Back from England

Back from England 

England is two states of mind

London energy and Country laze

Both sprinkled daily heavy drizzle

All the more sparkling in sunlight

Boats on rivers everywhere

England is high drama Shakespeare

Stabbing an assassin in Africa

Timon as a homeless man serving shit

Two states of mind 

And both steeped like tea in history

For me it is always sex that fills

Two states of mind

One having one without

Meeting in mutual masturbation

In England quiet and in the dark

What flights of fantasy we enjoy

Crossing in utter discomfort that

Ocean separating Raw America

From cultured pearls overseas

Pearls of two states of mind

Jack --July '12

Another

Another

Another day another orgasm

Beating off the images of imagination

The fantasy hovers about me as I 

Stroke tightening my grip

Jerk faster as your body yields to me

As I feel the entrances to your flesh

As your eyes reflect my eagerness

As I forget that I am not a dog

Sniffing an ass getting up

On my hind legs sticking it in

Uninhibited joy oh release

Quivering until the absurd and the

Ridiculous return

Fantasies gone and there is nothing

Except the mess of life to

Wipe away

Jack 7/13/12

Iceland (to a fellow stranger)

Iceland (to a fellow stranger)

From a Sigur Ros trance visions

Arise from my mind mist-like

The rigid penis of a man 

Forty years my junior

A man not knowing not

Caring what his preference

Might be

Wanting my touch wanting comfort

As vampires and super-heroes

As animated teens from a world

Dream leaped over walls again

And again and neither wine nor

Marijuana diminished the absence

He felt no one else willing to break away

From the entertainment to hold him

Except me

Jack 6/19/12

Talking My Walk

Talking My Walk

Each day I make my walk

Up and down Druid Hills

December decks the walk with grinning

Snowmen whose plastic carrot noses
Breathe no better than mine

As I clomp the asphalt and concrete

Imagining Immanuel Kant

How should I apply his C I

His Categorical Imperative how

Universalize my maxims this sun soaked

December day as I pass

Latinos with ladders and saws

Boys walking their dogs

Women jogging tits bouncing

The porcelain Santa may hold the answer

Beneath his red frock and white beard

He pees into a basin he smiles

As if his exposure itself is a joy

If only he could pee down the chimneys

Of those awaiting their gifts

Of factories spewing smut and slag

Would Kant today go about his walk

Rational and calm contemplating the Noumena

Would he masturbate daily as well

Space Time and Causality dissolving in his climax

Where do I walk if I want to feed the hungry

Stop the Saṃsāra as red with war

As Santa's frock

How should I walk my talk

How should you as the planet

Spins toward doom as avarice

Kills hope as money runs out

As oil drips away and we suffocate

In our own gases

If I carry a sign to city hall

If I vote for a civil rights hero

If I write swoon-worthy poetry

Or an essay published in Time

If I pee down a chimney if I

Make love to another human being

Will it make a difference

Will Kant's philosophy save us

I walk my walk

Up and down Druid Hills

Nod at neighbors who would abhor

My feelings and my world view

Pat the dog that will howl in the yard
All night alone and alienated as a billion

Humans are

Jack

Winter Solstice, 2011

Haiku of a Faun

Imagining you

dark chocolate fine red wine

your scent in my cum

Jack 5/12

Need

Need

We need the air to breathe

The air does not make us needy

The deeper breath we take

The stronger we are

Jack 5/12

Spittle and Blather

Spittle and Blather

Have you ever encountered a gaggle

Young mothers pushing their offsprings' 

Strollers postulating the joys babies

Bring lifting them to show 

But seeing just their own 

Baby reaching out its tiny finger

As piercing screech of a blue-throated macaw

Erupts startling need crying out its existence

Upon these crawling creatures 

Young mothers project their fantasies

Hopes dreams imaginations of able men

Women one day making them proud proving

Their pride fulfilling what mothers

Married working walking their progeny

Cannot do for themselves

What do you think or feel

Value as you  watch their excited faces

That this is life the meaning we all

Yearn full of passion to gain

Do you see these happy women 

As beauty as joy as comfort

Is their love for these small beings

Ultimate unconditional unassailable

Am I alone in finding my fulfillment

Otherwise in choosing to abort

As I did

Delighting not in what my semen 

Became but in the seed my mind shares

Yet you will point out sweetly to me

That I like them shall one day be

Blather and spittle

Crying out in pain or wonder 

As what life I have departs

Those gathered around 

Will say how sad he has no children

No sons no daughters to bid farewell

If  a few of those who've loved me all these

Years live still

They will bid my drooling mouth

Good bye

You will witness what flights of meaning

I achieved. 

Jack 5/12

Yeux

Yeux

How do you say eyes in French

How do you say eggs

When first I saw you

Cafe in Paris

My desire  hatched

My desire to hold your hand

My desire to fertilize your eggs

Like a cod

Nager dans la mer

Jack 5/20/12
During the eclipse of the Sun

Lake Country Seed

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



Jack -- Revised, 5/3/12

What

What  (Ironic Self-deprecation to Release Tension)

So what the fuck will you say

Old man with a scrap  goatee

You old goat  let us tell you

Death bed nursing home enema bag

Want something to stick in those varicose veins

Come on say something wise

We dare you dare your impudent impotence

Old fag what would you do if we spread our legs

Were you there when Caesar shot across the Rubicon

When they shot Kennedy and Camelot

Fell to Morgan and Modred and Merlin froze

You sat there  a kid in Latin reciting 

They said on the intercom "The President is dead"

What now dry skin can you get it up knowing

They broke your round table

That all your kings and knights are rot

Make us laugh old man jester

Lear's tragic old fool dance

Sing strum a guitar say something deep

So we can like you and your old bone

Like you and your wit whats left of it

Like you because we feel sorry for your 

Feeble attempt to be cool like we are

Young like we are

Hipsters the way we are (Not!)

You can't be our mirror  man

 We are not your masturbation fantasy

Are we are we

Poerm

Poerm: Po-erm Dfn: A poem-like expression using words to convey what is otherwise ineffable, with always an eye on, or other sensory awareness of, Eros. Thanatos may be substituted or play a part as well.

Jack, May Day '12

 

Rain Haiku

Thunder cracks through rain

Gushing as hail pings thin tin

Sun sparks the raindrops

Jack 4/17/12

 

Meeting by the Gulf (with irony)

It is the eve of another jaunt

Down south to New Orleans

Like we been sayin' we'd do

For years

The eve of days together

My mind and yours

Cafe conversations

Late night music

Sparkling Wine

Letting what happens happen

Right

Your body and mine

Or jus' contemplatin'

What might be or not

As the Easy takes hold
Takes hold

Haiku Doggie Style

Joggers intersect

Pups leashed sniff cavort lick

Joggers balk pull split

Jack 3-23-12

Pink

Pink

The white not quite
Full moon drifted up
Among the cloud puffs
Pink like Mimosa blossoms
As she pulled her car to the curb
Let you out
Leaving her angry and hurt
Like suicide
As the darkness came
And more clouds
Advancing with lightning on two
Horizons West and North
Trite
Like the Union Army
Approaching Atlanta
And we sat on the rocking porch
As you came to like
Being queer

Jack

1-7-12

Give Me Shotgun

Give Me Shotgun

Yes there are numberless couples

Happy as horses in hay

Making it every day

Thrilled with their spills

Ignoring the news taking their pills

Lighting up their charcoal grills

Bodies twined fresh and supple

 Regardless spring buds open

Vegetating sex powders us filling

Our noses choking us like fellatio

With daffodils and goldenrod

The throats of birds slaked with worms

Repeat the chirrup of abundance

Eggs encapsulate their existence

Yes I have had my piece my share

If not my fill

Of horses' play of vegetating sex

Of thrilling spills

Choosing rather than coupling solitude

In a world of sap

Preferring to move

You dare me to ride 

Take off on the open road

Your life my life

Merged for a while like fellatio

Be twined fresh and supple

You'll let me drive you say or

Give me shotgun

Jack, 1st day of spring, 2012

Drunk in the Morning (St. Patrick's Day)

Drunk in the Morning (St. Patrick's Day)

Squares fill with eager faces

Children wearing green their hands

Holding clover

Their parents gather 'round them

Friends all waiting 

For the long long long 

Parade redcoats with piccolos

Masons with rubies stuck to their bellies

Now and then a ramshackle float

But mostly military troops

And tanks and

High school bands with high stepping

Majorettes avoiding the feces

Of green dyed goats

We make our way through

Throngs large red plastic cups of brew

Sloshing as we walk entranced

To the Green River

To where crowds congregate as if

Waiting for the Coming of the Saint

Of Patrick himself green gowned

Shepherd's crook in hand

Come to chase our green snakes 

Away to punish us for letting reptiles

Loose as someone yells

To the girl in green beads and halter top

High on her riverfront balcony

Show us your tits.

Jack

3/17/12

Whitman in Amsterdam

High

In myself delighting

Lights shimmering from Canals
I wander into a small house

A short-bus

Gathered are the Dutch

Locals making music sipping

Watching from the corners

Of their eyes

The man on the bed

Four-poster

The man with the long white beard

Delighting in himself

Masturbating

As sippers sip as

Voyeurs get wet

As I delight in the ambiance

Of Amsterdam

Jack 2/29/12

444

Four hundred forty-four doves

Alight upon my backyard

Pecking the green

Pooping black and white pellets

Fertile on the fallow soil

Who would say it is a sign of

Peace in the world all these

Doves congregated cooing with

Vibrations of love in one place

 Not I for had I but pieces of

Bread I'd toss them from my porch

The doves would turn and peck

Bird flesh fighting for morsels

They should never eat as we

Consume such oddities that make us

Ill 

No matter for the doves panic

As if I had fired a gun or some wild

Dog had charged barking among them

Though there was nothing

And all aflutter flapping and mad

The doves soar away into the white

Cloud shaped like a dragon

Jack 2-23-12

Waxing and Waning

Photo by Dar

Kalani

Waning and Waxing

There is lunacy in love

Like the tide blood

Moves toward and then away

From the blood of each other

You increase in my mind

Like the Crescent Moon

A sliver of my life and then

More as your light fills my vision

As the ever increasing sphere

Of the moon increases filling

The sky blocking out the light

Of all those stars we have adored

Until my life is full of you

And the fullness is the sphere

Of our existence sacred 

Blinding

Then like the moon

Our love recedes back into

The night the unconscious for

We know the moon is no less

However much its light yields back

The stars and wandering planets of our

Lives

The moon recedes until there is

A Crescent in the dawn

Rising over the sea just before the Sun

As the moon vanishes

We are sure the cycle will repeat

That we shall share the fullness

Love gives us

Over and
Over 


Jack 2-22-12