Early HANKSTER Poetry - Previously Published & Protected by Copyright

 

Summer assassin
Bullet in the shock of winter cold
Strike in the warmth of hope
Steal leaves not ready to fall
Chill winds strong
Rob us again of sun
Tears bleeding to the gun
Marijuana grown
Gone pot
All I got

.....- for the bullet '68
.......and all it ate

RUNNING WITH THE WIND

To freeway you from concrete
Into flowers and green
Away from cold nights canyoned under the sun
Away from guns
Into the valley of my warm mountain embrace
Where words don't spiral trying to paint air
Where you'll want to stay
Value hasn't neon roots there

Let my fingers breeze your hair softly
As my heart suns into you warm

Climbing down through the stones
To where the ocean frees the sand
And where your soul breathes again
Climbing down through the stones

As my heart suns into you warm
And my fingers breeze your hair softly

To roll in laughter down the sloping grass waves
Running with the wind!
Near-tripping splish splash along the water's edge
Falling into arms soft and strong
Eyes of joy for the day
Running with the wind!
Nothing is wrong
Nothing is wrong!
Running with the wind
Running with the wind
Running running running
Running with the Wind!

Asphalt blanket
cover the ground
where grass died
suffocate the air
where trees breathed
hide the bones
where men laid

Asphalt blanket
heavy with concrete and metal
warm with poison exhaust
and scarred ugly
dry the streams
as you spread out without softness
but do not feel mighty

You'll crack
and grass will grow

 


Hankster as a 1970s baby.

AT THE BIG MOTHER, Vancouver, B.C.

Lights strobe dance hall nibble ear lobe
No longer hide having a ball
Balling too easy balling too breezey
Swimming a restless lonely heart
Just to brush lips and look into deep eyes
Hate midnight lieing
Don't want to bed every kiss
Valley the mountains river cleanly to the sea

 

NIGHT WINGS COLD WIND

Baby does as she pleases
and pleases who she does
pleases who she does
Baby
Baby
Pulls my heart heavy
Hollows cold inside
No relief in sight
Baby
Baby
Night wings cold wind
Sheets thin burn within
Baby
Baby
Winter shades cold in my summers
strobes away an always sun
flash floods tears down torn inner walls
flash floods wine numbing into my torn soul
O, I'd like to forget it all

Baby does as she pleases
and pleases who she does
pleases who she does
Baby
Baby
Treats me good some nights
Wakes up and leaves
Do the town my heart bleeds
Baby
Baby
Night wings cold wind
Sheets thin burn within
Baby
Baby
Burn your fire within me only
sunset sunrise make you high never lonely
If only if only but cold inside no relief in sight
night wings cold wind sheets thin
burn within

burn within

burn within


Hankster, June 14, 1997

 

I'm flying over the freeway traffic
No red lights gonna stop me
I'm flying over the freeway traffic
No bumper-to-bumper freeway parkin
I'm jetting to your house,
Darlin
Gonna spend the night with you,
Darlin
I'm flying over the freeway traffic
Lookin forward to a time fan-tastic

TO KNOW

At night
The ocean haunts the shore
Stars breathe and watch
A ghost touches the leaves
And creatures stir
Ancient
Yet I am too young
To know
That you
Are the ashes
That you
Are the dreams
That you
Are all pain
All joy
The ocean of the moon
Desert of the sun
Rain for thirst
Hunger of the soul
Roots secure, branches in the wind
The cold dead
The cold living
Warm home
Meaning
Everything
And myself
Engulfed
With the embrace
Ancient
That is you

DEDICATED
TO THOSE MY HEART HAS SEEN,
SLIGHTLY

Elusive loves I've only touched
Ache softly in lonely hours
Drifting into dreams out of darkness
That near-fade with near-realities

Closest and longest embrace,
I kissed you with lips
That caressed a life I cherished
Then surrendered the fluid warmth
For a drying of the heart
That pained with every wrinkle
And squeezes memories

Girl I hardly knew yet knew
I could have engulfed you
You could have become my tenderness,
But for words said or not said
For an embrace not entered
And a knowing not known
You are but a mystery
In the shadow of my regrets

Oh, softness I so playfully knew,
Eyes grinning the moon
My feelings you fingered into your cavern
Your soul smiling into mine
And it was truly our bed
Yet its richness washed away in the sun
For it wasn't you,
But a promise

Eyes I looked into
And touched me back
I wonder who you are
I wonder how you love
And if we could of loved

Oh, all my elusive loves,
Swimming in so many other arms
Do you ever wonder about me,
One of many you only touched
And could of so known?
Do I ever visit you
In hours of tender loneliness?
Will we ever embrace
And, wonder of other eyes?

Zeppp, zeppp
Zeppp
Zeppp
Zeppp
Zeppp, zeppp
Car lights
Glowing red streaks shooting past from under the bridge in the twilight
Zeppp, zeppp
Zeppp
Zeppp
Zeppp
Zeppp, zeppp
Capsuled people
Compartmentized
Speeding towards the city
Racing past trees
Slicing aside earth air
Blue smoke invisibly left trailing
Zeppp
Zeppp
Zeppp, zeppp, speeding towards the city
Car lights
Glowing red streaks shooting towards the orange-glowing sunset
Looking out from windows


Hankster, July 8, 1998

 

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