caskets dirt holes and grass what’s left is lonely stone and sparrows, soaring about in glee chasing one another from sky to sky, and the keen pinnacles of tender preacher-prayers echo off the land up to jesus and   back a rendezvous with a once lived life a once loved love.    flowers left behind […]

the right coat wrong nylons go along bab momma go along bab my bra pinches it’s colored like galapagos finches tailored two sizes small distracted i hit walls if poems are meant to have meaning i’d have to disagree though readers tell me things they see that i never saw caw-caw snapped the blackbird and the rook […]

  sometimes i just sometimes sometimes then again sometimes, sometimes i don’t. sometimes. like flowers in my head. yes, flowers.   (pause)   flowers!   (pause)   flowers… and doughnuts flying in, in, in, and further in.   like my cousins like my aeroplane like my cellophane like the USMC’s private Gomer Pyle hup two […]

  no fool all fool befool. we fool, you fool. fool fire and danger in the streets  laughing crashing plate glass splash. let me go. i’m so tired of this shit fool you may be dead i’m not memories of your your cause your your to your a little more. now what’s in store black […]

i drifted into  desert landings no tulips no evergreens cacti flowers and spines wandered through my eyeballs in streams. lily creams. no wooden beams. undone seams.  i’ve become a wooly wash of ed wood dreams Saguaros shooting a hundred feet high mescaline peyote there’s water inside   yahoo yahoo yahoo am blue and swizzled  marked […]

fitz is dead aug 13 a strange calm has come-over-me. an elegant peace, at being uncoupled from such a foul redolence   enemies do deserve prayer:   God have mercy. but i beguiled myself anyway with thoughts that “he went straight to hell” it doesn’t matter   he cannot hurt anyone again or so a friend […]

above Québécois  near Frobisher Bay and Iqaluit is the stockade for the rousers of rabble it’s gelid there and unfriendly. with a palpable and callous sense of indifference to bellyaching. a wintry gulag with  potbelly stoves; and only scarce and diminutive Arctic willow to burn along with Walrus blubber  Wagoners and their teams arrive daily en route […]

unattended perturbation while contemplating the demisemiquaver that remains of the blue note that’s been my life playing with horses in the circus and the roaring lions this dark world will be good to leave behind ahead is our lover jesus the messiah who’s father gave us eyes to see and ears to hear     […]

may i breeze your feet breeze your voice tread that path and so we go together on the breeze   or even better, we float in the salty atlantic staying steadily on the very surface   warm we are  in the sun  hearing slight briny gushes of breeze or nose   you know we are […]

don’t you worry my son love your woman watch your sons become bear no one ill will one day you will be old fill the days in between with honesty      and great hope when jesus visits you     don’t step back he is joy’s source   i’m going to be fine when i’m […]

swell it’s all just swell, Albert just swell crops are in days are getting longer time to mend fences paint the barn go to town get supplies watch the weather sit rock pray the Lord should keep            gishi bian        21 july 2020        12:27 pm […]

  i thought i had it it ran so far far away sad welcoming even twisted tramp but you can find it just sit a lifetime before christ the great lover marble with an answer you may be angry you may quite weep stand in line accept the blood accept the wine slowly oh so […]

  an affluent train a nexus in the main it’s not germane the night offered a twinkled satin stain some just blame.   yes, they did. they came all the same we drank wine and the jokes were lame we laughed despite there being no guessing games someone noticed that “clocks always move within a […]

thank you, lord you’ve never left me always been my friend always taught me faith taught me to hope and taught me, to love you sustain me you catch me when i fall you calm all the seas when i worry you assure me when i’m tired you bring me sleep you are peace in […]

stabbing dent dancing yellow geese prancing we drove into the canyon a pipe full of weed no seed can you do more than plead      tap dance      stare in a trance your dad did what the priest no a priest wouldn’t he would damn what did you do hell i was not […]

i do not understand i suppose a tulip doesn’t either why i wish i were a room of carpet or the tip of a rocket or a slice of turkey a billowy cloud a catspaw a fresh cup of coffee a set of cross pens a polka dot water glass a fine pair of italian […]

and then came the fools barking at the sun        you don’t exist, woof woof      you don’t exist, woof woof       grr   all the while a pleasant warmth drenches their coats and makes the tulips grow   funny women who shout <<               […]

twice slowly nice see the dozen egg price and we’ll move back to texas texas my carnations in texas texas   please bring eli the suitcase the 35mm and smile   in time we’ll be together a good long while in white-gloved style with gomer pyle usmc            gishi bian     […]

my ankle, yes like my wrist it’s in an iron trap gishi bian 23 mayo 2020 5:09 am mst usa then pray and leave it at the foot of the cross Video: Open the Eyes of My Heart (Christopher Duffley)   fin Yellow Rose Productions

i’m tired of words like trump COVID brush your teeth wild side trampoline lemonade lock the door fencing scope tendency hush mangle kick and survive deeply torn         gishi bian     9 mayo 2020     5:13 pm mast usa       slow dancin’ through disco The Stylistics: “Betcha By […]