This is a new poem (August 2003) I wrote to a dear old friend about our shared love of women.

We carried too much over the years but shined anyway


It's been a little bit of a down thing, baby.
It's been a little bit of a radio thing, sugar.
I love poetry and sometimes like to skim the surface of things.

We carried too much over the years but shined anyway

I screamed out of it all until there was this delightful dream
It was always a dream, sugar.
Always a decision that we made.

Then you came along and a bridge was created
You danced across my silent better until I saw you standing over her
Over her and helping her.

Me,

I was gone, another place

far into the Southwest carrying too much but still shining.

I should have been you

She always screamed with salty tears---for you,

Wondering where she had been all those years.

How long has this been going on?

I melted into hell and struggled toward heaven when she called your name. What is this living you give to everyone you know?

There is nothing but you.

I know how when Columbus found another world the threesome, discovered us both.

We only want a kiss, my friend. Only a sophisticated lady. We are done and broken, always struggling into heavens breach.

How long has this been going on?

Fine romance, a winsome dream, a prayer for a completion?

Then there is a melt, succulent;
learning how Cristobal Colone felt when he found that other world.

Yet, in the middle of the kiss,
all we need is another one.

It's a dance, a sweet dance--- a break from all those times.

How long has this been going on?

Long enough for a dream to become a saxophone.
A dreamy, creamy saxophone.

It drifts and pleats until all at once we see how smoky, smelling perfume , says "I don't know what love is?"--- it all is.

We don't worry about tomorrow

its' all a shining thing. Because as men

we skip and realize all the women

everyone one

really want us to relax---- they are sophisticated

ladies.

And so we care

and let it upset and sublimate. Until at last

there is nothing that ever gets us but

someone as lovely as her.