Fired from a job as a Cashier for a Healthfood Store for lack of ambition and speed (early poem)
There is no blame; they did the right thing.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t lie . . .

Customers thinking themselves in a hurry,
but there is nowhere to go,
no reason to hurry . . .

Still, others see things differently
even though I know better
Failure hangs on me
like a cold wet T-shirt.

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 30 May 2005


Almost Perfect (early poem)
She was Perfect,
Except for the Pimple,
On her Ass.

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 29 May 2005


Rich Man (early poem)
Two dollars
no longer in debt

a rich man writes
this poem

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 29 May 2005


For Margot: there is no other way to dance (early poem)
She said, “I don’t think we should dance this way . . .”

Hip to hip,
pelvis to pelvis,
lip to lip,
Grinding ‘Love sick blues’
bodies caressing drunk with no hindrance

somehow
loving each other
despite the chaos
or because of it . . .

“I really shouldn’t go home with you tonight . . .”
“. . . but I really like to dance this way . . .”

All I know is
there is no other way to dance.

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 28 May 2005


The pretty Lady by the pool (early poem)
Her lovely body curled . . .

Head hanging . . .
delicate . . .
cheek to knee . . .

She is so Sexy
as she digs for dirt
under her toenails.

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 28 May 2005


Breakfast (early poem)
Welcome in her chamber at night
In the morning apples in the porridge

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 28 May 2005


Haiku for Sarah (early poem)
Listening to bird songs . . .
thinking only of spring snow,
and melting inside you.

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 28 May 2005


For Sarah (early poem)
Woman,
you are as Sky!

I sit
Quiet in Bottomless night
No longer a cloud.

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 27 May 2005


Good Clean Fun . . . With Claudia (early poem)
In a Brooklyn New Yawk bathtub
Me . . . water . . . soap . . . Claudia . . .

Tender body glistening . . .
Long legs . . . inviting . . .
Cheeks . . . red . . . fiery . . . hot . . .

Eyes closed . . . moaning . . . pleasure . . . inside . . .

Joyful at my participation
I can do nothing . . .
But wonder . . . at this . . .

. . . Ecstasy.

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 26 May 2005


Retreat (early poem)
Retreat hut window
defines empty sky

Birds sing the evening song
Many birds,
each with their own song

Now it is dark
and the birds are silent

A dog barks in the valley

Copyright 2005 Buddha Bomb
posted: 26 May 2005


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