February 27, 2015
She’s got a cotton nightgown.
Gracing a terrace, with sea & citylights, downtown.
I’m facing her, taking terrific pictures,
With my eyes, and with all my might.
She spins some, specific with; “And I know lightening.”
October 13, 2012
When honestly watched,
Starts in intention.
When looked at, no nonsense,
Before it cums sneezing out,
When all one world, as it appears,
By half hard facts
& a ton of impressions
To meagerly manipulate
A clay reclaimed
October 5, 2012
We came early, & drifted off at the drive-in triple feature;
The last of which..the gist I guess..
A religious epic.
Though, In this version
There’s a ghost in most of the rooms,
They’re suggested each chapter.
The hero’s a clown. & The man is a virgin.
He wears a bird bone near his neck,
A leather bag, He has stowed in..deep..
Eleven numbers & notions.
Sure, he’ll ‘ suffer predictable and/or intolerable
And when come martyrdom,
We’re all safely asleep.
September 28, 2012
.I hate that
It came out not right
Translating with all my might
I misspoke.. you mistook…
I’d cracked a crooked smile, not smirk
I’d factored in the farcical
Nature of nature.
It’s that it’s sad that
Few hymns from pews will praise
Sad, we’re not force-fed all the fanciful
Nature of nature.
September 16, 2012
If I wanted more vague distraction
That wouldn’t be a map
That I threw into our convertible
Onto yr adorable lap
With a compass
And all those stars
When the company you keep
Must need to finally get a bead on, and stay
The course of his only way
August 16, 2012
It’s not been my story to take inventory/
It’s I can’t even fake worry
About what I have, What I would want/
I suppose I could pose but I can’t/
An unexamined life
Is good as dead/
A body afloat, & solid thoughts will float too, y’know/
Lofty thoughts not caught can ride
On all tides High and low
August 11, 2012
A good Go list will stop
Them from retracing our steps
Show sure feet,
Carry more than you might
As you must make it right
With the armed Might at the borders.
When then they’re taking my orders,
Make my misteaks rare.
You have too much at stake
August 8, 2012
I can’t have us cave
On our manifesting
Many of the rest of our fantasies
That fasten us.
We’ll see to them, intensely,
We’ll fix our gazes.
Then, we’ll begin to quickfix,
To quiet our night and days.
And we can enact, enable
One free & tender contentedness.
August 7, 2012
I could close my eyes now
I would doze off or die, no
But you’d be surprised how
Metaphysical I feel
I’d bet a bicycle I’d really
To resume my alter ego
As one who wouldn’t falter, who’d use his Get-Go
& get all his options cleared for take off.
August 3, 2012
s t I N K
of all the lies
in the air
that this liar
is truly unaware of
(is ’truly’ the right word?)
of all the lies
casual and caressing therein
the air current sweetened in
( ’current’/now is the correct word?)
the golden ones have come from…
(I’ve told em. All alchemy)
emboldened lies, all born, I imagine,
from an open pen draining onto pages,
Shiny gold pen when an old
Shade-off light bulb
(it can be a candle)
Best Klieg-lights this crèche ,
Best showcases this birthplace.
On my knees
To lure verities, (surely, scour our trees)
To cure maladies,
Wrest fallacies from unsound foundations,
Whisper one less lonely
Wise, recognizable incantation.
Take this shiny gold pen…!
It’s nearby, go forth, go further.
I clear my path,
& Go over…
& I’ve Ivory!
Simba’ s mammoth cemetary!
(they must go deep)
Precious sunned bones poised on as symbols
I take a sacred see of symmetry