Poems For Today - April 12

SPARKLING BERNICE


Shining blue deep sky
hills,
birds,
old high trees,
old living silence on the wind
surrounding us,
and then, like in the fairy tales
she arrives,
wrapping up all of us
with her tender regard
with genuine interest
Each one of us,
our inner life,
our dreams,
what we are
and where we are going,
smiling and sparkling
with childhood mischievousness
the wise shaman
sitting on top of the mountain of life
welcomes all of us,
embracing each one by one,
offering
inexhaustable love
for human kind

Smiling and sparkling,
opening the poetic path,
the inner, real one
to our hearts,

Aunt Bernice,
our aunt,
my new old friend
stands up.


Isaias Nobel
Santa Cruz, en la maniana del jueves 10 de abril de 2008.


101 SOUTH THROUGH SANTA BARBARA

Off shore oil
Three heads on a hill looking back at
swathes of yellow flowers
We are inside the post industrial highway
spewing oil around us
like a sun burst artery
on El Camino Real
Barbara is an odd name for a saint
And we're beginning a freeway that just ended
Whats up with that?
America is becoming hard and brittle


Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)
4/11/08


Tall Giacometti Palms
Historical Luminous is very tired
as we pass Krishnamurti's Ojai town
Through La Conchita mussle shoals

We called it the flame of attention
which begged us not to let it go out
on the Ventura highway

But now we are more concerned with
the quality of that attention
as if the palm trees were trying
to lift the parking lot into the sky


Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)
4/11/08



City of Expressways
surrounded on all sides
buy the new cars inside LA

Sepulveda vienen y los carros
son lleno de grande casas y estoy no boy
anymore

Avenue of the stars and more cars
we were cut off by a big black convrtible mercedes
As bodies hung from the street lights
drivers oblivious

And you've been holding out
I'll give it to you

Monica is another odd name
for a saint.


Kurt and Ken (Mobile Poem)
4/11/08


Tonight Saint Diego is feeding us
So we can read for them tomorrow
without sorrow or regret
I'll bet

In fact I'm throwing out
All my expectations and speculations
On my own
Before Ken even told me it
was the right thing to do!

I can't tell him how kind
the traffice is acting this evening
Its a surprise party on the 405
And Jeanie is out of the airport
And on the bus

Car culture rules
with an iron fist

Bless the bus


Kurt (Mobile Poem)
4/11/08