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Groups of short poems.

  The Long Labor of Betting on Love


1:  White Pectoral

A handsome man comes striding
out of a trailer park, into the sun.
Black sunglasses, unbuttoned shirt—
unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.


2:  Long Labor of Love

The befuddled inkling of the moist unknown.
That second slap on the ruddy cheek.  Slow,
pelvic thrusting—idyllic frenzy.  Each
other day abundant with plump distraction.
And then, learning to let the daughters grow.


3:  On a Windy Night

Watching a borrowed video tape of Neil
Young in late career.  An odd selection of
selected songs, from so many.  The band
looks rather old and haggard, as does Neil—
but it doesn't matter.  It doesn't matter.


4:  The View from Her Parent's House

What more was there to do other than
sit on the wooden deck in Shirley's yard
and ponder the marvelous view—the Santa
Lucia's rising beyond, clouds shredding
above, a tongue of fog slipping in between.


5:  Hilltop Place & Inspiration

Once again doing what I love to do
when I get the chance to do it—
running the elegant streets of this
quiet beach town.  Tipping my head
to honey-fed women whose breasts
      jostle when they run.


6:  Santa Maria

We visit my mother in her mobile home
park, wedged into a Latin neighborhood.
She talks of things past and offers food
as low riders drift slowly by—plates
      on the walls vibrate.


7:  Things Long Past

I recall being younger and driving across
the desert—the thrill of the long expanse,
full of nothing; the youthful wish to see
something out of nothing.  Today we meet
too much traffic, irresolute clutter, too much
      careless debris.


8:  Forty Thieves

Shit-faced, but starry eyed in the Aladdin
Hotel—wanderer in the bright, desert night.
Wishing I was younger.  Wishing
I was luckier—but thrilled, nonetheless,
by the excess beyond ruthless excess.


9:  The Morning After

I wake up naked in a cold, dark room
with a window opening to an extravagant
view of sun bathers:  I ponder a sexual
encounter—here the locals peddle
performance enhancing drugs.


10:  Bone Shadow

Lounging in the pool at the Aladdin Hotel
—early poolside, pool shine evening heat
(sightseers on the Eiffel Tower).  I see
a man's spine ripple into his trunks
as he sunscreens his wife's scapula.


11:  At the Poker Bar

My luck is fleeting.  My bartender
unattendant;  my money is fleeing
while my luck is fleeting at best.
But the woman across the bar—a
studious player—has bared vast tracts
      of her breasts.


12:  Desert Passage

A big man walks on crutches through
the casino.  The casino opens onto
a themed mall—rain falls on the hour,
the night sky turns into day.  Bursting
out into the parking lot, the heat seems
      largely out of place.


13:  Highway 95

Dust devils spinning across the desert,
we're accompanied by intrinsic and squat
powerlines headed to somewhere unspecific.
Low brush scattered across the dry lake bed.
Mountains, rocky and barren, rising
      in all directions.


14:  Western Summer

Like fishing in a rocky stream.
Like wading in a mountain creek.
Smoke circling the evening campfire.
Men walk with their fishpoles and wives
through the rocks and cottonwoods
      to the river's edge.  Dusk...





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