Jimi Doyle Poems

1000 arenas
1000 flaws
1000 yellow steps
...

Here is the serenity:
it fell out as we entered the cab

Here is the loyalty:
...

I have a breathing machine
I use it when my lungs are dirty
blocked with soot or feathers
or when there is too much moisture
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there is no dog-gone Jesus
like the American Jesus
big and strong
with hundred yard dash
...

horse-naked

a barn sleeper
he can swim in the sun, in a barn
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My little nephew Kevin
is riding on the swing set
Muscling and thumping
the wooden saddle
...

a poem is born
somehow like men
and then is
like a flower or a razor blade
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Tijuana beach sunrise
night's darkness passing
its colors to the stars...
orbing westward
...

she is supple and slender and shining blonde
she is ready for the open water
she is readying her skin with lotions
she is beautiful
...

maybe a lady
full of love already
will fix upon this stray
and trim him
...