rohnbayesjourney

sex on the beach

today i had sex
with the girl who
couldn’t see me coming
out of the water the
waves breaking around
my waist the sand
rising the shore turning
a word sounding like
a gull’s cry or
was it the wind
forming the beach by
the mat where she lay
floating nearby it was
my first time
with her who didn’t
see me maybe
she did

reading neruda

and rilke and wallace stevens while
drinking coffee on a windy day leaves
strewn and carpeted where i walk out
to taste the wet air there are no
angels here to administer the potion
but a mockingbird flies to the tree
of life and settles in a cloudy sky
above reaches out to embrace
the rim of earth and in
the cup a gift of blue porcelain appears where
the coffee is not

anymore having been sipped a moment
ago it is well on it's way and sinks 
below

the doors of my mouth a metaphor for
forgiveness curls against the roof of my
mouth a tiny leaf
posing as an omen yellow and serrated
lands on the keyboard i have come
from nowhere and am lost again
it says in conclusion 

what brings you to the land of the gatekeepers ??

i'm looking for someone

someone very dear ?? a kindred spirit ??

 

harmonic convergence

it's bound to happen it would
love to happen maybe it has
happened the return
of the messiah the coming
of the kingdom of heaven
or in this case the 11.11.11. party
in my backyard with haloed moon
above and below the drums and drummers
drumming at 11 past 11 on 11.11.11. was when
we re-created a new world and everything
found it's place the tables and chairs
scattered all over the yard a bowl
of chips empty shish ka bob sticks
plastic bottles in the pool floating
like japanese lanterns we all cheered
and shouted once it began and then
slowly fell silent and into talk
of politics again and what should have been
gathered around the fire

 

florescence

protrubence
antenna on tree

have you met nick drake

  

 

 

 

Amtrak

Traking east thru urban desert east LA freeway grafitti trucks bums under the overpass camped in the cathedral mountains now love the way they descend fingers and stones into ranch land the trees the plants growing in concrete the observation car I think the cars on I10 the itunes on RP the kids in the car the sky the breath the wind bends the poles of telephones the stray dog chimneys and driveways why the brown dirt ?? sun going down diesel electric now we're going fast passing volvos passing time curves views bottles of beer and giant windmills time for dessert read that book lost those bars

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forgive everyone

as if it were the last day of
your life
it might be
or tomorrow
or one fine day special & penultimate
down the road aways

but why wait until then
to enjoy the apricot of love
and the tangy zesty pomegrantes
of deliverance ??

sunny day by sophia

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an espresso with no sugar

sitting in the cafe
in Barcelona rock n roll reggae
playing on the speakers and
coffee in a cup black on white
an espresso with no sugar
a plaza with a cross on a
moorish pedestal a church
a dog barking a pigeon on
the wall shadows in the
dirt murmuring people
voices in different languages
sunglasses by my iphone
pen with paper
uno beinte says the lady

infinite

there are an estimated 10 billion stars in our galaxy
and an estimated 10 billion galaxies in the universe
that would be 10 billion billion stars

some think it's 300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
that's 3 hundred thousand billion billion stars

i think it's infinite

the heat

holy suffering suckotash
the hot summer days of texas
from the view point of the reckless brown grasses
protecting the dusty dry dirt
is pretty much 'what lawn?'

as most of it is thistles and stalk
talking all night long amongst themselves
in a whispery voice about the baby birds
dying in their own nest (as if i didn't know this) brave mom
but helpless against the onlslaught no bugs

no worms no suckotash it's bleak vinegar
and gall i'm so pissed off at this rude weather
beaten and shriveled and desiccated
the acacia and it's spiny horns

gesture to the dry empty sky and remind
me to look out for thorns
in the grass where i ride
my bike the broken glass in the street
and the trees by the side

have painted themselves
the color of rain their only way
of praying i once was a tree with a friend
in a play on a stage by the river
downtown

and our part was to dance when
pam came out and we did i
remember i remember I
remember how we swayed
and it rained

for a friends friend

sometime we spend here
then we go home
years or months for some it's only days
the illusion of a life breaks free from it's moorings and
floats out to sea would be
another metaphor for this land where we
lay metaphor and pun and love and relax you know
what comes later we only dream about in a hammock
with a mockingbird in our ear a cat in the bush and blue
sky way up there

 

happy memorial day may

we remember each breath
the first thrill a gift we knew
that onrushing air was this world
coming in
blurry images and cocoons was our first moment
and we had never focused before the first rush
the initial blast of cold air inside and we noticed we were alive

may we remember each breath like the first the last
coming in as well a prayer a reverence to all that is holy and whole
and beautiful and supple and sweet and well the whole world is holy and
quite right it is quite right to be here remember

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