Monday Night (28 August 1995)

Wired on chocolate, de-cafe and chat

Stripped raw after two days on a cushion, sitting, breathing

Aware of my quirks

Seeing myself in action

Watching men, lusting after men

Dulled from the lack of a hot connection

Where to put this energy

Hot and sweaty on a Monday night.

-- Larry Wolf (1995)

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Two Poems for Jim (12 August 1995)

(1)

One breath

Haltingly continuing for days

Moments alive, fragile, transparent

No room for illusion

Each tick of time measures the infinite

Worlds expand in the stillness and collapse

Repetition numbs

Polishes features with constant drumming

Reflects the subtle flicker

Life dances across the surface

My own breath remains

The silence roars with the missing echo

Change irreversible

At the pivot, no words

(2)

In the silence

A grand pirouette

Draws in the audience

Sucks diversion from their minds

And holds them

Suspended beyond time.

-- Larry Wolf (1995)

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The Language of Life (9 August 1995)

There is much for

humanity to learn about

every one of us.

Little children

are just as aware of the struggle to form word from sense --

no one who lives is not a poet.

Granted, some feel more

urgently

all the rhythms of life in a

glorious ramble of rhymes

everlasting.

Our own voice, unique,

flows with a pattern reflecting private thoughts.

Luminous

inquisitive

frivolous fabulous --

every one of us.

-- Larry Wolf (1995)

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Easy to Connect (19 June 1995)

It's been so long

since it was easy to connect

since it was fun to connect

The fear isn't AIDS

Intimacy is a 'nother kind of death

It's raw emotions

It's climax and tears

and hopes and fears

The illusion of peace

and the certainty of never being the same again.

Spinning a web to tie down the moment

Breaking free to be in the moment.

One small contact point is all it takes

to ground my self and soar.

-- Larry Wolf (1995)

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Early Spring (12/20 March 1995)

Sipping coffee,

warm sun at my back.

A slave to its highs and lows

not willing to sleep away the afternoon

I suck on a brew of caffeine.

It would be scary

to actually make friends with myself

to slow and see

my own mind

one breath at a time.

Watching ducks fly above the ponds

realizing how long it takes

for the patterns of life to come clear

Am I lost enough to find my way?

-- Larry Wolf (1995)

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Dinner with Pete (11 February 1995)

Relax

Share

Trust

Study

Encourage (reasonable) chaos

Know yourself

-- Larry Wolf (1995)

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Pittsburgh Airport (24 November 1994)

A man

sleeping on his side

hands pulled up to his face,

knees slightly bent

his

back

side

toward

me.

Ass

curves

accentuated

by the worn denim

of his jeans.

His breath

slowly

expands & contracts his chest,

gently rocking his hips.

Leather jacket folded

under his head

nestled in the animal scent of

his body,

absorbed in the soft hide.

Fingers curled

in an open fist.

White line of T-shirt

along the nape of his neck

touching the base of his skull

meeting the line of his (short) hair cut

Beyond the glass,

the sun glints off a passing plane.

Sleeping beauty has awakened

and left his bed of chairs

empty

save for the sun

& the shadows

that have taken his place.

-- Larry Wolf (1994)

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