Fast
I like roller coasters for their lunging speed.
The way everything inside of me is forced to take shelter
close to my heart.
The way my toes feel closer to me than ever before.
The unexpected relationship I have with my navel.
Grand. Total. Unique.
And we all take shelter together - navel, toes, heart.
We huddle, smiling, laughing, screaming -
joyful and afraid;
exhilarated and nervous;
safe ... and smiling.
You and I should get together some time
and climb to the top in a red cart
and see the world beneath us.
We should hold hands
and rely on our hearts
to comfort everything inside us
as we speed ahead....
laughing.
smiling.
unique.
eye to eye
fluctuations of anticipations
for conflagrations of past relations
expounding one on top the other
gather now for reciprocations...
a tree gone old in the sun and shine
but washed in the rain when it's dark.
a virgin old and smiling now
by the trees in the snow in the park.
fatter flowers with lushing buds
were there before you smelled them
and here you go on your, you know...
so much i could have kissed him....
08/09/2006
the bars***
Hollows in walls with men of ancient art
calm my rivers, swollen in pits of ruin.
I call on seas and ranges built of gold.
Call on me when stars are vacant,
when skies spill over in your cup.
Tea will tell you all I know,
so count on them to cheer you.
Call on me when times are rough
and waves crash on rock.
There I'll be in scapes of blue
Silent and waiting,
I'd call on you.
You Wave - Me Break
This is a breaking
a following
to me
find find find
me on the mountain
where you said
- you fucking said -
all the gurus went
smoke is a screen.
i'll eat you.
and on the hill
the sun, the food, the plant with the leaf so red -
I'll stare in this hell with your arm -
Your arm a shallow wave around me.
mountains. pages. mountains of pages.
when time corrects
and you can't see your hands
let the shine lead me
faith in the time is weighted
pull it in.
i'm like a net of happenstance
once pulled, it's real.
look.
I know.
but... look.
Yesterday's Lunch Date
another one I want to be a song
*******************************
you repeat our words like documents
a treatise to use as peace
but your voice runs smooth
and your eyes are open
-don't call yourself a forest with just one tree.
you used to make my legs quake
my heart, it rattled too
my hands couldn't stop finding new skin
and my eyes - they couldn't read you
i ran into your naked wall
the one i shouldn't see
it bruised my eyes, my fingers, thighs
and my legs are now too weak
to wonder where it comes from
-that string of hot and heat
pulling from my spine and toes
to my white and chattering teeth
i used to get nervous
on my way to you
till you fucked me up
you turned me out
and told me you wanted to move.
so yesterday i went back
and i wore my favorite skirt.
i saw your photo on the tv
and i laughed at your couch so pert
if you were a road to something else
i would have worn my boots
and tap danced on the face i loved
to touch, to kiss, to shoot
if i had time to write you this
then time is a waste of space
cause all that's wrong is the missing shake
and splat on the page of my ink.
Cheap
Can you help me out
I'm looking for a meal
A cheeseburger or chips
or somethin's gonna do me in.
I've been lookin for help all day
I walked five miles to get here
and now i can't get home
to where my mom needs me.
quarters last from palms to fronds
and blade to tip of grass
play this sax on church street
i'm moving from this place
nickels aren't a dime-sized worth
like the change my change could make
every day will end one way
and bus tickets don't come cheap
a nickel will get you food
but what you need to do is eat
i'm moving from this place
playing my sax on church street
Three Boxes
It's true. I want to make this one into a song.
****
Three boxes left
and they last
for five months
from the corner of the dining room
by my old bookcase
to the corner in the basement for more
Call me to get them
or forget them
and at your yard sale
when you're moving out
I'll buy it all back
for three dollars a box
the tape still tight
the cardboard damp
the bookcase filled with all your shit
taking up my space
Three boxes left to go
I could stop by tomorrow
but I won't
too heavy to carry out
too light to drop
they are handled
pushed
tucked away in the dusty dark
three more boxes
three more boxes
"I was looking for that sweater a year ago," and
"Been there all the time"
It's been there all the time
that sweater's always been mine
And if you were a convenient store
I'd marvel at the deal
Peace and closure at three bucks a pop
is such a fuckin' steal
"Let's hang out, get coffee someday"
as I tuck my boxes away
but the last three bucks I had
are on your bookcase
flat and damp
paying homage -
coffee will have to wait
until the day that i get paid
when i get paid we'll box some more
and you can't have your say
three boxes left and they last
from here to there
three boxes left and they last
till the yard sale next year
Bar & Pool-inspired
Irascible - a fixation of pundits
bandits
nitwits
drag them down a notch
with smoke from lips
and haught - i - ness
cry to them
"you dick-nosed mcgee,
i'll show you a thing or two.
or not."
fuck.
Euphemisms for "There's a booger on your nose, dude."
From Christen:
Looks like your bush caught a fly... knowwhatI'msayin?
Vacuum cleaner is spitting out grit, man...knowwhatI'msayin?
Got a drop of dew on the leaf, man...knowwhatI'msayin?
Got a seed outside the apple...knowwhatI'msayin?
You got a green, sticky pimple on your nose, dude...knowwhatI'msayin?
From Joey:
You have a jumper on the ledge...knowwhatI'msayin?
This post brought to you by the letter B and the number "Dude, there's a booger on your nose!"
