mypoems

                       My Master's Estate
       (Dedicated to my friend Willie D. who lived the life)

   The singular place I don't want to be
   Is the worldly sphere of antipathy;
   A far better sanctum incredibly great
   Is my very own niche in my Master's Estate.

   An exclusive retreat in a bastion of granite,
   The most sought after abode on the entire planet;
   My castle is brimmed with abundance of treasure
   With peace and contentment beyond any measure.

   I walk the straight path with peers of my creed
   And revel in the fact that my soul has been freed;
   Kept happy and safe by guardians galore
   Entertained, respected and pampered to core.

   Plied daily with platters of exquisite cuisine
   Amused by court jesters the best I have seen;
   Attired to the nines in gaudy array
   I amble about blithely to fritter the day.

   A stable of ladies dressed gaily in red
   To share in the comforts including my bed;
   My bankroll redoubles with each breath that I take
   And my subjects toil daily just for my sake.

   No homestead so grand though some will disdain
   They would entreat you to believe that I am insane;
   But I leave it to you my brethren repenten
   As I sign off with love from my cell in San Quentin.

   Posted 12/23/02

                      Sunny Interlude

A mid-August pale-blue showcase sky,
                                  the sun a jewel
                   set at its highest blazing point.
Below, a gently swelling,
                               shimmering
                                          glassy sea
         with looping, cinnamon-sand beaches
                     strung from pier
                                              to pier;
          tiny waves lapping at the shore
                        only to slip back
           and try again.
Brown cliffs crouched on gray shale base;
                    hazy-green hooks of land
                             curving away to horizons.
Tribes of sun-roasted Littles by the
                         water's edge
                                      laughing,
                                            yelling,
                     running off and coming back like
                                                magnets at play,
                     jumping, hugging, teasing,
                                                 pushing gleefully,
                     trying to splash to lake away.
The Couple newly met
                        sitting on a colorful blanket,
                senses attuned to the possibilities,
                       hoping,
                                anaticipating,
         their skin tender-tight with the Season,
                      savoring the scene,
                             the redolent smells
                                       of water and sand,
                                       of flowery lotions,
          while pausing, unsure, hand-in-hand;
                               then a look,
                                a sign,
                                 a response,
           two warm shadows mingle as their lips
                                                     touch gently.
The day no longer exists
                                 nor lonely pasts;
              the moment is here,
              the pleasure is theirs,
                       to be stored in their heart
                           like a bright
                                unforgettable
                                       Summer's day
               snap...shot.

Posted 12/24/02