marsh gas
With so many images that my
Eyes glaze over like freezing rain
On the green green grass under
The influence of grass yes grass
For as many faces as colors of leaves
Stare forth from the blur of vision
The blond curly haired girl I used to
Shit with in the woods the boy
Who like me rubbed his tiny tiny
Penis against our girlfriend's vagina
From those images arise all the bodies
As on some judgment day that I have 
Held naked in my arms you know
Love love and all its connotations
And revolutions and shared fluids
Flesh and wet kisses vainly attempting
To transcend to rise up like the Holy
Fucking Ghost beyond the earthly
Confines of existence all that all that
Blending into a spectrum of songs
Streaming streaming from the 
World Wide Web world wide until 
We know the ecstasy and the Irony
Of a November Day

Jack 11/22/13

Take From Me Once More

What would you have me say
What lived wisdom do you want
To take from me perhaps one more
Story of love and loss from my
Catalog of the dead
Apropos the Day of the Dead
Approaching zombie like
Or would you prefer to tap
My syrup of philosophy dripping
My grasp of being not having
Trickle down dialectic from the Academy
Seen through Dutch lenses or shaped
By categories of Prussian understanding
Sensations perceptions concepts
From the march of thinkers issuing
Out of my mind prancing like a Pride
Parade Simone and Jean Paul 
Pulling up the rear cigarettes in
Fingers  stained with ink flowing
Down from the tomb of Balzac
Maybe I should say nothing
As you lead me wet into our ocean 
Awash with salt waves you laughing 
Finally emerging into a blaze of sunlight
So hot we cannot resist full embrace
You and I on this beach expanse
Our years together prompting Prospero
To snap us for all eternity

Jack 10/28/13

Hysteria of the Cicadas

Hysteria of the Cicadas

What is it to me
the hysteria of the cicadas
two weeks before the autumn
equinox as they sense the end
of their world what has it
to do with me am I
a cicada in a world of ants
warrior ants scurrying to kill
whatever they can devour
red and black doom for
the songs of insects high
in the boughs of a dying summer

Jack 9-9-13

Love Haiku

monogamy bites
the plural of spouse is spice
poly-paradise


Jameson 8/14/13 (exactly 6 mos. to Valentine's Day)

Arthritic Ego

Arthritic Ego


Is there anything more to say
old age is the demise of both
lad and ego neatly contained
in the very words and dispelled
with finality to the quick
to the joints that once bent
like reeds in the wind
undamaged by the onslaught
of storm and season's change
now inflamed as if in anger
thundering with pain at 
the very idea of age creeping
creepily under the skin
to the bone 
as I become stiff as the
Buddha on the porch
impervious 
my knuckles touching as if
in holy meditation knowing
nonetheless I shall be no more
alive than the seven icons
adorning my home
denying what I could never quite
the ego the lad in me the flash
of lightning I thought was my soul

Jameson 8-12-13

coalescence

Coalescence
Why did we not meet sooner
When for so many events
We were there together
How much music did we both enjoy
Together same place
Dancing in the same space
If you were an early riser
Why did I not see you in the morning
We took our breakfast
Broke our omelets right there
You were under the table over and
Over from eggs to waffles to bacon
Fried crisp
We met as the blush of your
Rose rose up as I held you
Warm in the warm rain
Washing us clean bringing
Smiles to our lips as I caressed
Your head our blood pulsing
Toward each other mingling
In an intimacy deep as a well
Not Heaven not Hell
A Pagan tub where Diogenes dwelled
Blessing our tumescence


Jack 7/12/13

Three Boys

Three Boys
Brimming with energy three boys
could be eighteen athletic friendly 
like any kids only better looking
blond black and reddish shocks of hair
smiling showing strong abs biceps
slender as if from swimming
they hug and pat backs shoulders
taking jerseys off they regard each other
they undress touching as they do
helping themselves as buddies would
only caressing as their cocks swell
as they give each other swell hand jobs
easing to a firm bed where hands become 
mouths sucking cock kissing yet never
ceasing to appear full of energy eagerness
enjoyment rotating from thought to act
giving each taking each in turn hand head
kiss and finally hard fuck all having a go
top and bottom enhanced by rimming 
or gentle finger probing now and again
blowing our third boy while being fucked or 
having delectable round balls caressed licked 
while penetrating still conveying familiarity
the irony of affection in porn
of friendliness of camaraderie all three
consorts ever verging on liberté, égalité, 
fraternité until one of the mates in rapture
pulls his cock from inside one other
and in a  perfectly coordinated triumph 
of gymnastics he ejaculates 
comes the second boy comes the third 
in perfect blending spurts of sperm
perfect spurts of pleasure one keen kid  
scoops from his belly and licks 
sucking his finger as they all smile lovingly
touch and kiss once more convincingly 
convincing me
I have never had sex 

Jack Jameson 6/12/13

On Listening to Beethoven's Final Piano Sonata

Walls

Walls

It was an urge other than desire
that undid our walls
walls that go up from the day
we are told take not candy
from strangers walls that we 
slip into every morning guarding
us from the gaze from the touch
of others who must remain separate
no matter how polite and warm the
talk our daily intermingling never
can reach the essence we protect
or else
or else we scorn the taboos
ubiquitous iniquities that grow like
wild hair follicle by follicle
as we mature into our private lives
yet I reached over and touched
your beard letting the rubicund glow
into my fingers  as our first  breach
of the palisade became a beating 
at the gate until we found ourselves 
so close it hurt 
our hurting so different yours and mine 
enduring we removed impediments 
stone by stone until we  had what we both
needed 
to be in each other's life
whether touching each other there
beyond and through the walls
or seeing as only we could
the connections invisible to others
Your shock of vermilion and mine of bone


Jack 5/19/13

Irrational numbers and the end of time

Irrational Numbers and the End of Time

Is it not 1969 am I yet on the sunshine
acid trip  LSD with the touch of strychnine 
from the sacred tree am I yet your lover 
the boy you give a hand job  
never being one for subtleties 
am I not in my bath today still swishing 
on acid with all the blood and bath water 
intermingling as pulsing hairs on my arm 
sway in the waves of the effervescent water 
no noticeable difference until I gaze into the
looking glass at that wizened old wizard's face
that white beard wild hairs every which way
underneath it all the same smile of bliss beyond
hallucination as when we were peaking and
you were coming simultaneously with me
is it not now is it not right now
are this aging man's tears not the same as yours 
twenty-two a year older than I 
tripping as you hold my cock erect
not knowing what to do with it 
the way he caressed me my elder lover '69
for the past and the future are illusions
I knew it on acid and I know it on wine
there is only the present moment
love manifests itself timeless in our kiss
yours and mine your uneasiness my uneasiness
your joy my joy and all the quest for permanence
when permanence is what we've had all along 
as we let go of the delusion of time 
irrational numbers dissolving as we admit
an identity in you in me your hand in mine
eye to eye head to head song to song

Jack 5-11-13

Green

Everything in this morning's sunlight is green 
except the purple maple tree 
resplendent in its own unique color 
surrounded by a deep verdure penetrating 
my memory this morning for when last I 
gazed over this yard the azaleas had 
not bloomed but now what's left is as faded
as brown oak pollen swelling the gutters
and Japan is still the East as different
from us as the maple is from the oaks
not my Western mind 
which Japan has nonetheless changed 
just as this spring has changed everything

Jack 4/24/13

Three Squirrels

Three Squirrels

Ice cold rain washes in the Solstice
Winter wind waves through the
Tentacles of black leafless trees
Reaching toward the silver sky
As three squirrels dart up and down
The network of entangled limbs
Fucking
There is no better way to say it
Fucking in the rain all three
Falling over and over one another
Chasing and interchanging who leads the
Charge
Until they stop and swing
Over and over one another nose to ass
Then  doggy style no way of discerning
Gender in the wet pelts of their furry
Fucks
As I sip hot Earl Grey tea and eat tuna fish
Wondering if what they feel
Is true love

Jack 12-20-12

Easter '13

it comes 'round with cherry blossoms
a naked young man impaled on a cross
eros and thanatos like sweat glands
blood dripping from his punctured side
and all the absurdity of rabbits and eggs
birth and death and uncomprehending ears
poking up to hear the hymns of sorrow sin
and loss and regain as if it is all one mad
dream with you pinching my nipples at
last at last opening your mouth to me
I thanatos and you eros dripping sensuality
more fragrance and smell filling me with you
as Jesus dies and doesn't die and flies away 
to the make-believe world of two billion dollar
Popes and capitalism being spelled
c-h-r-i-s-t-i-a-n-i-t-y
until the winter fires and burning heretics
leave us alone and we make our own
sweet bitter equinox

Jack ---Easter 13

Haiku on first seeing a photo of the Kamogawa

winter turns to spring

Kamogawa's waters go

as goes my ego




Jack Jameson 3/31/13

infection haiku

bronchitis grabs hold
stabs every breath emitting
spring sonata coughs

Abandonment Haiku

absence of touch aches
spoken words of love broken  
bones of spring kisses

No Blame

no blame
just pain
three years in vain
to make a song
you got it wrong
you based your facts
on heroes gone
joys on the road
joys of making 

you thought
we thought
we were the 
Beats
And the silver ring 
you flung away
with the necklace 
and the peyote

we were lovers
we were lost 
our ideals morphed
to jokes and laughter
disturbing dreams
and still there
is no song
just pain
no blame

Jack Jameson 3/13

Let Go

Let Go

there are times when wisdom 
is no better than sagebrush
tumbleweed propelled by random winds
tossing over a lonely road of dust 
sand covered Tao to nowhere
times when all the lovers and promises
fantasies of everlasting embraces
become shimmer mirages
and solitude is the lasting truth
wisdom as the  philosophy of sages 
makes me laugh knowing like the
throbbing blood in my veins that
Dylan got it right
when you got nothing
you got nothing to lose
when you are ready to pull the trigger
ready to shoot the pain in your
broken heart it is the exact moment
to have your epiphany 
let go
let go of the illusion of love
let go of the demons 
wedded to yourself
go away into your life
go where you can dance again
sing be forgiven
forgive absolve everyone you think
caused you despair
let go
like the prince of India who let go
of his palace his wife his child
let go and found joy in a beggars bowl
that went upstream
let go and dance like Shiva
go to the Golden Pavilion
of yourself until you can
toss with the tumbleweed

Jack Jameson 2-20-13

Jake

This is the day I have to write to you
A day that like our lost love
Is gray and stark as ash
Not like the day thirty-seven
Years ago when we met
Knowing an adventure would unfold
Sensing from a word found in your
Unabridged dictionary
That we would head out together
For destinations recondite

What became of our enterprise of
Great pitch and moment as you named it
Hamlet's speech caught in your head
We let go of each other in stages
Like turning down the volume of a
Song decibel by decibel until
We could hear nothing
We made the slow descent from Parry Peak
Where we had touched each other's
Loneliness and yearning forever

You chose to leave Fat Tuesday
A wife son friends family
As once I was eager to do
Then when you did not come
That stark gray October day
There was no alternative but to betray
Our pacts and promises our unbound
Tie to let unravel rarely requited
Passion like smashing a fist
Into a Nineteenth Century brick wall

Now your spirit if there is such a
Thing slithers toward James our host
Who met and shaped us both the poet
Whose murder suffocated  us 
Whose grim Oklahoma Halloween
Burial took place on that exact same day
For me stark and gray of your wedding
I witnessed like a zombie among
Revelers knowing death so intimately
Realizing how death and love are twins

Where hang those lips that I have kissed
Whose final words you gave to me  
Mere months ago  " Love you, Jack" 
Lips to say goodbye as you take away
On this day stark gray
A broken stem of the wormwood 
Wild  in my mad heart


Jack Jameson, Ash Wednesday, 2/13/13

Fat Tuesday

Fat Tuesday

Lucky Dogs under the Red and Yellow

Umbrella stoned pirate standing still in the

Sea of multicolored beings coursing

Coarsely down Bourbon with beads swaying

Drinks in hand clandestine blunts and

Boners joker’s caps feather plumes

Screams of delight from bar to bar

Raising cups of joy into the sprinkled air

This time we are the music

The furry brown dog on the cell phone

Waving beside lovers in rainbow tutus

Stop action as she shows her tits

Togas crowns and bare buttocks

And despite smudged signs of warning

There is Jesus sandals and thorns smiling

The most stoned and blissed-out  grin of all

 Jack Jameson 2-12-13

Green Dragon

Green Dragon

Wasn't it here yesterday
The jade dragon green
There by the window
Who would have moved it
Where would he have put it
Another room the basement
Storage
No one else has been here
Where the jade dragon sits
All these years guarding
Our lovemaking our joys
Our yelling and breaking 
Things
Our trysts with all those
Others we embraced 
Together and separately
Only a rare few ever noticed
Her there by the window
Green and smoother than any skin
Supplanted now by a glass vase
Full of Sunflowers

Jameson 1-27-13