Things That Thrill Me

dedicated to Peter Coyote Hayes and his woman Amy

Sunny walks through damp Willamette Valley woods,
athletic stilletoed strippers stroking their lush goods,
the way some human brains survive hellish anarchy
and emerge capable of action and creativity

knowing my poetry may be recited across the globe,
seeing African girls' asses sway by light of strobe,
ferociously chasing down balls on the tennis green,
the struggle and victory of conceiving a daring plan,
sharing something valuable with a good man

feeling the spider-web illusions of depression fade into nothingness,
that lewd, divine feeling of orgasmic bliss,
the music of John Gorka and Donovan,
stealing from the rich(such a blessed sin)
seeking happiness by looking deep within

singing
bellowing to midnight streets on LSD
seeing my thriving half-Puerto Rican son merrily feast on hot chocolate
tangerines
medium-rare filet mignon doused in steak sauce
"Robbin Da Hood" by Sublime
choosing whether to rhyme

swimming in the Hawaiian sea
mundane epiphanies
knowing this world abounds with !!!love!!! and possibility