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The Sadness in Romance (5 poems)

March 11, 2017

Sometimes poems have to cover the sadness in romance too.

Like a mirror
in the dark
waits for light
I …

Oh dewdrop
that only sparkles under the sun.
What a quandary that that same heat
takes you away from me.

If you love some one
that makes you feel at ease
yet worries you all the time …

you don’t mean
a thing you say
and if you did
you’d change your mind.

the Moon tonight
is just as far
away as ever.

Dream or Vision or Both – Ride along!

March 10, 2017

.
Relaxed after reading
I closed my book.
My eyelids follow
and there appeared stairs.

I began to descend
step after step.
The light of my lantern
bounced off the quartz
embedded in the walls.

I blinked my eyes
and a draft of air,
a repeating echo,
swept me away…

across an ocean
and an ocean beyond
across outer space
across time itself …

There appeared ahead
a high raised place.
I stood on a mountain top
and surveyed all around me:
enchanted woods
in front of blue mountains,
and a sky full of stars
peeping in the day.
Flocks of birds flying,
and calling down to herds
grazing together
around the water;
bleating and mooing
in a joyful noise!

And though mild weather,
snow began to fall
so heavy and fast
I couldn’t see.
It blinded my view
and swept me away …

Now on a tower
high over a city.
People moving about
in every direction
like ants on a hill;
busy and happy,
honking and chatting …

I felt I could fly
and lifted away.
A draft pulled me up.
I followed the current
into a cloud …

I awoke on a sea
as vast as the sky.
A breeze softly blew
like a melody.
“Ahoy! Ahoy!
sailors and fishes!
Come out! Come out!
Let me take a gander.”
Seabirds squawking,
sails snapping,
I laughed and laughed …

A wave came on board.
Salt in the water.
I rubbed my eyes
as a stout tide
gave a tug
and pulled me away –
riding the crest …

I came to a halt
and opening my eyes
cliffs all around me
of red red iron.
I’m riding an asteroid
through busy space.
Constellations formed.
More lights appeared.
The voids filled up.
Music swelled.

I now stood in front
of a great wall of light.
Looking up to see
if I could spot the top,
I raised my hand
like it held a lantern.
And raised it again,
and raised it once more,
and fell back asleep …

My book on my lap
in my comfortable chair,
a reading light humming
above my head,
a clock softly ticking …

Two Poems on Books

February 17, 2017

MY BOOK LEAVES RATTLED…

My book leaves rattled when he became aware
of the books placed, next to it.
“I’ll share no shelf with such drivel
so badly written and illiterate!
I expect display with spine support!”
and zipped up his jacket to make his point.

THE USED BOOK …

the used book
was badly marked;
underlined passages
with notes in the margins
scribbled in black
permanent ink.
The wily bookseller
triples the price
and writes on the tag
Annotated Edition.

Musea #200 The PEOPLE Issue – all 100 pages

January 27, 2017

For those who did not get one of the few copies by mail, here is the entire 200th issue of Musea the PEOPLE issue on my website.

Many of you are in it and there are lots of gossip and celebrities – I name names such as all those listed in this teaser page.

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Reader, you will find all this inside and more:

Why did shock jock Russ Martin tie me to a chair with duct tape? Why did Frank Zappa call KNON while I was working there?
Which Musea cover was printed upside down?
Why was my $1,000,000 Collage at 500 X titled Janet Kutner Writes Daffy Reviews. Where was the best deep dish in Deep Ellum?
Why was the Inwood Theater gassed that night?
Why couldn’t the TV repairman hook Stanley Marcus up to cable? Did Musea find a photo of Cy Twombly developing his style on a blackboard? What was in that Musea Stand Gift Box every Christmas at the Inwood? What photo from Charlton Heston’s wife, did Musea run on one of our Covers? Is one of my zine friends perhaps the Best Painter around?
Why did Dallas Luxury Magazine run a full page picture of me? What were Inwood Box Office Concerts?
What did Drive in Movie Critic, Joe Bob Briggs say about Musea? What happened when H. L. Hunt wanted to buy a photograph of himself for $10? Why was I forced out of the Inwood Theater after working there for 24 years? What did Maximum Rock n Roll say about the AACA logo?
Where did the Esquire Theater’s Neon Painter’s Palette end up? Which unassuming Dallas writer/artist wrote the next Pascal’s, Pensees? How did Musea get in the center of a Dallas Morning News, Dallas Observer feud. Who praised Mary Parker for sculptural reliefs from plumbing parts? Which 12 By 12 musician recently had a single of his, sell on Ebay for $887.77? What was Joe Christ like in person?
What musicians recorded a song of mine, then went on to national fame as a trio. What does Musea know about Slack?
When does the Midnight Movie start?
Why did my fellow workers ask David Byrne for his autograph for me? Which music engineer did I work with that had a Gold Record on her office wall? What happened when a stage hand moved Ray Charles mike?
Was Morgan Fairchild beautiful and friendly in person?
Who seemed to need more approval, Joseph Heller, or Nora Ephron? What guitar accessory does Elvis, Jimi Hendrix, and Hunkasaurus have in common? What did Mickey Rooney say to me as he passed by at NorthPark?
Who are the five, Frida and Diego type couples, where both partners are fine artists? Did Musea find a photograph of Cinderella?
Why did I go to Freddie King’s house?
Who stole my zines at the first Art Revolution Festival – I really want to know! Who was Sweater Vest, The Crazy Nurse, or the Popcorn Lady?
Why won’t Willie Nelson’s lawyers let him hear my song, The Ballad of Willie Nelson? Why did the lawyers from Warner Brothers write me?
Why did I get a check from Greg Abbot for $13.88?
When was the last moment of modern art?
Which local guitar hero was sitting in my seat at the Paul McCartney concert? And finally; how did this 8 page Musea 200th issue turn into Tom’s Tome?

Love Poem: Name a River

January 14, 2017

Name a river…
That’s the one.
You and I
sailing along,
the stars are bright,
the moon is creamy,
eyes full of love,
thoughts dancing,
floating along,
watching the wake,
pass and move on
Our love remains.
The world’s a song.


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