Poem

Sometimes hermit sometimes shaman

Oftentimes swimmer frequently bather

Always thinking never knowing

I undress each day

And dip myself in

Words languid pond or

Witness dawns day of

Images and imagination conjuring

Spirits of my past

And my present into

These things called poems

PrairieOak

And like a prairie

Oak I see you

Full of promising comfort

Standing there far off

A tower of plain

Providing me my respite

From the heat of

Life from the rain

Of despair and the

Cold of my loneliness

Sometimes laying at others

Shading once or twice

Huddling offering me safety

Leaving you standing there

I do know that

Others also find their

Place with you and

I am but temporary

But for now and

Until I am ready

With you beneath you

I shall stay here

Survival

Every fire requires three

Things fuel oxygen spark

So goes loves flame

Fuel is the mind

Oxygen is the soul

Spark is the sex

This fire is the

Only way to survive

This wilderness called life

LoveSex

Sex is an expression

Whether it be noun

Or verb it identifies

Someone as something or

Carnal desire as action

Love is a color

An aura which surrounds

And beams which embraces

Or leaves like Autumn

Sex is the fall

Love is the orange

And yellow and red

Wanton

Pardon my ill manners

For I will gobble

And drink wantonly for

I am thirsty and

Hungry but not dying

I am not desperate

I wish to live