SCOTT'S POEMS

BENEDICT'S SEASON

In the grave of this love,
Food of dust,
Dish clatter, do not eat...
But your dishwater left its mark on the hardwood of my heart,
Like an old rental in a Mexican neighborhood,
And I make it to the flea market,
And I set aside time for winter,
And I go back on everything I've said.

This current evocation of you...
It is so close to me like tasting salt,
It is sweet like sacrificial lamb..
It is broad and thick like dusty sun...
It is pure like death of enemy...
And bitter like my grandmother's baking chocolate,
Which I stole in hopes for candy.

This reflection of your presence in my recall...
It is vivid like wounds of the flesh,
It is high-pitched like bats hunting bugs at dusk,
It is deep as purse of my mother, or the purse of any mother, for that matter,
And it holds tightly unto me like battle after battle.

I'd be so happy to drown in it,
To soak, and to be, just sopping in you,
With my body bloated from gluttony,
And my eyes never looking from you.
I could resurrect, kissing you,
And be kissed back by your ten thousand suns.

You were so smoked and dried.
You were the wine,
You were the saddle,
You were the jailbreak.

SCA. 1994

UPSIDE-DOWN CAKE

When the sun was an,
Underwater bubble,
That came up for air,
Like a comet crashing to silver earth,
From blue-green sky,
And all the little schoolgirls walked by,
I was ready to go,
And breathe deep for a spell,
In order to forget,
While swimming in the ocean,
That I must rock myself to sleep at night.

SCA 1995

UNCONSCIOUS KNOWLEDGE

I know now that,
There must be ghosts at the beach!
Wouldn't you be?
Or ghosts in a milkshake.
Wouldn't you?

SCA 1994

FISH OF HEAVEN

I could have gone crazy monitoring my glancing at the sky.
I didn't notice searching out shooting stars,
I didn't notice giving up on them.
I stop and eat the raw fish,
Expectant of a gift, so eager to accept!
How handsome, experience!
How still, the sky!

SCA. 1994

SETTLING DOWN

Onto God's sweetness, the happy crying of my muscles.
Now resting, now in laughter am I.
Does not reality itself meditate on my flights of fancy?
It is strange, this difference from before.
Stranger to settle on what is the same.

SCA 1994

NARY TO TARRY

I fancy myself athlete celebrated.
Lo, here is desolation folded into ink night.
Onward, then,
But I act as if I am only at home.
Distance is my lover,
And endurance my gift.
Sweat is my mother,
And my blood, the hearth by which she sits.
The starry sky is my looking-glass image.

SCA 1994

NINE DOVES

Come, rager,
Step to the bottom rung,
Of your ladder,
Of blame.
Step to the earth in its antiquity of peace.
Dove on one breeze.
My feelings are this Ming Dynasty bowl,
Spattered with a million tiny droplets of blood.
You cannot see me coming.

SCA 1994

ON REBIRTH AS A GIRL'S VOICE

With my last moment's breath,

"Lord, please fill my request,
To come back again, once more.
And not animal, plant, or man...
But the voice-box...
of a girl."
Then golden flute turned in a swirl!
With next moment's passage, I hear,
Cries of infant loud and clear,
And it's a girl!
With boisterous dash and clatter,
This child pipes out all that matters,
And over time she grows,
To sing and talk and laugh,
Such delicious wine from her carafe.
"Wet your lips, my darling woman.
Here, through inflection, you quote Schumann.
Your sparkling spring doth win each day,
Flowing with the sweetest songs,
And cleverest things to say."
Milady's a maiden, sensitive to moment's notice,
But still pleasantly wise, just like an aged tortoise.
Now, at last, she's lived the full life of a lady,
She's called in blissful gaiety,
She's spoken in love, in spite, and in health,
She's sighed during throes of ecstatic self.
"Lord, this time was superb, I must declare,
Yet I've a thought as grey as her hair.
When it is milady's time to go,
May I be the crunching of the snow."

SCA 1994

DEAD LINES

thick black night-time
paler shade of day
how soon until
my bones dance, clattering?

SCA 1994

THE MEETING OF DECEASED SAILORS

We've walked the decks,
We've sailed the sea,
But now that's all for you and me.
We took a dive and missed a boat,
And now the shark has got my throat.
He took your leg, he took my toe,
And from the starboard, we did go.
Now we're gone. No, we're not there.
And the captain doesn't give a care.
And now we know what death is like.
We know for sure that it's not pike.
Rather, it's far worse than 'worse' can be,
If there is worse in Heaven, ya' see.

SCA 1980

IT IS ACCOMPLISHED

The wind is speaking, carrying dust,

Sketching out designs of counterpoint,
To Great Mystery's romantic melody.
The Sun splashes down broad, thick beams of heat,
Which pelt His body...
Pitiful, yet embracing infinity.

Below the cross,
Some blood has mingled with sand.
Hear I not the trumpet of Gabriel?
A stirring on His praying brow,
Reveals Jesus' transcendence into the Light!
It is accomplished!

SCA Revised, January 31, 2014

LETTER TO GOD

I will remember
A set of watercolors,
Brand new,
Like a coffin
Or a Christmas tree.
I wrote a letter to God.
It was the footprints of an ant
On the Kleenex at the box.
I expect He shall always remember it.
That is His nature.
But I might die...
Forgetting the set of watercolors,
Which was my original letter to God.

SCA 1994

THANKS TO MY MOTHER

Even if I rock and roll,
Even if I snooze,
Even when I make no sense,
My scattered mind I lose...

Even when I'm 'fraid to look,
Or don't like what I see,
Even if I need some help,
Loving 'you' and 'me'.

In times when I can't speak,
To tell you how I feel,
Let me tell you here and now,
Thanks for all your help, for real!

SCA May, 1998

SPIRIT'S QUESTION TO "VITTLES"

SPIRIT'S QUESTION TO "VITTLES," A TREE FROG RESIDENT OF THE MADAGASCAR RAINFOREST, AT THE POINT OF HIS TWILIGHT LULL IN RHYTHM, PRESENTLY

Hopping
               down
                         to this moment's lily,
young... tree...
frog... am
I.

How? Because.
Does it?
Yes,
It
Does!

Criminal in a man, stealthy

in...                 a...           cat,
   and in...
All the Wisdom's faces wild world 'round...
                                                    Laughing and laughing,
As the Kookaburra!

                     Feathers bright,
   Sun-splash sea, singing,
Singing,
And singing off key...
To...
SPITE...
the...                                     FLEA!

So, hey, j'etais,
Lord, sir, do you condemn me to death, asked the...
Cunning old fury?
This one was not typed at its birth, but...
Handwritten.
As I'm assigned, I know it be'd forbidden.
What is it here, that is hidden?
I tried this assigned
Exercise following procedures specified.
Use
COMPUTER.
POEM NO GO SO WELL, SENOR,
MAYBE TRY AGAIN
    RIGHT HERE.

But anyway, how would...
You...
Know...
I...
        Wrote...
                 This out...
                               By...
        Hand, first, then print, print, print.

        SO SNEAK A LEAP IN TULE'S
GASEOUS CREAM SCUM, BLOSSOM TO BLOSSOM
AT THE RISK OF BEING WILD AND DUMB
FIFTY-FOUR CARDS IN THE ORIGINAL PILE,
FLOWER POWER, YOU AND I, MAKE A LOVING SMILE,

                   JUMP...

   BACK...
AND PIVOT...
   FOR A...

BUG!

   HIM?
        CATCH...
                             I...
           CAN...       AND         ZAP...
HIM...
WITH...
                                    THE...
                    TIP...
                                 OF...
                                     MY...
                                           TONGUE!!

NO, MY, OH, MY, NO.
THERE 'E GOES!
SO HOW NOW, BUB, NOW HOW 'BOUT SOME PROSE?
SAID THE SPIRIT,
NOSE...
         TO...
              NOSE...
WITH "VITTLES," THE MADAGASCAR RAINFOREST TREE FROG...

SCA February 25, 2000

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

Craving your craftsmanship,
Sculpt it in ice,
For a banquet I'll never visit.
It would have been plenty,
A tribute to your dungeons.
You always were like cheesecake,
Simple, palatable universally,
(Except for kids,
But you impressed kids,)
Scrumptious, angels sighing,
Softer hammers further heard.
They love each other.

SCA 2000

SCRAP

All want to be happy
All try for bliss
All have listened closely
All have been remiss.

SCA 2004

WHY DO YA' DO ME LIKE YA' DO?

We went out last Saturday
You really went out of your way.
Now you won't even call at all
I'm stuck here at the mall.

Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?

(Blues)

SCA 2004

TELL ME SLOWLY

heart goes beat in mother's belly
grow to play on jungle gyms
approaching softly always kindly
warm and bright I'll take your words in
tell me slowly I understand

SCA Summer, 1998

MOOD SWING

Pendulum hitting in the high,
Swinging back, leaving me to cry,
Why, oh, why must I live,
Always having these, uh...
Mood swings.

When I make a happy day,
Finding just what jokes to say,
Someone still knocks me down,
Into another, uh...
Mood swing.

But then you were there, baby!
Stoppin' my heart,
From smackin' the walls of the clock, lady!
So I got a sweet, uh...
Mood swing.

Can't stop swinging, sweetie,
Though I'm a little more in control.
Wind me up a bit, honey,
And I can have another, uh...
Mood swing.

This kinda' love, you know,
Keeps the highs from smashing so low.
You're so wonderful to me, ya' know!
Why not set me free for another, uh...
Mood swing!

SCA 1986

MOCKINGBIRD

Yesterday, you just about blew my mind away.
Now I know, that it's hard for you to let it show.

If I were a mockingbird, I would sing you a song,
and I hope that you would sing along.

So it seems,
like this life could be made of dreams.

If I were a mockingbird, I would sing you a song,
and I hope that you would sing along.

I wish I knew how this love song ends.
I guess it all depends.

SCA 1989

DRAGONFLY

Blue Jasmine and I, flew down to the swings,
Sharing apricot wine, and drying our wings.
Drink dragon's blood, and I be true...
Dragonfly... high... over you.

I am hers, and she is mine,
Peach-flesh, cream, and apricot wine.
She soothes me as I sleep...
Dragonfly... high... over you.

I say, hey, yeah.
I say, lonely.
I say, hey, yeah.
And, I say, cry.
I say, hey, yeah,
I say, lonely.
I say, hey, yeah,
And, I say, cry!

Blue Jasmine, has taught me to see!
She spoke the truth, honey-suckling tea,
And sang a free lullaby,
Dragonfly... high... over you.

SCA 1989

NO FEAR OF THE PAIN

I never knew I could love you so much.
In learning to know the feel of your soul,
I find it's tender but bold, free but yet old,
As wise as the sea and enveloping me,
With its grasp, and its tugs,
Like one of your hugs.
I try to hold in what bursts from within,
With logic and searching for signs of a fall,
But near shore, the sharp edges of lime,
That have ripped up my heart time after time,
Flashing in my sight,
Through breaking surf and moonlight,
Can't force to mind enough fear of the pain,
To keep the golden-silk butterfly entangled in chains,
And not free to give, its reason to live.

SCA 1986

LULLABY FOR WEIR

Always, always, you will be mine.

Time, time, is our souls entwined.

Baby, baby, hush and do not cry.
Spirit, spirit, such a pretty pony!

The Moon is out and the Sun is in,
You can close your eyes.

Diamonds, diamonds,
Shining in your mind.

Rollin', rollin', for it's strollin' time.
If you've no goofy dust, I will give you mine.

Daybreak, daybreak, can you see a man?
Fiddling, fiddling, on a little travelin' tune.

Baby, baby, good morning, do not cry.
Spirit, spirit, what a dappled pony!

SCA August 17, 1995

SISTER

All alone without a sister,
Breaking shells like otters at sea.
Turn to find you're on your way here,
Sailin', sailin', home to me!

SCA 1994

ON AGAIN

So ya' spent a little time in the undertow
Now you're seein' all the people that you used to know
They asked you why you'd been so low
You said you didn't know, "Oh, I don't know."
With the curtains closed, no lonelier place
Dust on the rose, dust on your face.
But you're on again, even though she's gone again
And you're gonna' make it through
No matter what you do, 'cause you're on again.

You'd been lyin' around with twisted sheets,
She said she didn't like you're life of defeat.
She said, "All you do is play the music you write!
I try to live with you but money is tight."
Wake up alone and cold. Note on the pillow nearby.
"This is getting old. Goodbye forever, goodbye."
But you're on again, even though she's gone again
And it's okay, it's a brand new day
And you're on again.

And times like these in the undertow
Can bring you to your knees and wear away your glow
You gotta' get back up and dust yourself off
Take another step and then you're off!
Floating in waves of endless depression.
Rise above the pain, rise above the derision
But you're on again, even though she's gone again.
And you're gonna' make it through
No matter what you do, 'cause you're on again.
And it's okay, it's a brand new day
'Cause you're on again!

SCA April, 1987

BEBE, DON'TCHA KNOW

She brings me tea, she brings me coffee.
Her body tastes like peanut-butter toffee.
Got to tell that girl how much she mean.
Knowed that girl since the age of seventeen.

I'm not the kind of guy,
Who won't help a woman to know why.
I'm not the kind of man,
Who won't help a woman to understand.
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
That I've got this feeling for you!

Well, I've seen the light in my baby's eyes.
My love for her, I cannot disguise.
Got to tell that girl, I love her so.
Gotta' give that girl just a bit o' my soul.

I'm not the kind of fool,
Who loses a girl by playin' it too cool.
I'm not the kind of dude,
Who would get caught startin' up a feud.

Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
That I've got this feeling for you!

Like our creation. Harmonies in motion.
With a certain duration. My heartbeat's racin'.
From the smell of your flower,
I am in your power.
Moment's are humbling, you send me fumbling.

I'm not the kind of guy,
who won't help a woman to know why.
I'm not the kind of man,
Who won't help a woman to understand.
I'm not the kind of fool,
Who loses a girl by playin' it too cool.
I'm not the kind of dude,
Who would get caught startin' up a feud.
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
That I've GOT THIS FEELING FOR YOU!!

SCA June 1994

NO USE IN CRYIN' (OVER SPILLED MILK)

As you threw the Cheerios,
I noticed you were serious,
As you threw the Cheerios,
And started to cry.
You asked was I delirious.
You were just furious.
I was only curious
To know why.

Was it the way I had my socks balled up
When I handed you the laundry?
Was it the way I,
Looked up at you and smiled?

I said, "There's no use in cryin' anymore!
There's no use in cryin' anymore!
There's no use in cryin' anytime!
Spilled milk, you'll always be mine."

You start to clean up the cereal you'd thrown.
I don't help, and say to you, "Reap as you sow, uh?"
I look inside the refrigerator and close the door.
I tell you, "I found out there's no milk left. It's all on the floor."

You say, "There's no use in cryin'. I'll go get some more."
Then you threw 'way the towels and marched right out the door.
You've failed to return home. It's been over a week.
And right now the kitchen is starting to reek. Eureka!
I left my heart and the bowl just the way they broke,
Now I'm out on the porch havin' a smoke.

Was it the way I had my socks balled up?
When I handed you the laundry?
Was it the way I,
Looked up at you and smiled?

There's no use in cryin' anymore!
I say there's no use in cryin' anymore!
There's no use in cryin' anytime!
Spilled milk, you'll always be mine!

BUBBA'S CAFE

Who I really love is you,
As I love green and blue.
Now, I'm having some the,
And these are the facts...
at...
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe.

Now you have gone on your own way.
With or without you I face my own day.
Sweet sister, you really sailed away!
And these are the facts...
at...
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe.

Cherishing you was best for me.
You had someone else I could see.
I guess you really needed to be free!
Now there's nothin' left to do but buy some tea...
at...
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe.

I would've preferred " 'til death do us part."
But you had other things on your chart.
I dreamt only of you dusk to dawn!
Now there's nothin' left to do but write this song...
at...
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe!

SCA June, 1994

MR. BUSDRIVER

Mr. Busdriver, can you take me home?

My blood's been boilin', and I'm broken down.
It won't be long, it won't be long...
Sweet things cookin' and a phone.

Mr. Busdriver, can you take me home?
If it wasn't for Mother Mary, I'd be all alone.
It won't be long, it won't be long...
Prayin', prayin' down to the bone.

Mr. Busdriver, I'm on the road again.
These troubles would have killed the likes of weaker men.
It won't be long, it won't be long...
Sweet things cookin' and some bones.

SCA SUMMER, 1995

POEM TO A FEMALE PSYCH TECH

I laugh at your four-leaf clover skyscraper

With my bubble gum balls in storage

All the while, candles leaping elsewhere
I know by God they were

Some sugar-powdered French toast
And tangy guava colorings, sky

Run back this way some, sister
Stick-shifter, and rum

A piece of wax dotting brass
Like electronic blood on angels

SCA January 14, 1998

LOVE POEM FOR MARY JANE C.

When the dust is scattered... around the planets,
By a master artist... infinitely talented,
And the temperature... holds everything so tightly,
That the brightest stars aflame... cannot awaken us,
When the vastness forgets to echo back to itself... because it is so grand,
I'll still be with you... with nothing to do.

SCA 1995

BY THE LIGHT OF THE TOOTH FAIRY

You lifted this rock for grubs and scorpions,
While the desert melted on us, our minds folding like fans.
Did you catch a sight of our choked, swampy love?
So real!
The muck underfoot, it holds God knows what, eh?
Maybe it's God's casserole, eh?
It's so thick,
Like milk when I add too much chocolate powder,
Which is actually a D.I.Y. delicacy in my book.
I can make the chocolate pop out dry,
When I wait, tipping my glass of milk,
Letting the liquid roll back off the chocolate dune below.
So, I left you at your house, then,
Where we'd flown our peace-dove flags,
And made our salutes and cheers,
And signed our little treaties of easy brotherhood.
And I know you currently sprint inside of a beer bottle,
While I can't resist clocking your time.
I like how we go skipping across broken records,
One angel dangling from another.

SCA 2000

HAD TO CLEAR THESE LITTLE CHAKRAS

Saw the mice looking twice as nice,

As the day they moved away,
Wearing hats, gloves, and stockings,
After back rubs and unblockings...
Of their little micey chakras.
Had to clear those little chakras.

What pathetic scenes had we,
These three girl-mice and me.
We tensely rode the escalator,
We hid behind the 'frigerator.

With our faces shaken and disturbed,
We hopelessly yelled at the absurd.
We had to clear our little chakras!
We had to clear our little chakras!

So incredibly obscured were our centers!
How far removed we were from being tender!
How sketchy was our resolution,
And how ambivalent was our conclusion,
To unblock our little chakras!

We had to clear our little chakras!
Had to clear these little chakras!
Had to clear these little chakras!
We had to clear our little chakras!

SCA 1994

A THANKSGIVING POEM

Your candle-lit saucy lips,
And your turkey-leg grin,
Are warm-colored in this Autumn,
Blessing blessing!

I sense the gravy,
My thoughts in a mash.
Stuffing my feelings,
I drank your whine.

Heed the past, you say,
But remain mindful of the future,
And ladle in the moments, cherishingly,
Because the soup of your life,
May always, eventually,
Expose the bottom of the bowl!

SCA 2004

DANCE A DANCE AROUND THE SUN

Dance a dance around the Sun

Behold the cunning Absolute, the One,
All immense, yet a singularity,

L uscious,
O rder,
R olling,
D elicately.

This Lord born...
From exceeding Nothingness,
There thrust a Fire Manifest,
A primordial sentience,
Experiencing intelligence,
Grew from chaos to dimension;
Creation solidifies intention,
Bearing Eternity, the Infinite,
Unfolding moment after minute,
Letting Love reign so gloriously,
Over all and over me,
Whole like One Great Absolute,
One Mighty King, One Magic Flute,
That plays and plays and plays,
And days and days and days go by,
But it's all in the eye,
Of a storm that I form in my mind,
When I think of the way that,
Amazingly graceful maneuvers move me.
Perhaps it would behoove me to pray.
Yes, behold the cunning Absolutely!
Steadily raining the Law-rain, unwearyingly!
Blessed is the Manifest!
Flesh, mind, entwined in fixed design.
It's a beaut, no Spirit is as fine.
Ours to trust, down to the dust, each particle sublime,
And only you'z,
Standin' in your shoes,
And gifted with your mind,
So breathe a breath,
And die the death,
We each, one day, will find.
Behold the cunning Absolute, the One!
Dance a dance around the Sun!
And celebrate successes today.
You are on your pathway!

SCA 1998

NOONER HORROR

And still, the horror in your speech
Encircles me, surrounds this place.
Wishing upon freedom from trouble
My heart leaps. I see rain
On windows of a bus, I'm
Within, watching my feelings.
Afar away, and above, Christ observes
The poison mineral scattering
From your harried, tattered innocence.
And this spirit, elusive past you, uncannily cunning,
Resounds across my shoulder,
Already was behind me and beneath me
and before I arrived and below, this force.
This force, escapes, escaping unconquered,
Still at large and hard at work out of sight
With, most certainly, the upper hand somewhere
Held high and mighty
And we have been, indeed, its playthings all along
And still nobody is moving
Relentless, everyone listening
Hark, doom, lo, is nigh!

SCA 2005

PLUMB HUMBLE

Askance and all along
The All along, and
The whole time,
Searching,
For an Earth limit,
To square at,
and humble by.
Plumb humble, though effacing,
and I've honor with self-loathing.
Gambler calculates a risk,
When he sees one. Hum.
Mephistopholes again,
And again, and again,
And again!
Hey, there, stick-shifter?!
Rum, Swiffer, Gin?
Until my horse draws,
Over to the water's edge,
Don't tell the clock at all
That the watch began!

SCA March 15, 2010

YOU WERE CHIPPER IN YOUR SLEEP

I could not really sleep,

And I was thinking about myself,
Like sex and candy,
And how I had changed a thing, or two,
Which made me think of you,
As my head was on the pillow,
And, accidentally, I thought I heard you chipper in your dreams. Granted, I can blow some smoke.
Granted, I might not be so pretty.
Granted, after losing 28 pounds this year, I added 8 back.
And granted, you already have a boyfriend,
Which, despite myself, is a fact that does not shake away,
No matter how outlandishly I push the envelope,
And think there's no accounting for taste.
But, as my head was on the pillow,
I thought I accidentally heard you,
Chipper in your dreams. Kind of a "chatty Cathy" in a way,
With a rapidity in your speech,
Arriving from liberty of tongue,
All the while perfectly valid commentary,
It certainly seemed to me!
But I was worried that the vertices,
Of my disappointment in self,
Of my ego embarrassment, as it were,
Would rattle you awake.
But then it was practically like a Christ thing,
You signaling and enunciating for me to relax.
And I was super-impressed, just like in a waking day!
I remember how you smooth my furrowed brow,
When I am afraid I'm busted,
Having been too much cuddle lust, and puppy piddle,
And you were chipper in your sleep.
Even though I thought I woke you in the end,
You were chipper in your sleep.
And so I had to tell you,
Not because you haven't heard enough of my tales,
But just in case you might forget,
That I think of you as...chipper... in your sleep!

SCA December 4, 2010

WHAT MOTHERHOOD MUST BE LIKE

Motherhood must be
like the stretching of a tree
yet unsure as leaves toward heaven
especially when you begin.

Motherhood must be
what makes the Goddess mighty
She supervises Her children
in tempestuous rain and wind.

Motherhood must be
like a never-ending story
seeking to craft a home with care
when, if not you, no one would be there.

How strong and light you truly are
Thank God they hitched my wagon to your star
Because as I ran amok, blind, deaf, and dumb
you still didn't give up on my bum.

Thanks! Happy Mother's Day!!

SCA 2000

THE MORNING AFTER

The morning after...
Alone, alone,
I was still alive.

Thoughts of the day before,
Tasted syrupy-sweet,
On my dream-drenched brow, now parched.

Sobriety, alike to whiskey burning,
Admonished yesterday,
And wobbled out,
Into a new today.

SCA January 17, 1999

HOW HIGH THE HOLY TEMPLE?!

Climb into the sky,
but only with your heart.
All will be revealed,
as finished at the start.

We gonna' rise up, and gather, singin'
Break through, the stars are ringin',
All one, the angels wingin',
We gonna' rise up and gather, singin'!
How high is the holy temple?
How high is the holy temple?

Porcelain steeple, blood pumping thick.
The height of this one, a bio-chemical trick.
Walls rest, in the shadow, of matter on thought.
No lesson there is, not already taught.

A thorn bush yields crown, of true bone,
Which merrily goes, around my head.
My tender heart is worn and torn,
But I can see a crack in the sun, oh Ascending Ones,
And all the dust is dancing!
And all the dust is dancing!

How high?!
How high?!
How high is the holy temple?!

How high?!
How high?!
How high is the holy temple?!

SCA 1995

WINGS

Wings that rustle like a bristle cone pine,
Take me away,
Take me away.

Wings that soar as the wind,
Yet open like a flower,
Take me away.
.
Wistfully and gracefully,
Like the flow of running water,
Come to me and hear me say...

Take me away,
Take me away,
Take me away.

SCA 1979

BRIGHT MOTHER

Talking to you, I am a sailing, dying star.
I am no pilot to this flight in all your vastness.
Seeing you, I am surf across rocks,
Sprinkled chaotically, bearing litter of ocean.

Knowing you, I breathe through a veil.
Am I plant or animal? What could be here?
What space, within?
Your eyes are shining suns,
Surrounded moons by dancers.

Awakening with thoughts of you,
I splash my boots in a puddle!
My legs are sore and wiry.
I danced all night in you.
I gnaw on the rock salt with all of my teeth missing.

SCA 1994