hey i made it- now what's wrong- dave

[dave eberhardt]

"Trees like to rot in the forest"
- the Tinklers, legendary Baltimore singing group

( how past loves inform present ones....approaching death what becomes important...how we affect others, lovers, what they take from us..the levels of sentience in all living things....wanting to possess the most valuable thing as we are taken away to dust and silence...rehearsing death, rehearsing

At last I know how a tree feels

Aware of all my levels at night,

The dignity of earth in Spring-

Moon light on the floor, awake at three.



Awake at three I can inhabit

The sleeping earth and think deep thoughts:

I could have loved you so and did!

I know my love made a difference!



Now you are dead- the moon light shakes

Like Cocteau said- "You do not dedicate

Yourself to poetry, you sacrifice to it".

What did he mean? Who gives a shit!



I try to think now that you're gone

(And you meant the world to me and others!)

Because the night brings on its dreams:

What incubus or meaning in its black seams?



My fingers get numb more now, but as they dry

I can plumb deeper in another sense:

The moon light of past loves slips by

Your passing has killed two already, but I?



I understand it- I do not need to know.

Where the dead go. Because it's Spring

The trees are in touch with their extremities, they know

What sleep means, just as we know.



The levels of love moving as I love now?

That's probably most important- how...

How present loved ones tomorrow morning wake?

I pray the Lord my soul to take?


Pg 5 In the Constellation Eeyore
in memory, fellow Baltimore poet, David Franks, read at his memorial

Who are you, who do you think we are?

It’s all so far, so far, so far.
Start in the constellation “Eeyore”- that guide star….
Pin a tail on it- go from there south in the southern sky…

That shadow had not looked that way before,
And since I’m asking why:
Vast forests to the north, bor-

eal taiga, the last time I saw my father,
Spoke to him- I can’t remember now.
There could be meaning, could be some how

Like the overtones to a piano string,
The clouds keep changing now that you mention it.
My pa liked cheese and crackers, that I know.

The forests of the night sky, forests of stars
Where you can go a long way before you meet another.
It’s all so far, so far, so far.

Who are you, who do you think we are?

Photo 2 of Dave reads at memorial for Baltimore poet, David Franks. Dave Eberhardt is sponsored by Ju ju froots and pampers”

Pg 7 Great Apes

O this world of sad disappearances- another species gone today, I felt it

Slipping- I don't think I can do without the great apes!- militias filtering through

The forests- paws sold for rifles, mountains silver moon lit- silver back

Paws made into ash trays- "Abner" gone last year, "Flora" bereft of her children-

"Soo", "Silver Junior", one night nest left empty forever- Ruwenzori Mountains,

The Virunga Range, Ruwanda, Ruwenzori, H. R. Haggard-Solomon's Mines undiscovered!

I loved how they'd charge up and then just grumble- stomachs rumbling

The nonviolent ape families, for centuries bothered by no one and secure!

Last night I woke and you weren’t there either-maybe down the hall reading

In the "commons"- I'm always dreaming of college, dreaming of mom dead
Last year....

Males play fighting- dangling on "tse nom ba ba" tree" branches....

Dreaming of silver dorms how they bleed into mist and into lost begonia forests,

Giant begonias and nettles peculiar to ecosystem....rain seeping down always....

Tanzania, Virunga, Ruwenzori, I go looking for you and the treasure but it's gone!!

Along with you, in my dreams looking for Dianne Fossey now- murmuring Fossey"..."Tanzania"*....


* emphasize every syllable for the music of it

[Kailashana]

I don't know who you are, where you've been and why you are here just now, but boy are you ever a sight for sore I's.

Thank you.

~A

[Doreen Peri]

Welcome, Dave! Glad to see you finally got in! Great to see you here. Some of your Baltimore friends also post here.

Thanks for your grand entrance.... I'll be back to reply to this poem in a while when I have more time. I have an appointment. Just wanted to welcome you first!

[Doreen Peri]

Ohh... one more thing.. By the way.. there's a Music & Spoken Word forum. Scroll down the main page and you'll see it. You can upload your mp3 recordings of your recitations if you'd like to, directly to the site. I'd LOVE to hear this one!

[SadLuckDame]

Hello, Dave.
Enjoy!

[Arcadia]

the Tinklers? I´ll search them!
bienvenido!!!!

[dave eberhardt]

the tinklers of baltimore- inspired poets and musicians brohawn and mason-best lyrics since dylan and cohen: "don't stick yr fingers in the fan"

[mnaz]

hi