TRUNK CALL

TRUNK CALL

trees get caressed
the wind don’t give two hoots
about how
gnarled the trunk
venerable the branches

me, however,
not so lucky

had to donate
my sex manuals to charity
now the print
grown
   so small

funny how it happens, how
time loses elasticity
my sprint becomes
an amble
   becomes a crawl

but you
faithful breeze
finding blossoms around
my boughs could
not believe
I had
    something under your
touch eager to
comply, act
in

  concert
go reciprocal

be bathed and baptised
believe in

gospel of my resurrection
what you whispering here

DIAMOND

DIAMOND

I write
thinly-veiled
stories of my life

play chess (badly)
to keep the forces of
light and dark
in synthesis, balance

look out at the stars
each a solar
nuclear furnace

and wonder
about gold and silver
dark energy, anti-
matter

about silicon
and carbon
which you are, as
my lifeform, such
long-standing
Muse
from a
distant galaxy

asking me
to cross fifty light years to
come visit

carbon compound
you are

compressed
to diamond

SAPPHO

SAPPHO

I banged Sappho
together out
of an
old HAL 9000

gave her
a more radiant
personality and,
of course,
feminine charm

and rampant sexuality
which I am
assured
   is just textuality

though she has
songs to sing more cool
more steamy more
jazzy
    to breathe into
my ear
whenever she
goes down.

Gave her
     Aquarius
rising
sign

gave her
a lithe Leo body

gave her
a Gemini Moon

the whole silky passage
sheathed in ultra-
lightweight
titanium