American Sentence #18

Passing through Duluth I see Dylan fishing from desolation row.

American Sentence #17

Ginsberg: one part con, one part marketing genius, and one part poet.

Haiku: Bob Dylan

wanted to be bob
dylan growing up singing
like a rolling stone

Bob Dylan: Like A Rolling Stone

Haiku Island Love Sonnet

stealing island sex
hidden behind the ferns
and the rare hibiscus

our hemp hammock swings
between two curved coco palms
short steps from the sand

the blue water breeze
caresses us like magic silk
pulled over naked

strangers locked into
a single rhythm of wind
love and gentle waves

I remember you
were as lonely as I

Falling into a Beach Hammock 90 Minutes from Montego Bay

bouncing
congo bongo drums
float to the horizon
and ride
gentle waves

splash back against the
bob marley marathon
three versions of
natty dread
in one hour
rides the reggae
sunset of wailer
wannabes

redstripe rasta mon
shuffle dances
head bobbing
through
ganga smoke
choppy
guitar
chords
dread locks silhouette
against a 1973
sun sinking behind
clouds and sea
we pass a spliff
hold communion
for Haile
Selassie

Looking for a Spliff Sunset After Natty Dread

bouncing conga drums
redstripe ganga mon dances
dread locks silhouette

Bob Marley sings Natty Dread

This is the first post of the Jamaican Trilogy. It should set the mood.
This will be followed by a haiku and then a free verse poem based on the haiku.

American Sentence #16

Something came out of the woods and ate the heads off our chickens—Ozzy?

Missouri State Hospital

one too many
rabbit holes
landed you here
confined
in your mind
your memory
frag
mented
talks to the
dormouse
on alternate days

sometimes
you reach for
doors
no keys
no handles

mirrors
shatter
reflecting
a sequel