Uncle Mike's Seaside Snippets
Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo
Haiku, Brief Free Verse, Photos, Couplets, Waka
Tersets, Concrete Poems, Quartets, Senryu
blooms of Spring
flanked by evergreens—
sunshine on stones
Do the pines daydream?
feeding logs
into the flames
The Surf Swallowed
All in its Way—
Night and Day!
the sea
smashed on the shore—
drifting thoughts
grains of sand
on Grayland's strand—
needles on pines
cells in my hand
moving the sand—
raindrops washing the sea
rocks of the jetty
slick and cold—
black rockfish
gather below
pumps watering
red cranberry fields—
wind turbines
often spinning
Splitting dry kindling,
damp November day—
wind chimes tinkling
birds gather on the mud—
low tide
at noon
broken razor clam shells
scattered around—
drunken men laughing
moonrise—
the dark night of a soul
lifts
walking over
fallen leaves—
a moonlit path
dawn—
every leaf drips
backlit by fog
You shared the spark,
You fanned the flame,
You fed the fires,
You passed the Names.
For all those known and
For all those unnamed,
We raise this toast
With thanks this day.
wild animals are wily—
staying alive
rules our lives
dry sand
wet sand—
low tide at noon
Foggy all morning—
a raven breakfasts
on red roadkill
Gleaming gas pumps
In the fluorescent night,
Slaves of the Almighty Dollar,
Pouring hot octanes
Into the bellies of Chevies.
Ding! Ding! Gallons go down.
Wallets open and fold.
Acid fogs melt steel belted moons.
Headlights come and go, flashing
By the drying Lakes of Petro.
A Dead End ahead, everywhere,
For us, for OPEC, for Fords.
jet lights high in the sky—
the moon over
black soft surf
Cut fir logs
stacked two stories high—
screeching mill saws....
Stoned silly
on strong sativa—
Doors of Deceptions
If you understand, things are changing;
If you don't understand, things are changing.
Buzzards circling
higher and higher—
bright sky.
driftwood floats by
at high tide—
boats hide
Salmon drying
in the smoker—
caviar on a cracker.
Swordfish
sizzles fast on the grill—
lemon drops.
oyster shooters
tingle my tongue—
cannabis buzzes her brain
"Dirty old man"
says she, with a wry frown;
slipping her panties down.
our lips smack
separating
our fantasies
secent of her flowers
woozy
kissing her knee
ruckus on
damp sheets all askew—
panting face to face
trembling together
we explode!!
groaning ....
Floating upstream past Time
Ticking counter clockwise,
Repeating carnal fantasies—
Rumbling surf got louder,
I fell asleep.
graveyard gate
closed—
dense fog
Live long enough,
and the losses pile up,
Till you're tossed away
like an old cracked cup,
All stained and worm,
dulled by time,
Useless, leaking,
not worth a dime.
Egoless, your flesh falls away,
a skeleton
Lost in Nirvana; lights out,
all done.
Then, the Skeleton Woman
drinks your dry tears,
Drums your still heart,
and sings away fears,
Slips under the quilts
and gives Love a Whirl;
Spinning, twirling,
your reborn as a Girl.
Forget yourself,
crack the cup on the floor,
Speak in a new voice,
the past is no more.
somehow, someway
everyone
gets eaten up someday
running out of time
for catching up
with the future
now
my mind grinds
my times
into memories
Shadows from a slice of moonshine
Ripple down the sagging grape vines
Unburdened of their sweet red sex,
Withered, distorted, grotesquely bent.
Yet they live on, now as I:
Mouthfuls of dried raisins turned to chyme,
Reborn as muscles, eyes, and Mind.
To dance at the still point
Of the Time beyond time,
Beyond pasts, within futures,
this Moment
Now and forever, beyond minds.
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Green Way Research Subject Index
Michael Peter Garofalo in the Spring of 2020
Home, Vancouver, Washington, USA
All text, photos, graphics, and webpage coding by Mike Garofalo
First posted online on June 1, 2022.
Last updated on June 2, 2022.
Photo Locations:
Coastal Southwest Washington, USA
Coastal Northwest Oregon, USA
From: Four Days in Grayland
Filename Title: Uncle Mike's Seaside Snippets
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