happy nude year....

greetings dressed & unrepressed nudists

off width the ole year of 'zero 8
on width the nude year of 'O nine

don't keep your shirt on
don't keep your britches on
.......like the ole zaying "we all are naked under our clothes"

eye would hate to get arrested for
decent exposure

why isn't one of the seven wonders of the world
the human body...........at least a woman's

it has been recorded that in families that all bath twogether
there aren't any rapes or sexual crimes

as eye believe it was the marquis de sade who zaid
"prudery is the most perverted of all greeds"
..........did he know what he was talkin' about

the unbarred bush years are nearly defunct/extinct/terminated
his guilt trip & anti-environmentalist daze are numbered
talk about double standards & hyperventilating hypocrisy

of course nudity is a metaphor for bearing one's soul
letting the true hidden personae be born
emerge into the reel world
like (i think it was)polly bergen who once quipp'd
-i don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't the truth-

maybe big brother won't be spyin' on us the next eight years
we can pull the zhades..........open the windows
let the fresh air in

reverse oscar wilde's line about
hangin' our klean klothes in public..........

well it is gettin' kloser to the bewitchin' midnight hour
it wil be champainless................pointedhatless&whistleless
no headache driving home for me at dawn
eye want to remember each moment
knot drown in me regrets

nude year resolutions............
................&...................'n'..................and........................

oh maybe watch more kult films..............spaghetti westerns
do more dishes than eye eat off of
do more batches of laundry
(((no man has ever been recorded being shot for scrubbin' dishes or
hangin' up klothes on the clothesline)))
go on more nature walkabouts....bikeabouts......
write more peoms & konfess more puns
try knot to wear any zuits or ties
zpend more tymne alone width the great ALONE
time to pop a cherry coke..........guzzle it down....chug-a-lug
toast to the best yet to arrived unscheduled......unpredicted.............unmedicated........unpremeditated

happiness is knowing eye might never be any happier than the happiness
eye'm experiencing right now
accepting the situation eye'm experiencing to the fullest

cheers..............a toast..............salute............thumbs up........bravo.....carry on

wrinkle sum sheets.........break sum bed springs......greatest pleasure
is in giving pleasure...............let-your-lover-take-your-breath-aweigh

till we meet in kyberspace anonymously again.................unkapturedkrazykoyotekountinkoup on zero-nineish

merry xmas & happy new year

sixtysexyoneish birthday greeting....

as crazy horse once zaid...........
" it is a good day to fight & a good day to die"
.........& in my opinionatedopinion
because eye'm so full of aliveness

every birthdaze eye alweighs think of a line from
dylanthomas's peom "poem in october"
"it was my thirtieth year to heaven"
but my 30th has doubled to 60 plus one

if eye was a tree that would be manymany rings
circling me girth

if eye was the wind eye'd ztill be invisible

if eye was a star eye'd ztill be a baby........just a spark of a sparkle

time heals all wounds & wounds all heels
eye possess many wounds & scars
the higher powers will let you heal when the spirit moves you
medicine man once told me...........
every time you heal a part of you dies.........
that is why you should heal when at the right time knot when the time is right

once eye scribbled in a peom......
that on my specialday my grandmother alweighs
maid the hollyhox bloom & the mulberries ripen to eat on my birthday
she proved me right again........

mr. leo the lionhearted
had a feast width me wife at the "tasteofindia" currycuisinebuffet
a wandering of the stuffed shelves of a used book ztore
purchasing "storyteller" by ldslie marmon
(ancient indian stories told in poetry & prose)
"between angels" poems by stephen dunn
"wicked poems" edited by roger mcgough

books already in my mime's mind to give aweigh to the right friend
that strays to far off the proverbial beaten path of life
& discovers me finding hymn or her finding me

to look into the ocean of someone's eyes and see the waves waving back..............
feel the splash of their friendship kiss my cheeks
read their peoms left to be written
inside-their-expressions of speechless-gratitude

who writes letters anymoor krypted in poetikal fragmentedfragments
disguised as wordplay..........with periods of perpetual periodic dotted-punctuation
the komputer has maid the typewriter antiquated & hastily extinct
no moor karbonpaper.......korrection tape
the next generation won't even know what a typewriter was or did..........
compared to a komputer keybored...........

the more a thing changes the more it remains the same insane
you kan't git there from here
half to be losted to find a nude place to go

at my age you can get aweigh width most things
you'dbe kommitted to a pyscho ward in your 20's&30's
if your a lost cause now you might as ztay a lost cause till the end verdict
might drive a psychiatrist nuts........go off the deep end
usually most people over 50 are a walkin'&talkin' pharmaceutical pill-poppin' zombie anyweigh

birthdaze are to kelebrate the one-more-day-to-be-alive keremony of livedlife
most important thing is to never have said
"no one let me do or become what eye alwaysdreamed eye should be"

just as many people are afraid of success as failure
let their dream go up in smoke............or traded for a bottle
or let someone trample their dream without a struggle or fight
wasn't it emerson who zaid
you always have to do what your most afraid of..........

if your having health problems your on the wrong strayin' path

every birthday is a revaluation of one's evolving life
where have i been.........where am i now......where am eye moving towards twomorrow
who am i........what am i........where did i come from.....what have i yet to become

like the leonard cohen song...........first we take manhatton then we take berlin
there is only so many day to draw a line in the dust
challenge the world that challenges us

the kallingkoyotes are kalling me outside.................to howl into the silence of stillness
eye'll never be 61 again...........or will eye


.........

earthly-zpiritual-experiences

when one questions people about
if they have ever had a spiritual experiences
in their life
almost 90% have said (to me) that they never have had any
........which is very sad
especially if they have been regular church members for decades&decades

eye have had many zpiritual experiences
mostly they have occurred within nature
or in indian ceremonies(which eye rarely speak of........)
. ....... but my very first experience was in a katholic church
when eye attend'd a katholic mass
eye usually alweighs zat up in the balcony when the choir wasn’t zinging
or in the chapel(off to the side of the main altar)

this particular zunday
eye went up to the balcony to watch over the kongregation & mass
‘n’ eye & another high school classmate noticed
there were ladders leaning up to separate individual rooms
leadin’ all the way up to the bell tower & towerin' steeple
we climbed up the different ladders to each smaller room
then finally entered the bell tower chamber
......at that exact moment with the pigeons cooing & the sky in our eyes
the church bells began ringin' &clangin'
we looked at each other and we both filled with this enormous feeling of goodness
.....like man....dig it.......this is where god’s angels hang out
.....not with the mass & kongregation weigh down below in the church
we were instantly touched by the zpirit......or as katholics zay.......the holy ghost
or as st. hilary once said
"the most empty places are full of the angels of god"

why eye now surmise why most religions were brought back from
the deserteddeserts & darkforests
& mountain tops & burning bushes & the lakota's white buffalo calf woman

years later eye composed the following peom
about another zpiritual awakening moment in my life
kamouflaged in the disguise of t’is poetical-peom


the big thing about my home

if you can look out of the window
as far as what
your mind can see
then and only then
you will be able
to know
where i live

and my nearest neighbors
are a half mile away
and when it rains
you can stand on top of my house
on your tiptoes
and see for a good two miles
without
having anyone wonder

what in the hell you’re doing
on top of the roof
on your tiptoes
in the pouring rain
-michael&orf

filling me eyes&lungs&spirit full of that invisible pure energy
to be tapped into at one of those rare-precise-euphoric moments
in timeless-time............within the raindrops or the zoft-zenzational-rain
ironically eye used‘ hell’ in slang terms of what eye would describe
now........ as an experience with nature & divinity

we all know 'it' is out there.............you recognize 'it' .......when you feel 'it'
you can’t touch 'it'..............when "it" somehow touches you
......yet you find "it" next to impossible to translate into words
but you’re never the same( sane) again......
............being ‘ touched’ is what the indians call it

(((((((why some people have their proverbial heads in the proverbial clouds)))))))

eye often think of the movie........"the hunchback of notre dame"
maybe that is what victor hugo was really trying to describe&portray
how close the hunchback & the gypsy girl where to real love & divinity
'n' the rest of the judgmental-maddin'-mob-crowd where ignorant of.......

there are ztill many undeformed&unrecognizable quasimodo’s in the world
giving sanctuary to many of the falsely accused lady gypsies & witches & wenches
.........where there is love.......
.......evil seems to arrive & tries to destroy & separate

.................................but love is often not of this world or ever should be

like my andorfism original quote....... "does evil think good is evil"
(please get back to me on that.........in this life tymne)

eye often think about how the handicapped & mentally challenged
are the ones closest to god...........they are god’s children & earthly angels
mother teresa’s profound ((((saintly)))) line about them
-jesus is dressed in the disguise of the poor-
why eye have always been a defender of the less privileged&oppressed&minorities
nothing brings out my unmetaphorical sharpsword & heavyarmor & shinyshield
then when someone messes with the defenseless & innocent & angelical
. .............those who are zecretly touched kind of like liddle olde me...........

eye had a medicine man one time ask me
" why did i get along with so many minorities & different cultures & races"
..........eye guess eye didn't know why..........
.....because he zaid........."you wear the eyes of equality"
very few people do ........they deceptively wear the eyes of prejudice & discrimination
they look down at other people
(then they try to find something else wrong with them
.....besides there skin color or hair or clothes or speech or religion)
not look straight at them
...... face to face .........eye to eye......heart to heart......soul to soul

this reminds me of another quote..........
" whom the god’s wish to destroy they first make proud"
- ?

no one is any better than anyone else
some human beings be more intelligent in special unique subjects like
mathematics or science or writing skills or art(measured in i.q.tests)
or being able to memorize (facts & figures) better than others
while some people are much better & smarter in growing flowers or healing animals
or carving wood or fixing an automobile
or being an invisible humanitarian or anonymous hero or reformed outlaw
we all have our special godly gifts..........for creating or healing
once the higher power’s spark is ignited inside of us
no wonder some of us look so suspicious......................

does the name of krazykounterklockwisekrosseyedkountinkoupkoyoteeeeye
,,,,,,,,,fit.......
..........zing me your kowlin'koyote zong & eye’ll zing you mine

a stranger among the strangest of the strange

an ole hi-skool klassmate
asp me.....that if anyone ever ask'd me if i was a little strange............
of course my immediate response was.........

what is the opposite of strange
............pretending knot to be ztrange
eye have never have met anyone 'normal'
at least once u git to know them a while
........all humans are 'krazy' man........fruitcakes.....off the deep end

(never forget that only dead fish swin with the stream..............malcolm mugeridge)

touched people hang around with touched people
they recognize the force shining out from within
& they travel to the beep of a different drum

(you judge the genius of a country by how many eccentrics it has...........john stuart milles)

old poet line by james hershey
........the general public is suppose to go and do likewise(flockofsheep/seagulls)
a poet is suppose to go and do otherwise(goat/loneeagle)

a poet's job is turn vintage words & heavy-thoughts & inner-feelings
inside out & backwards & downsideup
........... like a painter does with a collage
make people think .........knot be braindead

like ole thoreau's line of ...........living lives of quiet desperation

to be able to get intoxicated with verbal inspirations
knot booze or drugs or neurotic-escapisms
.......why eye probably get drug tested at work more than anyone else
& eye half been klean & zober for nearly a quarter of a century

last sept. in a sante fe nude mexico............flea market.........
eye met an artistic-artist
who wrote eye for i..........tymne for time.........be4 for before........peom for poem
for some reason we instantly mentallybonded

..........the poetry police kan never revoke or zuspend me poetikal license
like the rest of the kritikal & paranoid jealous wurld does to kreative people

most people ignore most poetry because
most poetry ignores most people
-adrian mitchell

the chief enemy of creativity is "good taste"
-pablo picasso

eye rest my case.............parenthetically without being too rhetorical&redundant
& & & 'n' unrepressed

when you get a few dazzling daze
aweigh from being sixty-sexy-one-ish
you need things to keep your mind pre-occupied & wandering & inspired
one musk half a favorite mind-traveling-window in2 the kosmos/galaxy
where you tap into a muse & mentor
as they tap back into you
............opening up unlimited doors of perception
((( light my fire....breakontotheotherside......jimimorrison)))
wynn your dead your dead
.........wynn your alive ....be totally full of aliveness
nothing more quiet & still & speechless than a cemetery
no one should be more active & alert & full of mischief than a poet
.........never know when you compose your last verbal-acrobatic-feat of semantics

time to watch a liddle "harold & maude"..........lauff my derierre off the couch
check me imainary abnormalacy into the closet
let the reel me be only me
till nex tymne....................folks...........keep-on-bloggin-in-the-freeze-wurld

peace&luv&the beatles&kinks&zombies&animals&zappa&guns&korn
-krisskrossedkounterklockwisekoyote-

overdew spring exposed unsullenly

a day of emerald green
so green it almost hurts my eyes
to have a communion of sun's delight for breakfast
a congregation of byrds singing in the trees lofty choir
..........finally after two decades
a scarlet tanager displaying its blinding kolors
fill the byrd feeders for the northern orioles & hummingbyrds
zigzagging in & out for a succulent taste
.........oh the byrds nearly pure of heart making my heart
younger&stronger&alive

april hatching into may
more time to run barefooted
do an overdue somersault
a nearly fallin' down post-sixty oneish pirouette
being like ole crazy horse
find some gopher earth & rub in on the face
join the earthly invisibles.......if only for a milli-zecond

me olde bones & fresh blood
eye must feel like an ole cottonwood
the sap rising up me trunk into the canopy of branches & brittle twigs
be alive for this season of new aliveness

the poet emerges & regenerates & resurrects
consciously & unconsciously
morning koffee has never tasted better
my wifes lips never sweeter
our unspoken konnection never more interwoven & knotted twogether

eye wink at her two rooms & three walls aweigh
where eye think she is..........but isn/t
she steps in from the outadoors with a pale of fresh rhubarb
eye already can taste & smell a desert or pie
............zhe zays a cake.........not enuff for a pie yet
but plenty of hidden ingredients to active all aphrodisiac moods
....within in the next couple of daze

the price of luv & the price of gas & the price of food
nuthing comes free
like the zaying............free verse & free love are contradictions in terms....paraphazed
eye massage your tired feet you massage my aching back
we come out even to the last fingertip extended

or as zaid in "zen comics" by joanna salajun
"i feel so much better since i gave up hope."

but in an odd sort of way then maybe hope hasn't given up on me

when an elderly man's fancy turns towards loving & being loved
.....did ever tell you about the time when eye was working in the garden
on delightful spring dazzlin'-day
barechested & body glistening in the morning sizzling-sun
and two young damsels bicycling by
stopping for a quick peek
one zaid "nice abs grandpa"
.........boy was eye really pumped.....made me feel swell.....puny-puns intended
did it really happen or just in a poet's imagination........maybe both
..........storytelling loves exaggeration embellished

time to travel to me favorite mind traveling window
explore the untamed undomesticated wildness
listen for the frogs singing down in the bottomlands
watch the clouds dressed like angels wisping by
catch the buds hatching into leaves
chase springs first butterfly flutterin' towards a smiling violet
....let my wife read this bouquet of words
dedicated to her...........everlastingness

a peom a day keeps the blues away for the still-scribblin'poet
a bluebyrd helps too
a grandchild's giggle
a bag of fresh morel mushrooms
a surprise phone call from an olde friendly voiced friend
a plate full of just boiled&buttered asparagus
a box of olde movies&films never seen/obscene be4
the cubs win in todaze newspaper
my wife's sexysurpriseserendipity of the day(luv-that-word)
.......it is the liddle things that are the big things
faretheewell in the land of makebelieve&beautifulstrangers&wildkritters

michael&orf............kounterklockwisekultkoyote

spring is whispring its name..........

spring:
a hill without a name
veiled in morning mist.
-matsuo basho

green grass--
between, between the blades
the color of water
-kiga no chiyo

out in the cold sunshine
planting early potatoes
uncertain who i am
-ken jones

eye must make an official yearly announcement
that it is now SpringG
since our horseradish is dug/scrubbed/ground/jar'd
& succulent taste bud numbingly devoured

so now the robins & redwings & blubyrds & frogs
can sing & yodel their courtship songs
.........hey darling what you doing twonite
maybe we can sing buffalo girl won't you come out tonite
& dance by the light of the moon

rake the yard........push that wheelbarrow
burn off the debris from the asparagus plants
walk barefooted to the mailbox
dew an overdue pre-summer-assault somersault across the yard
even if your going to be 61 springs young
feel the sap rise in your treetrunk body
be part of the ritual of another iwanian spring

tell a post-st. paddies daze yoke of the daze
what dew you get when you kross poison ivy with a 4-leaf klover
.......................................a rash of good luck...................

& already april king of fool's daze is over
yes there was sugar in the salt shaker
a sticky note under the komputer mouse
grandsun was ready for all the tricks for me to play for hymn
wouldn't believe anything eye zaid to hymn......wunderwhy
that his first cousins were coming for a visit
hilary had dropped out of the prez race

eye am alweighs zpying for the first butterfly
another sure sign of the birth of spring
mushrooms & toadstools poppin'
the sandhill cranes wingin' overhead
canadian geese honkin' that they own the sky
..........the thining of the human blood..........walk a mile
...........dig fingers into the smell of organic earth

poetry being composed outside every window
hatching around every tree
paddlin' up & down every creek & river
risin' from the earth...dropping from the sky
the pilgrimages&migrations of so many species
triggering sex among the flowers/bees/trees/kritters
procreate if you dare..........


like jean cocteau zaid
"there are poets and there are grownups"
or carl sandburg kleverly quipp'd
"poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

be a babbling boisterous poet if for only a second/minute/hour
'till it ticks someone off............

call me............send me.............a bouquet of your words/thoughts/emotions
exploding with glee/enthusiasm/euphoric=euphoria

life passes us by too quick
the cemeteries are way too quiet this tymne of year
scream...........become the wildness that aches to be free in our zubdued world
be part fox or vixen.......lobo or koyote.....bare the real bear inside you

poeticallykontagioushoundedbythewind/rain/whisperoflove'sbreathshiveringmebones&blood
freeingmefreeversefinallytotallyfree
mykal&orf

pots and pans