THREE QUARTER MOON  (6-3-90, San Diego, California)

 
     three quarter  
moon  
     almost full circle  
of feeling  
     up the street  
dirty feet  
     on cool concrete  
think maybe  
     i ll escape  
later tonight  
     for a little while  
at least  
     play my vice  
on a sunday night  
     though it still  
dont seem  
     quite right  
somehow  
     just scheming  
to get out  
     i guess  
but then again  
     im not one  
to turn my  
     back on  
not to walk  
     away from  
the luminous  
     free advice  
of a not quite  
     full just yet  
but nonetheless  
     still swelling  
three quarter  
     moon  
all aglow
     even though  
i know  i know  
     im only  
daydreaming  
     here  
outloud again  
 
three quarter moon  
     blemished  
in shadows  
     my mind  
reassured  
      in its own  
mottled doubts  
     adrift in this  
lost paradise  
     found here  
in my hammock  
     trapped  
somewhere between  
     my mortal fears  
and waning  
     desperate hopes  
or is it more  
     only a desperate  
paralysis of sorts  
     of will perhaps  
wherein im  
     bound up  
like weak prey  
     caught in  
some vague  
     subliminal panic  
though comfortably  
     so for now  
seems a rather  
     strangely ironic  
place to be  
     while feeling just  
a little overly  
     wistful i guess  
from listening to  
     the ringing strings  
of a singing  
     celtic harp  
playing in  
     the background  
from a stereo  
     inside the house  
dreamily entranced  
     out here  still  
pleasantly adrift  
     in its sweet music  
i hear delicately  
     falling like  
soft  gentle rain  
     through the  
peaceful  reflective  
     external stillness  
of this three quarter  
     moon lit  
late afternoon sky  
     yet somehow  
it seems  
     to also be stirring  
up some other  
     much more subtle  
either suppressed  
     or long forgotten  
though still lingering  
     distant  deeper  
inner sadness
     retriggered  
melancholy within  
     which leaves me  
to only wonder  
     here now  
yet again  
     just what  
three quarters  
     of me  
also blemished  
     in my own  
hidden shadows  
     of conflicted  
truths and doubts  
     is also truly  
all about  
 
for i suspect  
     that ounce  
for ounce  
     theres little  
cheese in the  
     actual moon  
just tons  
     of myths  
and fractured bits  
     of falling tune  
where distal  
     memories perk  
and perculate  
     on ghostly tones  
and airy notes  
     but not nearly  
as clear or strong  
     as the ringing  
tidal pull  
     of this other  
deeper  ancient song  
     i both feel  
and hear  
     from this  
ascending  
     three quarter  
moon above  
     sailing clean  
as a boat  
     of light  
slowly arcing white  
     across deep  
blue blue black  
     sea of sky  
high beyond  
     the black  
lined scale  
     of all these  
telephone  
     and electrical  
wires above  
     lines so full  
of countless words  
     yet not even  
a whisper  
     can be heard  
to interfere  
     with this  
late evenings  
     emberred sky  
now all aglow  
     everywhere here  
around me  
 
three quarter  
     moonlight  
in my eyes  
     rising higher  
silently drawing  
     in night  
ever nearer still  
     arcing further  
overhead  
     soon to be  
just out of sight  
     meanwhile  
though  still  
     fills my eyes  
ascending higher  
     in its continuously  
orbiting path  
    as i watch time  
pass slowly by  
    pulled right along  
here with it  
     like a fallen leaf  
upon a flowing stream  
     drifting gently away  
along with these  
     trance like raindrops  
of sweet music  
     still so tenderly  
falling all around  
     amidst it all  
throughout  
     the mystical  
harmonic synergy  
     of this spontaneous  
daydream  
      which so suddenly  
came upon me  
     opening my senses  
and muses floodgates  
     perhaps a bit  
too widely  but not  
     to all this  
late afternoons  
     moonshines  
three quartered  
     passings  
inner reflections  
     here  
 
whose visible ripples  
     will soon enough  
all fade away  
     but their resonant  
echoes will stay  
     as my hearts  
quickened attunement  
     moves more  
deeply inside  
     still listening  
within  to the  
     intoxicating  
lunar tides  
     of a lonesome  
bagpipes ghostly  
     yearning cries  
and the still  
     softly falling tears  
of a celtic harps  
     soothing rain  
as three quarter moon  
     now slips quietly  
out of sight  
      just behind  
and beyond  
     my rooftops  
overhang    
     where i too  
later tonight  
     way down here  
below  
     will also begin  
to slowly slip away  
     just another  
fallen leaf  
     afloat upon this  
flowing stream  
     of life here  
as i know it  
     drifting off  
through change  
     and time  
into this timeless  
    coming night  
which soon enough  
     will spread its  
somatic  coal black  
     wings  across  
throughout  
     the boundless  
wake  
     cut so deep  
laid wide open  
     by around  
and from  
     the silent  
slowly arcing path  
     of three quarter  
moons  
     wondrous    
illumined  
     journey here  
even now begun  
    its subtle  silent  
swallowing of me
     taking me
like some  
     consciously driven
bio illumined
     awareness expanding
deep  hypnotic  
     experiential  
drug    
     where i will  
always completely  
     surrender  
to her primal  
     mystical call  
to slip away  
     with her  
like a fallen leaf  
     upon her  
cyclic  flowing  
     stream  
into the deeper  
     ever waiting sea  
of great mysterys  
     eternal  ineffable  
dream  
     throughout  
my openly
     flowing  
life