Verse....

Here are some poems (or as my friend used to say, "verse") I wrote in the 70s and 80s

CIVIL WAR

there are moments of perfect happiness
when stones become transfused
by light and warmth

when tears are crystal drops
of celebration

and birds sing sweetly
from the empty trees

an hour's gladness overtakes us

building on the bones
of those we've slain

70s music

i used to write songs while driving back and forth to work in the 70s and 80s. here's one:

HAIR LIKE A BIRD

Hair like a bird
kind of absurd
swirling bending
standing on ending
hair like a bird

Face like a moon
bright as a tune
comes on the radio
at half past noon
face like a moon

Body like a child
free and wild and
happy and sunny and
smooth as honey
body like a child

Heart like gold
yellow and cold
hard and rich
jeez wotta bitch
oh, well