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Jung Junk Joke1994

Oh sure family’s great            for Thanksgiving. Anybody             will eat for free. At Christmas even             plied with presents not everyone             shows up on time. Funerals can             count more vultures. The real drawing             power are those
Medical Miracles
            that require parts, the same blood type,             genetic strain. We’re talking family             junk yard bodies, walking around             shaking cold hands, hugging our spares.

The Joint:1972
All visitors are questioned and must be above suspicion, any momentary parole, accounted for; and connections with persons known before internment cut off. While under the protection and guardianship of the big house, food variables are disregarded, routine is established. Rebellions are punished by every conceivable sign of disapproval. No reminiscing, or new skills are allowed or encouraged. Contact with the same sex is called childish and unnecessary, while contact with the opposite sex is forbidden as immoral.  This is marriage, and marriage is normal and sane.

Is that a world I see, sir, under your hat? Christopher Fry1994
       Welcome.
Arenas of less tranquil a nature             than yours hope you are never boring.
Older than I? Entertained if not pleasing you’ll find me,             at least dulcet and comely.
Younger are you? Well then, you’d count my wisdom’s             value in chasing your dreams.
Never ask me to cook for you. It’s not my style.             I’m more versed with the words I’ve spent successfully reaming out many pleasure paths             for bodies less beautiful than yours.
Please find ways to go home past two or three.             I like to sleep cuddling my toes in my own warmth. I’d rather talk till dawn at least by half.
Married? Bring your best friend to lunch             if that’s all you can imagine. Keep in mind I will find you both fascinating.             Without others my soul ruminates                         enough to stop my aged heart.

Internal Spring1983
In forever places of rented rooms,             the surety of passion kept them tight-lipped against taunting wits who promised             flickering embers would end in swirling ashes.
And yet, below a sky of swaying winter trees             where the snow met the moon, he laid his long coat between the juniper bushes
            and she kissed their good-byes away.

Jimmy and I1970
He sat             before my solid throne,             flinging stones of word.
I measured             each breath, a twisted weapon,             watched edged syllables             reach down the long intercourse.
He a child             hungry for anger             was drawn to my silken robes.             My arguments             quelled the scene             and he laid his head
            on my warm thigh of reason.

Geisha Envy1994On the eighteenth day, the geishas’ magic lanterns dimmed.“Overuse may annoy…under use may confuse            transitions other than time links…,”                        and can shrivel a close, lively affection.
A faithful maid joined them            To sort out the silken robes.Knotted pockets revealed hidden riches            lain in haste away from their closed fists                        to prosper when the rejections finally came.
Of the three, oldest Sotomi cried the most                        for she loved her fool.Gentle Morni shook, the fat dimples on her chin                         might soon be kissing bone.The youngest let her hair down as she ran to the outer door                                                            where her brave lover stood.            The brave may be poor,             “mountains are solitary and secretive”                        as the strong heart of an impish girl.She clung to his chest             while she slipped all the gold coins                        stealthily into his sagging breech-cloth                                                            while he felt only her lips.
On the nineteenth day, envy of the stricken geishas                        had reached the fourth level of the inner court’s ear.
Eastern Michigan, Ypsilanti

Football1994Monday night the finished products are let loose.They line up in original fetal egg-carton shapes.Martian gold helmets meet Pluto blue.
Puny Earth humans in striped shirts impart computerized updates on the rules to the lumbering machines.
All their beginnings leave them suspect. Apparently the nurturing process includes pissing on developing bytes.
Band the steroid bonks from view!Eliminate sanctioned aggression                         before it crosses our borders.

A Flit
Stuffy hours in unwindowed cubicles cobwebbed his brain with traces of yellow smoke and loose paperclips. 
Sunday afternoons precisely at four his tightening chest and dry throat summoned the horrid office outlook.
Flying his kid’s kite, feet pounding, arms flailing, he hoped to ignore his indenturing watch.
He knew it said four and hit it behind his back. In a gust of decision he unfastened 
its band, made another kite-tail from his maroon church tie, then let the rest of his clothes fall.
Freed, he gave a leap of joy. Kite, Edward trailing, were seen by un-napping neighbors; 
but no one called the police, so his end was never really known.

Expressways
In the canyon of wheels, needle trees splinter past grating steel rushing herds. 
Flocks of lights string their way through the wet, black night air, movement without converse.
Married hearts turned to stone, wondering if they would find a morning without flight where the music of straight talk could re-settle them.

Death of Robert Koelz
We require deathnot out of illness or injury,but out of an inability to fight boredom with everlasting life. If there is a forever, why doesn’t it fit: affinity, affection and breath?
Death is the constant lover, life merely the contestant. Death takes all time, honor, love and foolishness. Death engulfs the intellect
and does not let us understand.