The Wind
Nov 25th
I cried that day.
In the pressence of the grass and sun.
Yet still holding my head high.
Can I have the Ol’ fore sakin’ dream?
My sun pierced tears glowing before me.
The saddness has never felt so pure.
take it. follow the road
Watching the laughter. the accordian in the breeze.
Playing the song of Widows passed.
Seeing the Blood sift through [...]
The Forbidden Pit of My Georgia Peach
Nov 17th
Sorry, I’m posting like crazy this week, but new inspiration is abound caused by a certain female.
The Bedroom Abyss
Oct 25th
Another old one from 2004/2005. Picture an evening with a bi-polar vampire lady friend!
Uprising
Sep 6th
Rolling and twisting
in the warm night
It wrestles out from
under my watch
Scratching, swinging
specific with fury and
he looms
Smiling that monster
has no pointed
teeth
But he
but it will
reap the carrots
And waking angry
we’re all in
the shade
today
Boy
Jul 15th
There is no castor oil to purge
this sweet disease called you.
In my stomach, steel wire, hypodermic thin, like the hair starting to poke through the blonde around your temples,
filters acid to my blood.
Mandragora, Amanita, Belladonna, Teonanácatl, I beseech thee.
Why? All these years…
A decade and a half, and I still feel heat, even when he’s as [...]
Cicles
Feb 3rd
Snow slides in fatside funnel dance.
Please somebody and tell the birds
And the salt man too
Yesterday and tomorrow
are similar; not same
My apologies to beaks
A butterfly bruise for your
bicep or mine might
not cut it
or paste over holy
that gaping ozone
tear
Just Because
Jul 13th
or, Sum Up Summertime, Poetically Licensed Sing-Song Meter Edit
Just because it’s summer, there’s not always a last rose
Baseballs fly into bats, and bats fill up on mosquitoes
Camping corpses marinate in DEET, but still they are a-slappin’
Pedro’s fire works, as does yours, and explosions are happ’nin’
Mother nature’s boiling vengeance, roiling from the Verde Cape
Canes hurry west, [...]
The Fix
Apr 24th
Bush
Clinton
Bush
Clinton
Don’t make it so
yo’ shrouded in know
Tho’ Iraq is Iraq
It’s better than Nam
Mainly, please no
McCain
Lord knows he’s
on that bus
Trusting in god,
guns, burning that oil
Nixon on steroids
McCain Mark IV
Rehab
Apr 11th
i drove you there
not to this point
but to this place
she sat across from us
two scared men
asking those questions diligently
ticking them off one by one
i sat beside you
taking in your breath
equally proud and hesitant
are you?
did you?
have you?
how long?
Liquorpillscocainepotxtobacco?
finally
asked who i am to you
and you said “family”
s’funny how significant a blank space can become when it is [...]
November
Apr 11th
It was sixty-nine hours of pretending
there were sixty-nine minutes posing as truth
allowing sixty-nine moments of us
leaving sixty-nine times we said and unsaid everything and nothing
……….. a clandestine pair checking only one luggage
understanding the full meaning of terminal
carefully upholding our guises and half truths
not standing toooo close
aware of the length of each gaze
keeping the conversation hushed
but [...]
Watchful
Mar 10th
Piles of pink plastic toys shimmer
Around her pigtails in the center
of a capsizing bed
She scrambles for shelter
a wet dog on deck
holding on
And squirms below father’s plump finger
Voices thunder and tremble
She wails like a siren
Innocent cries for justice and mercy
Without the words or why
A father repeats
Door swings open and he enters
A sibling with memories
Of such blood
Vengeance [...]
Attrition
Feb 26th
Swinging spade
powerfully low
glassy chips and
granite bits
My spine
breaking water
though separation
pangs
Jack returns with
icy fresh vigor
this old back
remains
Palmetto Panini
Feb 18th
Slick red wrinkles on
raw soak fingers.
Steel wool grinding over
bone faux marble
Bleach water bucket
stings eyes nose
though nowhere
near
He says hurry.
“We need
glass.”
But fast is not
clean and salmon
else’s guilt
Hoosier
Feb 18th
Out of Virginia and Carolina
to new hills and red clay
Scots-Irish, German, English
With stills, hounds, home brew
Children in packs
Bearing freckles and chestnut curls
Massacring oak and hickory
For slab-board shacks and fields of corn, potatoes, cabbage, hemp, tobacco
Subsistence
I am not a flat-lander of the Tipton Til Plain
I am of the Upland,
of Pentecost Revivals,
rusted four wheel drive Chevys,
from those [...]
Broken Rhythm (Kitchen Magnet Blurbs, Part II)
Feb 16th
kill the secret lingering joy
she wakes from the fever
never let her broken smile heal
make the child-life melt like ice
with its almost translucent angel beauty
Circuit
Feb 4th
We from the South
and the rich eat the poor
Alley gator needle arms
dank whispers in the dark
Ozone escapes
through hollow pockets
Gone and where?
North city lights
Sunny dark enough
Empty not gone
I’m stark with
eyes horizontal
Bang the night
black bright fear
silent alone
when running
The valley is high
She is my sun
Hearing then
and never gone
Can’t Save Yourself
Jan 29th
Look through the dirty glass
I almost see the sky
The clutter builds and grows
I almost want to cry
Unhappy and alone
I almost want to die
But I don’t know why
I wish I had a clue
‘Cause maybe I could try
No idea what to do
Fake confidence: a lie
Can someone please speak up
Raise your voice, don’t be shy
These feelings can’t be [...]
She Shot My Heart
Jan 18th
She shot my heart, twenty
caliber pistol–spiteful,
vengeful–I could not turn, plead,
beg forgiveness.
She loaded bullets packed
of cheat-ful powder–bang! Civil war,
both sides lost–countless reminiscence,
slaughtered romance.
Deaf to All, but Your Mouth
Jan 18th
Speak elongated breath–a kite
carry words, imagine–me
on a journey, blue sky–white–in
cloud pillow. Lonely head rest,
bosom soft, impressing comfort–ear
deaf to all, but your mouth.
Wings, Sprung, Cage Me
Jan 18th
You will be death
to the heart, outside bars
like little sparrow, trust feline
not stalk under its cage.
There, I–fragile–trust
freedom to give myself
like feline in lap. I surrender
independence, selfishness–you pounce,
feathers asunder! skwaks!
silent, you prance; another lap, bed.
My wings, sprung, cage me
to this ravaged heart.
Lift Me…Carry Me
Jan 18th
Lift me to dream: nightfall breeze
whisking yellow curls; bosom-balloon
floating heavy head; finger-feet
tiptoeing disheveled hair; lip-sponges
soaking anxious tears; hand-wings
gliding across frantic face
to carry me from hard woes.
Broken Rhythm (Kitchen Magnet Blurbs, Part I)
Dec 25th
linger at the secret stream of life,
kill the sacred angel with trust and night.
sail from our universe
so to not see me die
when she embraces eternity.
you smile and ask why,
influence heart and mind
with your beauty like delicious poison.
we must wake from this slow-dancing fever
regret this lie and understand
perhaps we will change in time
for there is always [...]
Respite
Dec 22nd
Glass castle of the forest
To see the leaves
without a sneeze
Temple of light
no shadows
tall alone
Unknown beauty
observing
fragility
As It Is
Nov 16th
Born with the glow
though nigh womb leaving
cleaving heart’s cache
lash humming song
wrong that write again
Zen stands forlorn
Just a Pinch
Oct 30th
Andy’s arm already itches intermittently
Feeling frankly forward flu
A calculated corporate computer campaign
Or magic mountain merrily matriculating
In villainous veracose vivarin veins
Springs
Oct 8th
Blowing kisses for the trees
Scrambling twilight miles
He points to the sky and says
Looka that
We are born perfect
Now I know
We know love —
curious compassion
Tiny arms tight ’round my neck
Making me cry
and wonder
again
free
Oct 4th
I will soak
through to the bone
some rainy days
Some scorching days
my skin will die
ultra-violently
on desolate others
I won’t talk to
a soul
or the ones i see
will treat me like
a nuisance
some fearful days
i will cry because
i miss you
on loving days
i will laugh because
we’re so close!
a god
disguised as
a vagrant
but then
also vagrants
are god
transforming
from knowledge
to experience
creating a path
from asphalt and
inspiration
would you like
to [...]
attraction
Oct 1st
how does
a forest fire
start?
sometimes
lightning strikes
quickly; naturally
some might say
this is a disaster
NO
from the ash of the fire
springs new life,
new opportunities
perhaps one day
when the time is right,
we will find the embers
still glowing in our hearts,
we can rekindle
this glorious blaze
place some rocks around it
and use its heat to
prepare the recipes of life
and
burn the forests of the world
down to [...]
cute, beautiful, sexy
Oct 1st
with empty bottles and
forgotten strawberries our
eyes swirl and
bodies tangle
not a breath of air may
pass between us;
not a single stone is
left unturned
but its not the wine
that drives this
venture to
divinity:
high tide,
the fusion between
parched land and
drowning sea,
prescribed by
neither vast ocean
nor endless beach,
presses from above–
inspired by the
omnipotent influence of
a reflective moon it
rises and falls.
the water’s edge while
always present is
always [...]
Quality
Sep 17th
He runs free; crunching leaves underfoot
flailing assortment of sticks
glee overcomes a face
carefree, lawless, conscious
curly sweaty mop
atop flushed dimple cheeks
Neither of us tiring
this moment lasts forever
I tag alongside exuberance
And just being near
I am youth
the wind; the colors; the scent
Leaves burning far away
reach my nose
knowing I never really left
and never will
Ashes
Aug 28th
a malnourished cactus
nothing but spines
leaning, spawning through frost
heavy rain only erodes
the heat sings back
too late
withering sparse fruit
transgressions unforgotten
blind bulldozer screams
agent of change
reextinction awaits
random blessed birth
Anonymous
Aug 10th
White tees on a black sky under the stolid deadeye beam’s watch; manic blue brother flashes blind panic eyes; and the silence persists. The cow bell night train blazes night speed, shatter-rattling and cutting the quiet. Then it returns: that starless night without sound.
Ghosts from the underworld, Pluto drags vigilant Cerberus through the [...]
Next
Jul 14th
Bang goes your block
without notice
Slow fire fizzled ‘long
a lethal morale leak
Living for next
and never catch up
Fast food wrapper rat life
viral embers glow
Whole lot saved
waiting on the steps
Snotting cold alone
child nevermind
Mary go malcontent
just wait -
one more stop
Unrequited
Apr 26th
You are Maud Gonne
to my William Butler Yeats
a cold, impassive Jekyll
to my frantic, desperate Hyde
the proverbial thorn
embedded in my side
an avalanche that sits
and waits.
You are the hung jury
to my repeat offender
you are my iron lung
a phrase on the tip of my tongue
a song the words to which
I can’t remember.
My Scylla and Charibdis
a name to which [...]
Breakfast in the Madhouse
Mar 31st
Breakfast in the madhouse
is no different than a diner.
There are bacon, eggs, toast.
Crowded tables,
the cacophonous hum
of constant conversation.
But if truth be told,
most of us are only talking
to ourselves.
And the silverware is not silver -
it’s plastic.
There are no knives to speak of.
Sui – Homo – Geno – cidal -
from sharp objects we abstain
like priests
and at bedtime [...]
To Sleep, Or Not To Sleep
Mar 30th
A Shakespearean Soliloque Re-Write
To sleep, or not to sleep: that is the question:
Whether ’tis better in the end to succumb
To the gentle pull of dreams,
Or to resist the urge and use that time,
And by resisting lose precious awareness;
To lay– no useful thought inside my head
Hours on end of aimless mind wand’ring
Or make the best of [...]
Entranced
Mar 28th
…maybe it was the life.
or the sight of what had never been before
coming into being and so vibrantly making itself known,
the damp and the cold and the dim yet brilliant clarity.
I turn back.
…maybe it was that certain death.
or the approach of it, the sound of its footsteps
softly through wet leaves and gently kicking aside pinecones.
calmly [...]
Three Words
Mar 27th
They held each other close
with tears and promises
Bittersweet happiness
Exchanging those three words
He departed with promises of soon return
Holding their smiling picture
She stood alone, waving
Remembering those three words
He fought the War, remembering
tears, promises, and those three words
She fought her War, inside
hearing those three words
He sent her letters with
promises and those three words
She wrote back with tear-stained [...]
Here There Be Dragons
Mar 23rd
Sailor beware.
You know not where you sail.
You sit sightless
and stare at my face.
You read my body like Braille.
Deal the cards.
My life is an open book
in which I write
and just as easily erase.
Come close.
I don’t bite
that hard.
Niche
Mar 14th
Infinite channels
Pick your gadget; choose your sleep
Slough off the minutes
Everybody special — all the same
Anonymous ounce of fame
THE SUPERBOWL AND TOM BOY
Mar 5th
The way we drink our spirits and hold our children
Like Denise on my knee-this daughter I call Tom Boy
As she giggles watching her father and periodically makes
Strange tangles of this red beard. Its like a jungle for a precocious
One And we’re staring at the screen, trying to avoid the glare hitting from the
Rockwell photo [...]
graffiti love
Feb 23rd
mister
don’t steal into my heart
like a vandal
and spray paint
your graffiti love
on the walls
don’t saunter down the steets of my brain
flashing that million dollar smile
don’t lean against my eardrum
and whistle for a taxi
don’t carelessly splash through my blood
as if it were a dirty gutter puddle
in city mid-summer
mister
don’t scribble your
graffiti love
on me
and call it art
