Wonder
Where it's going.
Wonder
Where it's been.

My sweet,
65 Ambassador,
Airstream.

Wonder
Who it's met.
Wonder
What it's seen.

My sweet,
65 Ambassador,
Airstream.

Wonder
About adventures.
Wonder
Like a teen.

My sweet,
65 Ambassador,
Airstream.


1965 Ambassador Airstream. Malibu, CA

A sight,
Like this,
I'd never seen:
A sweet little,
Green,
War machine.

Did it do
Battle?
Where's it been?
This ride fit,
for Steve McQueen.

Motorcycle with side car. Malibu, CA

A friend:
Someone very dear.

Always 'round,
To lend you an ear.


Gigi. Palm Springs, CA

Canine Couture in Palm Springs,
With licks.

The Supercharger on my Yukon,
Needin' a fix.

An unexpected stay in yet another,
Motel 6.

Gettin' ready to hit Route 66 just,
For kicks.

Chiclet. Palm Springs, CA

On my travels,
Near or far,

In a campground,
At a bar.

On a mountaintop,
In my car.

Under a moon,
Under a star,

Call or e-mail,
I got Cingular.

Cingular bag. Buelton, CA

Fluffy vertebrae,
A spine,
In the sky.
What remained,
After the plane,
flew by.

A gaseous
Message?
A cumulous dream?
Or just,
A really, silly,
Jet-stream?

Jet-stream in sky. Malibu, CA

[A special thanks to my friend
Susan who pointed out that
the clouds above looked like spines.]

Like a duck on the lake,
Do we make a spiritual wake?
Highlighting each triumph,
Exposing every little mistake.

Do we reveal who we are,
With each choice we make?
For all to see and judge,
No matter what's at stake.

I certainly don't know,
An answer I won't fake.
I think I'll go have,
Some chocolate cake.


Duck and wake. Malibu, CA

Thru the desert,
We did zoom.
Came upon,
A March bloom.

Left behind,
A Big Sur dune,
Heading for,
A Vegas room.

Orchard in bloom. Somewhere on 46 EAST, CA

Sometimes I wanna
Stand out,
Sometimes blend.

Sometimes I wanna
Break rules,
Sometimes bend.

Sometimes I wanna
Be alone,
Sometimes with a friend.

Sometimes I wanna
Have an ear,
Sometimes lend.

Sometimes I wanna
Receive love,
Sometimes send.

Sometimes I wanna
Keep writing.
Sometimes end.

Bird on stones. Morro Bay, CA

Deeply humbled,
I did feel.

Standing next,
To this seal.

Basking seal. San Simeon, CA

Two paddle-tennis players,
A crackhead,
Three homeless dudes,
And a river runs through it.

Another early morning
In Venice,
At the courts,
Filled with Love-30 and shit.

Paddle tennis court. Venice, CA

Not just our mother,
She was our Queen.
Our sweet, sweet,
Caroline Jean.

A year ago she left us,
Slipped away, serene.
Safely in heaven,
With angels she's been.

We miss her laughter,
Shoulder to lean,
Perogies, fried onions,
And sour cream.

Life's different,
Not how it's ever been.
Without our friend,
Mother and Queen.

Caroline Jean Eamer. July 24, 1934 - March 12, 2005

Redneck Barbie
comes with,
An F150 Ford Truck,
Two packs of smokes,
Lucky penny,
And a red-headed fuck.

Barbie and Friend. Marina Del Ray, CA

Their official name
Not Gekko,
But Gekkonidae.

Here's a photo
I took of one,
Just the other day.

Gekko on the rocks. Malibu, CA

On the
Sunroof,
Of my
Yukon,
New.
Sit
Angel tears.
Above them,
Sky,
Blue.

Raindrops on sunroof. Venice, CA

Guilty as charged!
Some of my poems
Are quite mushy.

Not this one dear friends.
This one's called,
Tree with bald pussy.

Tree trunk. Malibu, CA

Gnarly knots?
Or eyes of whales?
Whispering magical,
Mystical tales.

When we lose,
Do we fail?
Or is it simply victory,
Draped with a veil?

Fallen tree limb. Malibu, CA

Thoughts coiffed.
Feelings waft.
Brain soft.
Zoloft.
Oft.
Ft.
T.

Zoloft on pavement. Marina Del Ray, CA

Hollywood Life.
Vince,
Doing Brad's ex-wife.
OJ's bloody,
knife.
Snorting, cavorting, aborting,
Rife.
Blowing snow or blowing,
Fife.
Ain't it swell,
Hollywood Life?

Hollywood Life magazine. Venice, CA

To be a
Poet,
I do not claim.
Scribbling
Rhymes,
Without shame.
So please,
Do not
Blame or complain.
As I operate
With a bird-sized brain,
And am
Quite,
Certifiably insane.

Cockatoo. Sierra Madre, CA