the death

of the last tree

death of humanity

jade vine in the old mango tree

waiting on the wave
so quiet until
the ocean inhales

more of Hawaii and madam Pele
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oil painting for me son

my painting
now finnished
is at the end
of the hall
and I see my soul
hang on a nail
in the wall

beat poets

beat poets
home from the war
forbidden to speak it

wrote it
on the wall
art is love is God

venice west
a quiet place
to blow a poem
in your coffee
listening to monk

the naievity
to change things
world gone wrong

generation
of protest
sounds a soprano sax

song to the lady
a wail
in the night


shanna

jimmy

pilot whale fog

fireweeds of pele

Peles door is aleays open

Venice where my muse
The Lady
grabbed me
amoungst those dear beat poets...
there is a webcam
in venice
I visit
some restless nights
and see the shadows
of people on the boardwalk..
and see my footprints in the sand...
looking for the waves...
..
a wheelchair goes by
I see Bill Margolis..
shadows of Tony and Stu and
Jimmy on the bench
waiten for the poem...
I see a lamppost or a sign
and the villiage of venice
but I see my footprints
on the sand
headed for Hawaii...