Intangible

Intangible

Always it has struck me as so
That time and space are not
Real though they be mindful constructs
Of our imagination as our
Perception is all there is I think
So that when I recall my loves
Lost in the recesses of unreality
Like almost remembered dreams
They exist like mist from the sea
Are no less than robed and sandaled
Genderless people of the past
Walking the streets of Athens and Nara
No less the music of Faure and Satie no less
The Haiku of Dogen and Basho
Not lost in the bulldozing that the contemporary
World does to nature and to humanity
As greed and profit and progress so called
Sweep away the sweet and the sweetbitter
In the quest for material success and
Work that is void of meaning
Like the empty spaces in the ruins
Of the Parthenon the empty space of
Shinto shrines
Time and space are hard illusions
The loves intangible that penetrated us 
Are not 

My Pagan Opinion

My Pagan Opinion

Humans have more to learn in nature
Than nature has to fear in us
There are better ways to get hot
Than tail pipe exhaust and raping the land
There are tribes where there is no war
And individuals relieve tension and fighting
By touch
Touch that gets them warm and hot
Touch that goes to the genitals
Generating warmth that glistens
Bonobo touch in a world of such equality
Such absence of discrimination and exclusivity
Pan would blush with joy and play
His pipes

Lovers

Lovers

You said it years ago "Lovers"
We are lovers like no others
Though we care for each other
Though we are friends
Though we have touched each other
There
With love no one could question
Ours is abnormal
As we like it
Not traditional not the result of mere
Desire
We are lovers for the touch we have
Touch that is weird strange and uneasy
Reinforcing a deeper probe
We fuck each other's mind
We go into each other by another
Route
We sealed our pact the night
You quietly pulled me to you
Taste of whiskey
And kissed me 

Jack 8/12/12

Where Next

Where Next

Much is finished much is yet to begin

The mountain road so lost in fog

Soaked with rain lit by lightning

Became calm in the sunlight as we

Climbed upward to a vista from which

Nothing was clear except distance

A short-lived butterfly its wings spanned

With gold and black patterns stopped

To sip nectar on its path from Far North

To Mexico and beyond how could it go

Such distance in its short life How could I

Go from this mountain trail  to another

Continent crossing more oceans

Going not knowing my identity

Seeking contact with others who 

Give me a fuller sense of humanity

Because ever the empath I absorb distance

Making myself dissolve in an embrace

What Reason tells me lies before

Is seldom so as on each alien shore

Letting go of expectation yields a new face

Heart

Heart

My heart's not weak at all

It is a hard thing small

Blood goes in and blood out

While all the heart ache 

Is merely more memory

This betrayal that death

You may call it doubt

I say with each sad breath

With each love that turns fake

My comfort comes from nothing

As surely mine as no one ever

Was

Haiku

OK Alfred black

Fiddler crab on lava rock

Leaving us tongue claw

Jack
For AC 7/12

Snot

Snot

It is a halcyon morning

Sunlight slants the line of oaks

Touch of breeze stirs my feelings

Of others long gone touching me

Their spirits bring a sneeze

As ancient Athenians predicted

A sneeze of sinus congestion

And when I lift my white handkerchief

To blow my nose the scent of coffee

From Papua New Guinea fills

My senses taking me to the Pacific

Where a Polynesian once made me come

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