Listening to Delilah After Dark. Again?

I too need the pablum of sweet Christian nonsense

again

before it was happy
it is a memory of pain that sends a bittersweet hallelujah through my nostrils down past my pallets further south to tickle my larynx breaking down in my lungs filling my epigastrium with uncontrollable actually torturous spasms of violent laughter ending in fabled tears

I don't feel well my abdomen hurts

please not now

I crawl over to my laptop barely able to pull its cord I also find the circle with a line impregnating it press it and then almost click the okay button

dark cold Eve

wake to Delilah, again? Delilah dedicates this next song to an expecting mother whose husband is overseas protecting our rights of freedom

I stretch out my primary muscle groups to stop the cramping but oh my god am I bleeding am I losing my own child

again

I use my remaining strength to call my greatest friend Paul who talks to sooth and drives me to the hospital's

end.



© Donald Grube, 2010

I Write What My Body Is Feeling

It's the beginning of spring
What else would you expect
I'm just another frisky Joe
who is single
and
enjoys journaling
my feelings

Would you rather
have me screwing
every person I run into
or spending my evenings
getting my
electronic jollies
from porn sites

At least I'm published
Any of my prospective
liaisons should google
my blog and then
interview me

I'll gladly fess up
You see Ms Blog
I've nothing to hide
I want everyone
to know the real
Donald Grube

That's what this
blog is about
to fill in the blanks
where images are too vague
In many ways
I want to know
as well
It's shocking reading
24 posts in January
and then noticing
48 posts in February
That's times two
My point exactly
and it's only
getting hotter
as the flowers
keep blooming
and soon people
begin to uncover
their skin

So look out
web crawlers
I'm still writing
and it looks like
I've plenty
more to say
on the topic
of
love
lust
and other
spring time urges



© Donald Grube, 2010

The Love I Lang

These eleven words hint at our hearts:

Fantasyuniquehumorbeautyred,  

Breathsitnakedsoftcarecurvegrowthhealth,    

Irrational,

Fear,

Daydreambluethoughtgiftreceiverespectappreciate-
     listenspeakreaddoodlewrite,  

Inclusive,

Anglestrongacceptageexperienceyouthsurviveadapt,
Complex,  

Intellectrealvariableobtuseartdot,

Intertwine,
Wholesimple



© Donald Grube, 2010

Lindy-Hopping Boogieman

I'm scared at night
I leave my touch light on
low just one touch

Sleeping without the protection of love
is becoming a nightmare
I bring my laptop with me
my books of poetry
a new one by John Ashbery
my Grandmother's poof

but nothing helps

I just wish to pass into sleep
painlessly and quickly
so that the Lindy-Hopping Boogieman
has only my fictitious dream maker
to accompany it

If it was ever to
dance by my place of work
or I to see it on a walk at Natural Bridges
with a friend
or turn a corner on the Garden Mall
and spy it talking with a beggar
that would be the end

That
became and
becomes

I've got a 5150 here
Please send back up
Over



© Donald Grube, 2010

Dohn and Donald Blubbering by Antonelli's Pond

"Will you still love me

even after I rip out your heart

and devour it whole?"

And I say,

"Of course I love you

and always will love you,

Heart or heartless!

The two of us are

redwood saplings,

our roots ever intertwine."



© Donald Grube, 2010

Voluminous Words Compose My Latest Obsession

Sleep Dream Eat Exercise Listen Read Recite Perform Direct Collaborate Share Attend Record Research Syntax

Appreciationofallthearts

Journal

Write

Acceptfeedback

Rewrite

Select

Edit

Perhapstheorderisofnoconsequencehoweverthesearethemostworthywords 

Dream Listen

Read Perform Write AcceptFeedback Rewrite Select



© Donald Grube, 2010

Ebtálos Trac, For John

Trac isséno mose lówal élpeep in carp.
Esenárom, nat tíllwik klaw way beech.
Ro, du stáloff étreop rédnew, sid néwfluen toctérose.
Fistub moselist: Trac ess eb!
Ew reered dárenus, nus ed noom, nin toob boos, ed durms.

***

Ro, Ee neven Trac's nayroségrity sé gri ty, yeenom so spur ednérmos yado sap!
Trac isséno terganérfid, terganérfid! Oze...

Sugs odéssuks,

Eebug



© Donald Grube, 2010

Natural Gazebos

natural gazebos
house Chestnut-backed Chickadees
as I rest below



© Donald Grube, 2010

Ed and Tom, Great Friends

I picked Tom up at 1:30 PM
We decided to walk through DeLaveaga Park
The trails were damp and shaded
But the hike warmed us

The excursion was different than Downtown
The redwoods, ferns, wood blewits and rivulets were soothing
The few dog walkers, mushroom hunters, and joggers were friendly
And we had time to talk or not to talk

After the hike I suggested we visit this cafe
Tom thought I meant another one, less aristocratic
But no, when I found it, Lemoncello was the one
The decorations were suggestive of a small fishing village in Italy

The other cafe, Café Açai, Tom had bad vibes
But my suggestion was to go to both just to see
Açai is a Brazilian fruit pronounced ah-sigh-ee
They sweeten it with agave and freeze it like gelato

The barista gave us a sample to taste, quite zippy
I suggested they got lots of business from the County Building
She said not so much, but she's working on it
I asked her the hours because the shop is right around my corner

We ended our visit shopping at Trader Joes
I bought lunch food for my first week of Spring teaching
Tom had two bags as well
We drove back to his apartment and said good-bye

I hope to get together with Tom on a more regular basis
We offer each other humor, open ears, and warm hearts
Tom is one of my Great Friends
We know each other through time



© Donald Grube, 2010

Poddle Wid Couple Nock

Poddle wid couple nock
Platelit scam farmers clot
Carbide sketch redwood knot
Shimmer flim cardboard mop

Shattered glib rainbow's holt
Tubers ring flat man's foll
Acreas cod plastic bowl
Tibulai pid Greenly's cold

Elequer jam wet flowla
Peter's whim bound Portola
Ficus minus slippit fud
Trim bates chad gilbbers murda



1980
Poets: Chris Grube and Donald Grube



© Donald Grube, 2010

La Plus Grand Danse

C'est une feuille
qui s'appelle "La Feuille Éternelle"
Son première jour est au printemps
son dernière, en automne
Elle pense on été et est juste une pensée en hiver
La Feuille Éternelle est toujours jeune
Elle est très intelligente aussi
Quand il fait mauvais
cette feuille est contente et heureuse
parce qu'elle s'attend à descendre à la terre
Ce moment est très court
mais c'est la plus grand danse
La Feuille Éternelle vit pour mourir



1983



© Donald Grube, 2010

The Night

The dark
night
sets still
with silent
shadows
and noisless
trees



1975



© Donald Grube, 2010

Fall

Fall is
cool
with mild
winds
And the scent
of burning
leaves
as they
crackle



1975



© Donald Grube, 2010

A Poem

Each night I start over
Morning comes a new sheet
The day inevitably wrinkles the page
Homework put aside, practicing...
I long to crawl into a warm poem



1983



© Donald Grube, 2010

True Love

Warm security
Having one loved
At letters' distance

Bubbling panic
When loves truth
Moves in next door



1983



© Donald Grube, 2010