60’s
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Blind Love
though my eyes never born
when the rain from thy words
laps upon me
the scent of thy voice
strokes my imagination
with the spectrum of darkness
that be thy peerless shadow
and I am awash with Light
Happy Mothers’ Day
from thy wombs
spring forth all futures
and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal
Tripper
mini vacation
knowledge for one’s enjoyment
with laid-back wonder
Outside
old stomping grounds
of our forebears
ere cement supplant’d forests
ere the wind became trite
no wonder
our instincts
not born of fables
so for now
with even more acute
eyes and ears
will we savor these ventures
Remembering Normal
at holy james’ downtown bay
‘twas someone’s future—
a future after their time—
way after
boats anchor’d—
shores of point loma—
united landing at refurbish’d airport—
solar turbines—
star of india—
anthony’s—
pac star cruises
seaweed stretching from shallows
to surface and nursing rocks
bordering harbor drive—
a curious pigeon bobbing for scraps
too hot to be jogging
unless you’re a jogger
Tomorrow’s not soon enough
Floral Telepathy
look at me
let thy sight
slowly fade into thought
contemplate
where you’ve never been
inside my kingdom
you the sentient
the pupil
of the live inanimate
and graduate
to savor my essentia
loujen haxm'Yor 