Lighthouse Day

new poetry blog

2007-06-03T02:55:00.000-04:00

i have a new poetry blog now

http://www.fivefifteenbirds.blogspot.com/

check it out

test

2007-02-02T16:24:00.000-05:00

this is a test in a place where tests
are absolutely useless except for stress
collapsing our lungs and arresting our chests
we test away our lives and never progress...

2006-12-04T17:43:00.000-05:00

woah woah kitty katz

2006-11-02T12:49:00.000-05:00

i am planning my escape
from this j-j-j-jail hey!
and frosted little napkins
tell exhausted little captains
to collect all of the little men
that reek of cinnamon (or strawberry?)
and wrap them in tin foil
to save for laaaaater!

hey you kitty kat yes you kitty kat
don't come-hey-you can't come back
ima gonna toss you this here scratchin-mat
wrapped tight in disguise
but stitched loose with benevolent lies, oh yea
hey kitty kat i'll follow you back
to the j-j-j-jail...

the potter and the poet
bring the people from the town
to effigies-listen please-of kitty kitty diddy zees
from the pazt pazt pazt
and nothing brings them back back-hey-you can't come back

but we'll wrap them in tin foil
to save-sa-ve-lest they spoil

hearts fly with heavy clothes

2006-10-30T16:00:00.000-05:00

the drops wandered down my face
they collected in the corners of my eyes
they ran behind my ears and under my chin
they weighted my hair and my jeans

the night rain pooled in my hands
and seeped beneath my skin
it swept through my body like
the flood, it washed my heart
clean.

soaking, freezing, we found
that the rain could wash away
everything in our lives and leave
completion. bliss. relief.

consummate resolve.

the night rain collected on the road
we splashed it with our feet
and we smiled holding hands
all the way to heaven.

tortured by diamonds

2006-10-16T01:49:00.000-04:00

i see her through a handful of
diamonds
and she is indescribably
right
she is disarmingly
unaware.

the light bends around her
and i see every color
reflected

i cannot touch her but she
wears my hat and she
smiles

i see past the dark glasses to
a landscape of memories
collapsed

i look at her and see it

it is everything but me; it is
someone else; it is the past
few summers; it is stealing my
memories; it is my memories;
it is a lesson; it is the placeholders;
it is my backscar; it is my one
question; it is my cold bed; it is
my last attempt to make a stand;
it is the only thing i've got to
fight for; it is her mother; it is
watching from behind; it is
strawberry flavored; it is a fleeting
hope; it is a loyalty untold; it is
unchanging; it is permanent; it is
open like a wound open like a question
open like surprise her head on my
shoulder
at church
open like the beach at midnight
open like it is-

what have i become

tortured
by
diamonds

Beauty

2006-09-23T01:29:00.000-04:00

a wooden foot spins a wooden wheel
a clay man throws a clay thought
a broken soul meets a broken self
a painted smile casts a painted light

and the artist works all through the night
letting none witness the painful death of a loved memory
keeping to himself the birth of a beautiful thought
this masterpiece that could save his life

he gently cradles the thought and rocks it to sleep
for its first night he must be careful
he must protect it or it will die of hatred
he must tell no one of Beauty

sarah paints smiles across fields of people
and the clay man throws a mountainous, painful night
but the artist works alone, as the poet watches
in awe of the incredible creation

in awe of what Beauty could be.

From Clay

2006-09-22T02:45:00.000-04:00

what does it mean
that you’re gone

am i broken?

the last time your hair
your hands

never threw away your picture

this bed
is so cold
without you

am i broken?

what does it mean
to be alone
and cold

where are you right now
if i could hold you
i would never
throw away
this bed
so cold
and
broken?

clay
lonely and wet
cold and wet
alone and wet
without shape
wet
sit on the stone
and spin
and spin
sit on the stone
wet
without shape
wet and alone
wet and cold
wet and lonely
clay

your hands
without your hands
touch me
put your thumb
inside my soul
and your forefinger
about my body
and shape me
as i spin

pinch my heart
until it rises
until it rises
pull my spirit
from the bottom
to the top
from the stone
to shape

from clay
to life.

dawn

2006-09-09T11:03:00.000-04:00

i woke up before light could wake me
i woke up to beat the pain
my world was shaded black
but i could hear you breathing

i woke up before the light
and i was still a part of you
there was nothing but
the simple cadence of night

alas dawn waits for no man
light seared the curtains
and i could see the clock
and i could count the minutes

i tried to suspend
my mind inside
your simple
cadence.

light knows nothing of love
it treats us all like we are
nothing more than separate
nothing more than alive.

the light ripped through me
and i saw myself
without you
alone

a mourning love.

2006-08-31T11:14:00.000-04:00

--you're a beautiful creation oh i open my eyes and the world is so alive because of you every second of the day makes itself into something i want to hold on to forever or longer

like the angel of acceptance you are my beautiful creation my love and the rain falls down on our heads the rain is so perfect and soft and warm it reminds me of my mother's tears when she told me she would always listen to me and that i never had to worry about her loving me because she is my mother and that's what mothers do, love their sons

single caress you are the moment i have chosen you are the purpose and the instant beautiful creation listen as i whisper you the songs that lull you to sleep you are the beautiful creation my love my angel i will always sing you into peaceful--

i am
love's
one
night
stand.

collect your things

2006-08-26T16:47:00.000-04:00

sarah painted me a picture of time
her canvas was literally miles long
i asked her, begged her really, to
only use the highest quality paint
imported straight from italy and
never touched by metal or any
other disgusting machinery

of course i paid for the paint and
canvas, and then i paid for her
time. i paid myself to pose in
front of her on a golden box that
i bought before gold was precious.
i made gold precious that day,
when sarah painted me, by begging
sarah to paint a tiny, white and
yellow gleam on the right corner
of the golden box. people who
care about gleams also care about
money and they bought my gold.
it was easier than i had expected.

i also had sarah paint a gleam
on the edge of my forehead
on the left side, unfortunately.
i should have chosen the right
because i did not become any
more precious than i was before.
instead i became an icon that
no one could touch or love.
it hurt more than i expected.

i had the painting, the gold,
myself, the gleam, and more
if you count my sudden wealth
of neglect, rejection, and self-
disgust.

i sold the painting for seven million pounds.
i sold the gold for eleven pounds.
i sold the gleam for twenty pounds.
i sold the neglect for twelve touches.
i sold the rejection for an afternoon date.
i sold the self-disgust for a dollar.

and i sold myself for your time.

4x4 forest

2006-08-26T16:32:00.000-04:00

there were several green trees surrounding my place
i lived in the center of the city

the green would expand in the summer and contract in the fall
the city did the opposite

i likened the tiny green worms that hung from my branches
to my tiny neighbors across the hall

i likened the worms to myself as well, and to all the other people
all the people in the city, at least

but i soon found out after a long discussion that they were not
worms at all, they were simply leaves

they were leaves of the tree, tiny leaves yes, leaves that moved
like a worm and they talked like a worm

but if a leaf says it's a leaf you do not argue. you simply hold it
close to your chest until it falls asleep

and it will dream for hours at a time, with images of adam and
gardens and what it's like to be a worm

i laughed at the leaf after it was sleeping, because i could easily
see that it would never be a worm

as long as it kept convincing people that it was a leaf
in the middle of a city.

petals

2006-08-22T11:32:00.000-04:00

silent as the last conversation
we sit and wonder and wait and
lonely we sit, together

but sound approaches like a
deafening train the sound is
innocent and unwarranted yet
it reaches us in the only
moment we will ever know
and it touches us and we
collapse with exhaustion
terrified that we might touch
ourselves, each other

and then we do touch
and sound caresses us
as light would a dying petal

forever, we sing
as a sunrise

sail

2006-08-22T11:21:00.000-04:00

i am abroad and sailing
the edges of the earth are
at my palms; there stands
the mountain, the colossus
there i shine my sword
there my soul shines like
years of determination
culminating in a single moment...

and where are you?

lost in the a turbulent, tiny sea
with a devilish circling current
it will always bring you back
to nothing more than itself

2006-07-31T01:27:00.000-04:00

don't give up on me, world
i'll be back soon.

fearless child, beautiful youth.

2006-07-07T01:53:00.000-04:00

i love you and i am not afraid no
i am not afriad

let them sleep

2006-06-21T12:09:00.000-04:00

passionate steam rises up like a translucent dancer
it catches on the ceiling while we sway to the music
it swirls on the walls and cushions my back, your back
as we smile thanking each other for creation and love

the water falls down like a shield from God
it protects us and warms us, it brings me into you
a drop wanders down your back peacefully, sweetly
as we close our eyes and thank God for everything alive

my fingers trace the steam and the drops of water
as your eyelids flutter and lips part
restful like sleep yet exciting like birth
above us the essence of time smiles broadly

and shields us from the world.

satisfied

2006-06-21T11:54:00.000-04:00

the man who never knew

i won't leave soon
and i'm smiling into blackness
sleeping through the edges of
colorful pages in a colorful novel
a suspensful thriller a #1 best seller
or at least it would have been if
i had ever taken the time to
finish writing it

the man who always knew

i will leave soon
why bother i snarl into blackness
sleeping through the edges of
grey blue pages in a broken novel
a suspenseful nothing a never-seller
or at least it would have been if
i had ever cared enough to
finish writing it

the man who we all knew

i may leave soon
but i am ready i shine into blackness
fiery words in calming colors mark the
edges of a lively novel, a #1 seller, a machine
that gave me life because i wrote it
and you smile while you cry at the end
because i finished writing it
every single day.

dinosaurs never made it this far

2006-06-15T23:47:00.000-04:00

i am an american
filled with television
slathered commercialism
an omnivore by nature
i hate broccoli, asparagus, onions, and peas
i like chicken, beef, shrimp, and fish
in a day i listen to music for more hours than i sleep
i restrict myself to 4 channels on tv
like some sort of diet
i memorize commercials
like they're vegetables

we are riveted
by each other

and we'll diet till we drop

nonsense travels too quickly

2006-06-14T17:25:00.000-04:00

i am the scarred edge of a collective truth

tortured as the irresistible canvas

speckled with abstractions and colloquial mumblings

can the harp play this song for us?
while we dance in rags and chains?

hold brother hold. mock the lessons papers learn
printing me hastily, without research.

i am the legend. i am the key.
sin is mapped out over the entire field.

and nonsense travels further than the most important truths
like: stay tonight.

and: i'll cook you breakfast.

and: i'll wake you with a kiss on the forehead.

and: live without regret, eggs, toast, no ham. a small glass of 2% milk. one fork. three napkins. a tray with a candid shot of santa. shirt, sheets, hair, no rubberband. a biscuit, trust. a fruit, smile. a dream, shared.

and: i love you, come to me and be happy.

a tire, a dream, and a tambourine

2006-06-13T03:31:00.000-04:00

wind and mist like rice and butter
a howl like mamma's call for supper
the extra kiss beneath a bridge
like grandma adding 'just a smidge'

can a white cube sweeten the afternoon
dissolving in tea like a southern moon
adding syllables to the evening air
slipping off tongues like an evening prayer

well into the night we swing
a tire, a dream, and a tambourine

sumo wrestle in the park

2006-06-10T01:50:00.000-04:00

i am desperate for your love
passionate one i dream of you
passionate one i cannot touch
the angel of my dreams

live in a city far away, love
be yourself and never see me
make money or tease men or drink
but when you come home to dream
there i'll be

and we cannot be together now
and the pain rips through me--
a timely laceration of the soul.

but my love remember:

i am the moment and the place
in which you will find
a simple harmony;
a shared peace.

surrounded

2006-06-09T11:30:00.000-04:00

you write in black and white
what color are the evenings
when the sun sets by the sea
what color are the first dates
when a glance starts butterflies
what color are the faces
when they see you unguarded
what color do you find in minutes
spent by the fire on a cold night
spent with a lover on morning trips
spent with a lover over the wires
spent alone on top of the Mountain

you write in black and white
but never let that stop you
from saturating your being
with vibrant life.

remaining red bulb and stencils

2006-06-09T11:26:00.000-04:00

the last exit sign
shined bright over the earth
orange and red bright bright bright!
but no one went to it
not a soul left our precious circle
we were together at last we were together
all of us together
and we used the exit sign
to light our all-night dance parties

just in case

2006-06-07T02:32:00.000-04:00

i contemplate, too.
i question, too.
i dream of contentment.
and what lies ahead
no one knows.

but i wrote a song
just for you.
just in case.

campfire dreams

2006-06-06T01:58:00.000-04:00

whats left is a bruised smile
a broken backyard dream
of grills and children singing
disney songs on guitars with
macaroni and cheese and
hotdogs on a campfire.

whats left is a bruised smile
in autumn with light jackets
hoping winter is cold this year
so that the slopes are soft
and hair back elastic easy
so that the words are soft
songs on a campfire.

sing to me princess, time
sing like the road to freedom
is built note by note by note...

stream of wandering consciousness

2006-06-04T21:00:00.000-04:00

yeah so walking through the mall was never as fun as when i was completed. walking around the mall was really something to look forward to and there was the carousel and there was the coke and the falling asleep. walking around the mall meeting people and sometimes sitting sometimes pacing. and talking. a little nervous because i was so surprisingly comfortable. a little nervous because i was so happy. a little nervous because i was having so much fun. wishing i could just walk around the mall forever. wishing i would never run out of battery. wishing i was a lithium-ion man. wishing i was not alone.

where are you and why didn't i stay on the carousel?

God I miss the me at the mall.

100 nights

2006-06-04T01:27:00.000-04:00

the story of a life
settles in like a campfire
warm it cracks and pops
it lights the hillside that
others mind find it
to sleep soundly
by its side

my story is no different than yours
put to words birds fly with different wings
but their flights are all the same:
beautiful, uninhibited, free

and what is a story
but a masterful dream
put to words?

waiting for a touch

2006-06-01T15:17:00.000-04:00

they call them the 5:15 birds.
in the mornings cool and crisp
dew on the edge of every breath
the birds narrate life frankly
not just life, my life
and they never lie

more often than not
they are my lullaby
and my history
my thursday morning
(the call that never came)
is their favorite story
their mindful chorus

the precious
the 5:15 birds.

a moment for ever.

2006-05-31T01:36:00.000-04:00

can a memory suffice
for those we could have loved

will dreams satisfy
our deepest passionate maybes

she is dancing
she is dreaming
she is warm rain
she is summers
she is waiting
she is moving on
she is hopeful
she is changed
she is changing me

am i brave to face time
or foolish to waste it

am i yours for now only
or is this the forever
of a song.

mistake of the evening

2006-05-30T22:46:00.000-04:00

to ignore desire
to fall into responsibility
to restrict the soul
efforts of degeneration

don't just move on.

while you breathe,
desire.
pursue.
love.

three days

2006-05-30T13:44:00.000-04:00

calls received
there i lay and walked about
there i sat and stood around
a new butterfli to listen to
is it a breeze just passing through

three days have i been laying blind
a test to see effects of time
and still it withstood emptiness
is it for naught or even less

post new wishes on the wall
watch as older papers fall
a picture worthy of the word
a hope alive; a spirit stirred
calls received

plea

2006-05-27T00:08:00.000-04:00

rhythm rhythm save us all
before another lonely night
before i break the final fight
before graffiti stains the walls
before the bars' last sorrow calls
rhythm rhythm save us all
spin me into loving arms again

60 a night.

2006-05-27T00:05:00.000-04:00

lay in the hotel room.

sit alone by the fireplace.

and pretend you've found yourself.

just smile like you thought you should.

and lay in a crisp bed until the news fades away.

somewhere between lost, late, and us

2006-05-15T01:07:00.000-04:00

lost in grits and sweet tea
i'm bumping through the night
it's only chocolate and chips
i'm losing myself in flashes

whats left is a story or two
two lives like two streams in the south
never crossing but once, never touching but then
and for moments the two streams
become one

time is lost in tunnels and grits
sweet as the tea are the chocolate chips
stories of streams touching tatoos and bare
pieces of memories stuck still somewhere

between lost, late, and us

i dont need

2006-05-08T21:07:00.000-04:00

i don't need
could there be
to know
there is

i don't need
would it work
to know
it would

i don't need
why aren't you
to know
you aren't

and i don't need
will it stay
to know
it will.

swingthoughts

2006-05-08T21:02:00.000-04:00

there is a leftover feeling
that swings over my heart
it kicks its legs like a happy child
it kicks its whispers like a happy night
every day it swings faster, higher

without regret...

prisoners of a customized world

2006-04-25T10:14:00.000-04:00

now now don't fret
they are all alive and well
your friends and families
no one can be harmed

crunch
crunch

don't worry child
you'll never be hungry
and papa keeps the house
at a balmy 78 all year

crunch
crunch

sisters and brothers
we are all a people of the land
living on our knees, in metal clothes
prisoners of a customized world

crunch
crunch

but we all lie down
in the same dirt and duty
for in the end we are naught
but leaves and breeze

introspectare

2006-04-12T11:17:00.000-04:00

i bend and i curl 'round the edge of the world
it matches me catches me, begging for pearls
i retreat to the deepest of depths in the sea
for i am the clam with red swirls.

outside find the lies the intolerable shouts
all fighting you crying to keep you in doubt
but pearls from sand weigh more in the hand
than a pile of sand in the mouth.

and a red swirled clam
smiles calmingly when
it's launched up onto the shore
for a red swirled clam
knows no single man
could ever know just what it's worth.

'i know, i know'

2006-04-10T11:37:00.000-04:00

and don't, for a second, think that you know what happened
you don't know what happened your imagination sees disney
your mind creates a hollywood ending with credits and outtakes
you can't help it and i don't blame you, nor do i blame hollywood
but don't, for a second, think that you know what happened
all you know is a story

glassyhope

2006-04-10T11:25:00.000-04:00

the eyes lived
though they were glassy and lifeless
they lived and they talked to me
they told me their story in a half-second
the eyes lived

i passed them on the street
i stopped and i touched them
i decided they were worthy
i allowed them to enter me
i passed them in a dream
i passed them on the street

i questioned the eyes and they questioned me
they pierced my heart they longed for me
i begged them to hold on to me
they begged me to catch them
but they tumbled into the darkness

i deemed them worthy of my time
i was their final sight
the eyes lived, and hoped, in their last seconds
before he died

abundant warmth

2006-03-22T09:59:00.000-05:00

abundant sunshine is my
great big peanut butter and jelly sandwich
that i pack with a smile every morning
crunchy peanut butter and strawberry jelly
wheat bread with the crusts (they're healthy)
and a great big crunchy strawberry smile

abundant sunshine is my
wish i make when i wake before my alarm
just one or two minutes before, just enough time
to peeeeek out the window and relax in bed
covers up around my head
in peace with my warm sunshine

surround me, abundant sunshine
it's almost time for lunch
and i just woke up

by the blue

2006-03-15T01:08:00.000-05:00

do you love?

stretch yourself across the blue
the graceful blue extends beyond
nights lost in maroon candlelight
mornings treated to sun and cereal
afternoons blanketed by contentment
and lifetimes of endless knowing looks
by the blue, love,
meet me by the blue.

return of the

2006-03-15T01:04:00.000-05:00

slipping into the grip slipping right into it
how it holds me twists me into something
i will never sit alone i will never sit alone

towards you

2006-03-15T00:59:00.000-05:00

in the distance i see you waving
and the air around me is cool
i am flying towards the echoes
i am soaring above the masses

you are the destination

and we measure our steps in time

so what is 7 days
to the birds and butterflies?

settling for happiness

2006-03-09T10:45:00.000-05:00

truth and loss are words that often lose themselves within themselves and fall into their hoarded wealths where listening with someone else could lead to finding nothing.

truth and loss are hand in hand as they circle in the sand and down and down and understand they cannot meet in yesterland 'cause gone is gone. all we have left is an echo of an empty set, a depression in an empty bed, little more than nothing.

goodbye truth and loss, i'll stick with what i know and be

content.

tinder

2006-02-28T16:52:00.000-05:00

the simple dreams collide with expectations
in explosive milestones and similar failings
flames leap from the crash with fearless hellos
'don't collapse,' they say
'we will all be together in the end'

and the flames never impose their beliefs on anyone
burning reassurance--unflickering passion
the collision of dreams and expectations
is inevitable in this cold state
in our cold state

'fear not, children in the mist
we will all be together in the end'

for the rain

2006-02-22T23:00:00.000-05:00

the flowers swirled in the wind
mesmer eyes did i watch as one petal
floated towards the earth

. you are so beautiful in the rain

pendular like an oscillating love
the busses go by and by such that
i don't miss them when their gone

soaking wet i lift you off the world
and kiss you into a distant paradise

clasped inside a necklace and snapped
inside a dragon, collected inside the tiniest
wet droplets on the tip of my nose

. i'll never forget the happiest tears
. i'll never forget the trespassing love
. and i'll never forget
. the water massing in your eyelashes

. you are so beautiful in the rain

all but a corner

2006-02-22T22:53:00.000-05:00

there was the package receipt on the ground
there it was
the upper right corner was torn completely off
the bottom left was smothered in mud
signed in the middle was a scribbled: JB
the excitement was almost illegible
due to yesterday's rain
and i picked it up
folded it three times

and placed it in my pocket

avance, mon ami.

2006-02-16T20:59:00.000-05:00

shiver dawn, shiver dawn
let's go back to sleep
i trusted sweetness
and my arm tingled on
'neath your warm neck

lonely rose, lonely rose
c'mon and feel the scar
i lived as a vaseful
i withered, lonely rose
until nothing was left

candle light, candle light
i beg you to enchant me
i bled slow dancing
i treated you to darkness
you flickered me alone

feathered dream, feathered dream
i feel your wings inside me
i've lost the earth below
you caress the lonely dawns
and fly me to your home.

breeze

2006-02-16T17:15:00.000-05:00

there you are

in the breeze. you are so soft

all around me. you fly it all

away from me and leave

just you and me. and

here we are.

through the silhouetted leaves

2006-02-09T22:24:00.000-05:00

i love when she laughs and closes
her eyes are the little beauties of the night
that still me and keep me aligned like
the constellations i see through the trees

and beautiful constellations they are

i love when she touches my heart with
her tender tender kisses and they reach
deep inside of me further than any one
could possibly reach by accident

and beautiful eyes and hand-holding star-gazing
face-brushing heart-racing nights

and beautifully slow does the evening pass
i thank my stars the connected stars
that the minutes i have with beauty
last as beautifully long as they do

and i can use that word, beauty, as often as i want
because it is my word, now it is mine again

oh i love you my beautiful constellations
i love you my midnight moonkisses
i love you sparkling eyes with
our hands interlocked
in our own perfect
beautiful
scene

burning passion, remedy

2006-02-03T01:06:00.000-05:00

he didn't hear the beat
though it was loud as birth
he was lost within himself
and he was losing everything

i stuck my greatest asset
into my best oven
and baked it at 425
to serve at his party

but he didn't show

explanation of to stay

2006-02-01T13:39:00.000-05:00

i, too, had a dream last night

in it i fell fell like in every other night
the scenery changes sometimes the temperature
but i was fallling falling like always last night
and i passed by a new scene called LIGHT
it touched me for the split second it lasted
it lifted me it shocked me it freed me
i managed to snap my arm out and tear a slice
and i tasted the LIGHT and it was so tempting
it was so good i wanted more i had to have more
i was falling further and further away and i needed
i needed i needed and i had wanted for so long
the LIGHT
but i was scared, i was shocked, this was finding what i lost
i wasn't ready was i not? i was tempted so i stopped
i let the scene pass me by so i could have some time
time to think time to think and decide what to do
about this scene that caressed me, what to do about
the LIGHT
i waited half a day and opened my eyes to see that i was still falling
falling again like always and i could barely see the light and it
it was leaving me? it was floating higher as i fell it was shrinking
becoming just as dark as what lay below me
so i stretched out my arm. i stretched it for inches and feet and miles and days
and i stretched it for three months exactly
and i grabbed hold of the light and pulled it into my heart
and i loosened my grip
and it stayed close to me and i knew it meant it
and i held the light like i hold a lover
like one holds a dream in the morning
like one holds infinity in the afternoon
like a teacher holds a book
like a student holds the first lesson he ever learned
i held the light like i hold a lover

and when i woke up
she kissed me softly on the lips

to stay?

2006-01-31T23:14:00.000-05:00

these butterflis in me are making me question
question everything that i see and hear
and i am so excited
that they are back

the sea

2006-01-30T00:35:00.000-05:00

treat the islands of correction
in the sea of disillusionment
as misplaced 'understandings'
left lonely for those who lone

we have the eyes we have because we are meant to have them

such is the nature of the sea

natural right

2006-01-30T00:25:00.000-05:00

i am freedom
and i breathe for you
like the fresh dreams of youth
and the long scent of autumn
like the sweet splash of purity
on the calloused skin of knowing
like the aged wisdom of hope
in a bruised spirit and body

i am freedom
and i breathe for you

re

2006-01-30T00:18:00.000-05:00

does that quick question flash
back and forth in your mind
in and out again and then again
is a beat of in and out and
again you surrender in
and out again you are alone
but flash like in and out
again it is back to see you
off like a letter coated in
and out again perfume that
never leaves you in and out
again.

rosy dreams

2006-01-28T14:00:00.000-05:00

could you be alive for me and dance until the river trees
sing along your melodies and rosy rosy rosy cheeks
and love me like a superstar touch me like a lessonscar
for men have traveled very far to witness what i see

strap this feeling to your heart and wear it as your counterpart
attach it to your dailystart and show it how you truly are
forget me nots but let me gos broken pots and chilly toes
for men have watched a thousand shows to witness what i see

to see this real vivacity the remedy for complacency
disjunct to the normality those rosy rosy rosy cheeks
your touch is on my overcoat it sings to me a single note
and men have dreams of rosy hope to witness what i see

The Goose and The Skinkle

2006-01-27T14:03:00.000-05:00

i am having an incredible day
says the goose to the skinkle
whip-grinayduhdee dee!
replies the skinkle
the goose shrugs and walks away
and the skinkle smiles and kicks off her shoes

i guess the moral of the story is
skinkles always win

always

2006-01-27T01:31:00.000-05:00

what is it to say always
when you can smear it back and forth
i'm not in your steely dream
i reject the words you force

a residue of your always
as it was torn and ripped away
night is the empty, tattered heart
the wasted side of day

when coins jingle in their pockets
chilled fingers lust for sound
what is it to say always
when what you mean is just for now

firefli

2006-01-22T22:01:00.000-05:00

do you think love has extension
or is it merely an idea among men
does it exist only while we cup it
in our hands?

does it flutter around us like summer's
living evening light
close enough to see its brilliance
but just out of our reach?

i miss your touch, love

but i know you are beside me
and i'll always be grateful

Cornermarket Shrink

2006-01-19T18:36:00.000-05:00

three years i've been going to the same gas station
and i get the same hot dog every day with the same chili
they change it every other day and they replace the hotdogs
once a week

and i've said the same thing to the attendant every day since
she never hears me anyway
sometimes i do change the word order of the sentences
and i count the number of words to equal the amount of
dollars i pay for the hot dog with chili
but she hasn't noticed yet or if she has
she hasn't told me

it's sort of a sad exchange of money for food; soul for redemption;
eyes for a blindfold; legs for a cane; heart for a soulmate
and yet

it's the most relaxing part of my day
so 'one hot dog with chili' it is

aware

2006-01-14T02:14:00.000-05:00

most people can't see

the beauty in the rain
the purity of a child
the pain in the news
their own scarred reflections

but we can, and we are
better for it.

did he have passion

2006-01-14T02:10:00.000-05:00

collapse into the
effect of the day
on your body
on your soul

surrender to the
passion of the moment
on your being
on your heart

release the reminders
that you have a future
and collect the seconds...

live now

with no regrets

wake up an hour early

2006-01-07T02:14:00.000-05:00

a simple slide
soft like looking up into your eyes
a simple kiss
soft like the goosebumps of surprise
a simple smile
soft like touch wrinkled white sheets
a simple down
soft like a playful set of teeth

a simple you
a simple me
soft as morning comes
it leaves

us both smiling

love like ours

2006-01-03T03:56:00.000-05:00

yes, we are apart
but love like ours
could never be torn
by distance or time

sleep with ease
knowing that
i am smiling
with you

The Invincibility of Parasites

2006-01-02T12:48:00.000-05:00

and sin the emotionless masterpiece
three years old and dying
a parasitic Three on my heart
a disastrous Three that lives alone
but Three alive and never dead
never does Three die i love that
Three is a part of me but i hate
everything about it

and sin the emotionless masterpiece
is an exhibit that my conscience
has become obsessed with to the point
of madness
but the blow to conscience is light
in impossible comparison to its brother,
Brother Change, who is now a grown man
a grown man with arms like a militarine
and a heart as popular as Schoenberg

Brother Change, you are our only defense
against the parasite
the emotionless masterpiece

hills on the horizon

2006-01-02T12:28:00.000-05:00

there are the hills
like one grinning reminder
so beautiful from afar
so cold, ferocious within
there are the hills

forget the injustice of it all
simple, release your foolish pride
forget the windows the wariness
align yourself with hope and listen
to the rain

the wet, the rain whispers
it seizes you and holds you
caressing your face it dissolves
your worries and your doubts
and you will be aligned and ready
ready to face the ferocity of love

there are the hills

greendragon

2005-12-28T20:06:00.000-05:00

what is the cause-this collection
of emotions-this impression of
someone else's song-what is the
cause-this touch of another love
upon my sweaty brow-this distant
compaction-this lesson learned-
this lonely state-what is the cause

i'm waiting with my sword
but it circles around and
laughs encircling laughs

lone

2005-12-28T19:36:00.000-05:00

come see the blue

it is truth what are you

come taste the edge of mind

it is reason what are you

come to me and know love

it is real

what are you

lone

2005-12-28T19:26:00.000-05:00

where are you
i've been waiting, now
sitting around where
are you
my time is slipping
slipping into where
are you slipping
come back to me
come to me i am where
you should be
where
are you

2005-12-27T23:02:00.000-05:00

this is a test

and we're having fun

and now we're italicized

sweet dreams

2005-12-27T01:39:00.000-05:00

eyes closing my dream begins or does it
yes it does and i close my eyes hoping
hoping that tonight it will be of you

the eve of generosity

2005-12-25T01:14:00.000-05:00

what joy! when truth shows and generous
generous is the day, this joyous day
as the speed rests, the work stills
alive is joy because generous is upon us!
generous love and show the truth
leave everything behind today and show
show the truth

no package contains love no bow
shines on its outer edges no paper
surrounds its body but still love
is a gift on this holiday a gift that
fills every well-wrapped package

what joy! i am perfectly filled
and i haven't opened a single thing

for your journey

2005-12-25T01:09:00.000-05:00

take this thought that i fill with every ounce
of love and devotion, of care and intention,
of intensity and affection, of passion and peace,
take this thought that i fill with every second
of time that i miss, of time that i remember
of time that i dream, of time that i still have,
take this thought and let it linger
let it stand alone against the winds
watch as it fights--watch as it fights
for this thought will never leave your side
take this thought, and know you are safe
you are strong
you are loved

what i see when i close my eyes

2005-12-25T01:04:00.000-05:00

could you even glimpse the beautiful
i asked mad rabbit memory
mad rabbit memory who only took from me
mad rabbit memory that despised one
i asked mad rabbit memory why he took
from me the beautiful and why he played
with my only memory of the lips of the
beautiful the horrible mad rabbit memory
who comes and goes just in time
for the beautiful to flash in and out of my thoughts
and mad rabbit memory
races around again and again
but he is too fast and he only catches
a glimpse of the beautiful
but a glimpse nonetheless

with a kiss

2005-12-23T22:15:00.000-05:00

so soft and so soft as in a dream
and i kiss so soft on the cheek
as if on the cheek is in a dream
and so soft is the kiss so soft
i don't wake the beautiful
the beautiful i kiss to wake
not to wake the beautiful
but to wake my own, my being
and so soft, so soft as in a dream
i wake

Oh Beautiful

2005-12-23T21:57:00.000-05:00

truth is the only sound

when i am alone with the world

and the beautiful. the beautiful.

when the world trusts me, when the world smiles

i am so. i am trusted. oh when i have the world

i am so lucky to have the beautiful. the beautiful.

i love this world because when we are alone

truth is the only sound

natural limits

2005-12-22T10:38:00.000-05:00

i am so old and aging still
it's some sort of process they think
a natural decay or natural growth
something natural i guess
but they really don't know anything yet

so party on!

compound fracture

2005-12-21T11:17:00.000-05:00

flapping in the wind, it stings
and i'm open, so open, for the world to see
you scrutinize, you laugh and think you know
but i am not as injured as you think
i may be flapping in the wind
but i choose my destiny

with or without you, world

lostibilities

2005-12-21T01:32:00.000-05:00

curiosity killed the cat

but at least
he knew

optimism

2005-12-21T00:56:00.000-05:00

you all should know that good things do happen
and when you should know that happens things
often are good when you know what you should do
but all good things should happen when they
are things you should know

but only if they're good

to the end

2005-12-18T01:48:00.000-05:00

and there it goes
floating off into the wind
the last of my hope
the last of any wish
i might have dreamed
but now i'm left
empty

and i am left
now
alone

only

2005-12-11T12:13:00.000-05:00

i only want to talk to you
i only want to fix this
i only have myself to give
i hope that is enough

because i want only you
for the rest of my only life
to be my only one

only together
will we be only no more

letter

2005-12-10T18:27:00.000-05:00

i am so hopeful right now
all i want is for this letter
to make my world
whole again

december

2005-12-01T01:57:00.000-05:00

it's so cold without you love

i have layers and layers and layers
you'll see no tears from these eyes
but i convulse and cold you watch
i fight shivers amid flaming realities

an evil sort of inescapable cold
that sneaks into my thoughts
controls my body with shakes and voodoo
and never relents the chilling reminders

i don't seek warmth
only the weak died from fear
i seek courage
because so many of the strong
never lived

and i refuse to freeze with you watching

rhyme and reason

2005-11-25T01:32:00.000-05:00

love is a word that
understands everything i
never knew or could
possibly know

irrelevant as the inevitable
grasp of memories that
quite often
never let me alone

only confidence is the
fact that existence
is quite necessary for the
continuance of existence

i am probably placed here
for a reason

that, at least, i think i know.

gibraltar

2005-11-25T01:25:00.000-05:00

a fort built with flowers and candy
the walls made of kisses and smiles
reinforced with glances and gifts
furnished with chairs and beds of promises

promises that the fort would never fall

divine inquiry

2005-11-14T22:44:00.000-05:00

god exists in the outer regions
about which i can only guess
but i know they envelop us all

god can arrange an impossibility
and insert it into our disbelief
like i would dip a cookie in milk

there is no god cannot
because god can all
and therefore all is god is all

god is a simple mathematical complexity
an involuntary process of self-creation
an innovation in the world of the unaware

and what a tingly surprise it will be
to find that the answer we sought
was actually the question
in the first place

an impermanent impression

2005-11-14T22:29:00.000-05:00

i have rain inside my ears (an entire thunderstorm!)
and because of it i can hear none of you
i see your mouths moving and your frustration
but i really don't care because i'm having a blast
watching you fumble is hilarious

i also have a stadium that encircles my bed
often it is so loud that i can't sleep at night
so lately i have placed potted meat in each row
and i don't blame you for not coming to scream
how frustratingly ironic, the stench is unbearable
i laugh myself to bitter exhaustion, and dream of you
screaming

i talk to doormen because their job is so unnecessary
yet so philanthropic; we connect on a level that
most of you will never understand

timidity

2005-11-14T22:11:00.000-05:00

i've got a nervous answering machine
that sometimes erases blockbuster reminders
to please me, or rather to keep me pleased

but lately it has outstepped its bounds
by erasing letters from my mailbox
and body signals from my out and abouts

in fact i haven't seen my dog in quite a while
and my kids disappeared yesterday, or day before
i noticed in the nursery two smiley-face post-its in their place

odd this circuit-city rebate masterpiece machine
it deleted seven new friends before i even met them
and it blinked 'no new messages' all night long.

impressionism

2005-11-14T12:45:00.000-05:00

debussy, dream me
a world of beauty
for my waking

head to head

2005-11-11T00:22:00.000-05:00

tantalizing brown eyes
lips so desperate
but not yet.

i'm sorries

2005-11-07T16:58:00.000-05:00

as unheard as the echoes
that caress cold ears
after a landslide

simple machines

2005-11-07T01:08:00.000-05:00

disarming
completing
you

hiatus

2005-11-06T16:37:00.000-05:00

i am home waiting
the fire is cozy, nostalgic
and i'm uncuddled

yourconcern?

2005-11-06T16:26:00.000-05:00

i'm not lonely without
your whispered
opinions

antimonotony

2005-11-03T16:14:00.000-05:00

do you ever
sit back
to watch?

Complete

2005-10-31T19:26:00.000-05:00

Like hand in hand
___strolling in 3/4 time
with absolutely everything
___at our fingertips

All happiness enclosed
___inside our grasp