Sunday, May 29, 2011

How lovely

"This is how I feel."  Says songs,
sad songs.  It's inevitable or so
I imagined.  Things said to many
folks, whispers and distributions.

An ache.  With and without.
Blunders.  So many, so abounding
that questioning ensues.  Nothing
present, though.  Not that I have done.

So what of this evening?  An
Owl, an answer, a friend
or two.  Who decides what
really happened and how do
we ever really know?  What
makes this mind of mine think
of wander into cave corners?

I'm uneasy.  I'm ill prepared.

I'm waiting for mistakes and
that call to tell me you screwed up
and you're sorry.  I'm sewing.

It's not supposed to be hard.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Oh my.

In evening times
I relent to shared
beds and shared patterns.

I give you fullness,
honesty and intricates.

I hand over words
without meanings,
understandings and gravity.

I smile for you and sway.

These thoughts I've shared
are without boundaries.

These ribbons extend
through galaxies, my
planet and through times.

Hell yeah

I win now
like never


The holy shit
moment has

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Long sentences

Maybe I was kind of done
but then I had a dream
that entailed a minivan
and a driver who was
spinning us around town
in a circle and then my wife
was gone somewhere, shopping
or something, and we were in
the back seat.

Nothing happened
really, except that we
didn't speak to each other-
which is plausible if it were
real life, but the flick of an
index finger upon your
curled up hand sitting
next to your thigh.

That's all it took.

So then the dream ended
and before I could transpose
the people as I am doing now,
I inlayed many other
scenarios that I wish had

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Guadalupe or something

The silly in
my belly

The jump.
The harmony of

invisible tethering.  Can
I claim

anyone?  I
assume not, but

it is my
fortune to


Drops and feathers
falling on tongues
wildly swinging
into spring rain.

We did that.  We
drank the rain.


I collect you in clumps
of pollen on my car.
My favorite color,
the itch in my eyes.
Never letting me stray
my attentions, look.
I look and look.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011


I've learned to
climb the

the roses have
bloomed so the

decent is rainbow
flowered and

Sunday, May 15, 2011


In light of recent events
At 32 knots the wind
I realize we are still
Trees, trees, they are
Squirrel cheeks, ha!

Level Z





Saturday, May 14, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I'm sorry

The ivy vine.
Again, again,

fucking pattern.
Those tiny tendrils.

Squeeze the life
from all

sides.  Leave
me be. Leave

me be.  So
many demands

few hours.
To go with

it.  I go
with it.

know what
to say or

how to describe.
This new

love is
not yet understood.

The Moon

The other day I was told to pretend.
During my adventure I rode a hot air
balloon up through the clouds.  They
twinkle even without the plane window.
Once I was done ooohing at that, I
decided to go higher.  I left the Earth's
atmosphere and landed on the moon.
I felt like a child running down and then
up the giant craters with my arms spread
open like Superman.  I relinquished gravity
when I wanted to do sommersaults like
Charlie in Wonka's chocolate factory. 
Now that I am at my desk looking up
at this tiny glowing sphere through leaves
on my neighbor's tree, I imagine that I
am dancing with a partner.  It's not that
I don't love to adventure alone, it's just
more fun to exchange energetic movements.

Sunday, May 8, 2011


Who's the Maypole?  I'm asking because the month is May and I feel like a braid with more than three ribbons.  It's my job and the work is well paid.  The ends though?  Frayed.  Don't mind the rhyme there, it's not forced.  I am in agony for my skip-about friends.  Mama is tired and love drained.  Her heart aches with the best of them.  Her tears fill oceans.  This sprouted grain granola bar only shoves down so much.  Anyway, my toil is accounted for.  Sorry for all the metaphors and is rough out there. If I lived in Alabama I wouldn't need to apologize.  The thing is, I live in the unhappiest state in the country.  I should have ended it there but my job is to spread hope.  None of you know how amazing you are.  If you did, you wouldn't be reading this.  Take my word for it and believe it.  Then - act, know, take in the awesomeness that is you.  I want to seeeeeeee it!  Show me.  Then maybe I'll stop writing. 


"Indigo.  Indigo."
Is that what she said? Ingido?
I think so.  What is she talking about?
"I just need to feel your mouth.
Please.  I'm being a baby.  I know."
I don't understand her.
"I know."

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Good Night

Good night whipped cream
and flour-less chocolate cake;
the cherry in the jar sits
on the counter.

It'll wait for tomorrow
for consumption.  The
sundae on Sunday
made in the cool breeze.

I'll eat it on the porch
in my rocking chair,
with my shoulders back
and my hair down.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Unlike Creeley

down below glass
bubbles left in
steins with clasp
tops.  foam of ocean
shores.  that pollution
that cleansing.  to give

through prism of
crystal all druzy
based and elegant.
that nature, those
floating Devas aligning
seed and soil.

what grows may
be weed or apple
tree, home to
cardinals or egg
stealing jays. we

watch cloud formations
read i-ching or divine
from letters what not
to follow.  yet with
confusion comes
frustration. with that -

to process and innerness-
our true perfection.

That wasn't so bad

I can walk
upon a rock

a boulder gray
and hollow

then arch
my back

along cold curves
and gaze

into tomorrow

I like to eat chocolate and I like to read poetry

Well, it seems I can have my Hazelnuts in Milk Chocolate and and a lil' love poem, too.  Chocolove makes delicious bars in all varieties and prints love poems on the inside wrapper.  I found today's poems to be just lovely.  Here it is:

from Fly Not Yet

Fly not yet! the fount that played,
In times of old, through Ammon's shade,
Though icy cold by day it ran,
Yet still, like sounds of mirth, began
     To burn when night was near;
And thus should woman's heart and looks
At noon be cold as winter brooks,
Nor kindle till the night, returning,
Brings their genial hour for burning.
     O! stay-O! stay-
When did morning ever break
And find such beaming eyes awake
     As those that sparkle here!

Thomas Moore

Hey, I'm at over 1,000 posts and I didn't make any whooplah.....let me find some.