Sunday, June 8, 2008


Was there anything that couldn't be done. That long lean back turning the earth, turning minds young and old. More graceful than the best dancer, thoughts that make a scholar feel lazy, stamina that would make a boxer stumble. The beauty of a rained upon pine. The fragrance, unforgetable. Forgive me for being lost in her beauty.

bow first

Sun baked mind, far fetched eyes, crippled gesture. Billow, bellow, ball, fall down false prince. Forgotten language, imagined past, forged future. Water rushing, back straining, eel traps dead ahead. Course cleared, brow wiped, struggle now with that grip. Blister, a bit of pain, fatigue haunts. Tongue to broken tooth, smell the sweet sulfur, bow first into the swirlling eddy.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

bit spit pony

The implosion of brilliance strained by the sheer beauty bleached all darkness from her eyes.The trip taken, the path, the course, the purpose, all was wavering. A sip, a kiss, a caress, a smoky rumination of a bit spit pony. The pissing cold rain all the sudden made sense.

Friday, March 7, 2008


Fresh fallen slush gives away as you take a sip of warmth. Who would not want to join you? Those portals you peek through leave the rest wondering how to sidle up to such sweet water. Is it possible to know I wonder as I drag my muddy hoe through. As the time slipped away I knew there must be a way to kiss that broken jaw. The same jaw that broke me. Grasping for thoughts as we traded glances and smoke, I wondered if perhaps I was the only living boy in New York.


I shouldn't have, but I put the totem back together tonight. Did I feel the energy or simply sit by as my thoughts became mute? My hand was steady and that old wood gave a familiar and calming scent. The chaos was charmed in my unmoving hand. Warm and steady, an unfamiliar sensation graciously punctured me.

Monday, March 3, 2008

set out

Is this the price, she asked me. Must I stretch and find every curve just to find a place to rest and sob? How come I can not find the simple laughs like others? The blandness of my cover showed the holes. Where the stars peaked through I dared not whisper. My tears were not warm enough to keep her safe. I wanted to kiss and dared not speak. I did flutter, though. I could not mistake such eyes. I knew I was done as I stuttered something forgotten. How could I say something when the accounting of me was being hosed clean? As my tears of her crusted my pillow, I tried to remember why I had voice left at all. I drew one last memory of her lips, and set out to forget.

Sunday, March 2, 2008


bottle neck squeezed me for the last shine. Didn't need it but took it. Better than one more useless song hitting the street. Lyrics were burping as I tried to bridge your beauty with my words. Could I cut the rope and float down your running river? In the spinning eddy I found I was truly lost. Could I kiss that jaw? Could I lend a lean shoulder to your cause? Would you know that this not your poem? As I repair to some semblance of a man, I am torn down by such beauty. Burn I must, I suppose. Not a hand does this one reach for, merely casting stones into such a clear stream. Your hair tied up, your glistening eyes, your Maker's, your pin stripes, your too cold shoes...allow me to write you a song. One such as you deserves a song of their own. I will sing that song beauty.

sum girls

I could see nothing but the copper window I stared up into. Your eyes were not as clear as the reflection of that startlingly cold morning. My sweat was quickly becoming an icy blanket of regret. What do you take me for? I scream this as I imagine I am still massaging your toes. To wake with nothing in my lap reminds me why you prefer hot chocolate.

Friday, February 29, 2008


Flush with joy today and I realized it had nothing to do with you. Until I realized it, of course. Empty sweep of a dirty room I longed for. The flutter of my mind was not enough to bring the sun I hoped to wake up to. One morning left as I stretched and shivered under that borrowed blanket.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008


Sprained winged traveler
foot don't fail
frosted lip
dusted wing
unhinged lyric
sing your sweet song

Friday, February 22, 2008


blue eyes, how you made me swallow what I wanted to spit. Travel with me with a laugh and wink. I sat in the back of that van as the snow fell, I was almost there. Sam begged for my sandwich, I blindly dreamed of everything I was headed for. The fear of lies never entered. Blind and deaf I flew to our engagement. If only I had heard, if only I had seen, if only I had smelled the powder of your mind.

brandished with spit

Haven't seen the tender side of my hand in a while. Works been coarse, my mind bruised. Our last smoke was brandished with spit. Did not matter the directions we split. You ended where you will, maybe tell me. I ended shaken and stiff. Nonsense got tossed at the last curve. I hoped to find you with a thumb out stretched but the road was beautifully quiet. In the quiet and darkness I forgot I was looking for anything at all. Peace seeped into me as the wind kissed my face. The flickering nothingness became mesmerizing.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008


as they ran, I could not keep up with the tears. The race was set before the stretch. Before I could stumble, the wind was stolen. No lean meat was left. The feast was over as soon as it started. Hungry shank of what you wanted was not wasted, for it was not tasted. The heat could not be bought with simple winks, this was for real. Your neck was wet honestly.

Friday, February 15, 2008

mouth breather

No one shocks to shock. No one shocks. Flags of independence are only one more sheet I have soiled. Screw your bulbs one more time. Replace your 60 watt with a 40 watt and you have accomplished something so many have searched so long for. You have dialed it down. Good for all of us. Thank you. Turn the light back on and see what is left. Same compatriots waiting to take up your non cause? It's ok mouth breather, rest easy, no one cares.


Horace the walrus felt complete. Fish in the shack and ice on the bridge. Fire in his eye and ice in his loins was the key. Or was it vice versus?


zig zagged split attention. run, pant, think, move blindly anyway. step or not to step. what is the peril? what is the joy? Look. see. Look. don't. can't live in service, can you live in freedom? fodder feed or god fear? bullet holes show where your mind escaped. bring anything with it? no one cares, maybe you would like to see the proof. where did you see who you have become? talk gibberish to me one more time, one more time before my paitence is spent. stagger all you want, i wont leave my knife in your back. Start all over again.

Monday, February 11, 2008


You don't know how to curl your fist. Have you ever steered the back of the truck? Ever burnt out a stump with a graveyard fix in the middle? Bat in one hand as you threaten the boy. One more step and I go and get the shotgun...........................................................Two blows and peace with the man. Vanilla tobacco curled from his peaceful pipe. No re-payment was asked for. You been favoring that shoulder long enough boy, get up!


As i effectively dissolve your thoughts ,I swallow the pill of your wandering. Your face you found is not my fortune. Turn and spin and turn and run. Your billowing locklets was the only price worth paying. The belly slide this side of giddy was all I wanted you to leave me with anyway. Can you purse your purple lips one more time baby?

Sunday, February 10, 2008


I watched as the waves ripped across the billboard project. Neil sung to me from Massey. A touch of melancholy but I did not feel helpless. The purple sky had changed for the eighth time. I had changed as drastically as the snow, wind, sun, snow patterns. As I settled down, my heart swelled, my mind swam. The light slipped away and I wonder if it took you with it.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008


Almost lost one of the greats today. Some ass almost squandered what was not theirs to squander. Pay attention the next time you grip that wheel and hit the right peddle instead of the left. That blown by sign, crush of noise, explosion of glass and air bags, dizzying array of time suspended, might be more than a mistake to someone else. Might be a rope tied to one of the buckets of life that you just dropped to the bottom of the well. Well you can guess how I would suck the marrow of your soul dry. Don't try to pay for something you can not afford. Don't take what you can not replace. Don't make excuses, look straight ahead and take a walk with me. Maybe I can explain.

yellow room

The yellow room will always be there. Much passed across that old table, much kicked beneath it. What was ate, what was drank, what was sung, what was left out? Yellow room was stolen and squandered by fools. Tied that old table to my back, carry it to this day. Do you know how it sings sometimes? Pushes me right along with a tear stained smile. Close to putting the legs back on that old girl. One night, one tale, one more start. The color of the room will be stitched together by our joy. Steal that fool, steal that.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

ain't enough

that ain't enough she said as I emptied my pockets. Feeling a tad lost and small, I croaked a stifled reply. She spoke as the wind came in. I immediately was distracted. Nothing left to do I thought as I sung and picked my shoe heels clean.

Friday, February 1, 2008

black eyes

dreams of you. walks with the bitter wind. kiss of what you get. I cried not easy, you returned the favor with a tear. No one was upset. Red hair and blue tears guided me to the door. Black and blue eyes made my trip down the stairs memorable. Sniff not what you can not smell, I think you blindly said. Flip the quarter, find tails, you find me. Is that not the map you left me with? Red eyed I fall into the blown up bed of your inspirations. Air don't whistle your secrets. Much as I thought, I could not find you in the folds.

fake bones

limp legged and pitiful you cross my line. paitence you depend on. sleep is not your fear as you approach me. ragged and runny eyed you sob your tale. for the fear of your dark, i whisper a lie. my cuff is spared momentarily. I cut as you bite. Whom was saved?

rings red

For the lonely eye. Confess the blue. Hug the empty wind. Sing your blue song till it rings red. Nothing left to tell you. Which flower did you hope to smell anyway? Just go ahead.

Monday, January 21, 2008

careful that

The glint of your teeth told me it was right. Exhilarated I steadied. You still shook. Kiss of sweat slowly cooled. Reluctantly pulled the cover across my sight. Fingers trembled as the last touch was stolen. I tread away as you cough you may have fallen. Careful that. Im on the cold street wiping last sip of red from my lips. Conclusions are useless. My step rings certain. It hits me too late. Falling into the leaves I breath in your musk.

The Q

Hurtling towards her on the Q. Children singing the alphabet behind me. Character from a Homer painting across from me. The rhythm of the rails rattling a forgotten feeling. New sounds, old sounds, sweet sounds. Song finding its footing. Knew what I had to do. How I missed you. How I ached. I could not acknowledge these feelings without you a breath away.

Friday, January 18, 2008

not what you came here for

Saving face is not an option. The country is on a slippery slope. Idiots have steered my steel chevy into the ditch. My money means nothing. My labor means less. My sweat has no equity. On top of my craft yet at the bottom of the pile. Idiots feed and drink off my back blindly. Am I not supposed to take note? Are you? The next slew of contenders are worthless. We are in for the long haul if we have any hope for change in this brilliant country I call home. I don't believe in homegrown, aw shucks I love this country cause im merican god damnit! I believe in this place for many reasons. My family was always barely getting by. Good schools were the path out of a meager existence. I got a fairly good and completely free education. I am sad to see what most kids are getting fed as education today. Are we on a path to raise the dumbest generation yet? If we are, to what end? Are our children to be led by the noses and made to believe that they are part of a democracy? A controlled situation where you believe you make a difference does not constitute democracy. I don't have a kid and the situation scares the shit out of me. I don't need one of my own to be concerned. This situation is hairy. Do I need to offer a good cup of coffee to you sleepy jokers? Guess what, the time to wake the fuck up is past. Look past your 401k, your leather seats and flat screens, reality is barrelling towards us. If you don't want to wake up long enough for yourself, put a bit of effort in for your child. Somehow we have stuck our heads so far up our asses that we feel ok with the way the ship is being sunk. A new captain can't save this unfortunate sail, it's going to take a mighty effort from the crew. Just fell through my soap box... so get back to ramblin.


The shaking hips of that honey will pollute my mind till it extinguishes. Not bad pollution. To scan my innards would ruin most. It is too much. It has nearly ruined me and I chose every step.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

muffled eyes

You were sad to see that low hung moon. It pierced the window. Ciao bella luna! Your eyes muffled, your ears blind. No hot tear was going to fall. My lungs heaved as my hand shook. I was not shining with much light. The whisper was a choke. Thunder clapped in that clear sky.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

burp of ignorance

The cough of brillance. The burp of ignorance. The bubbling up of my stupidity. The gap that is my mind. The float that is your paddle. The canvass we stare at blankly. Toss your paint at will. Follow me. Or lead.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

319 and wallow

Ten cent songs and dollar thoughts rudely billow past my cage. No peck left in the order. Cat walking across the keys leaves my ear with an original song. Sorry I wasn't there. My heart and mind spit and shook and then found different trains. Both had working class tickets, left me with a first class ticket to good old lonely emptiness. As the burnt out landscape of loneliness trucked past I found I was not empty after all.

precision angel

Tear up the letter. Throw your panties onto the turnpike. Talk has melted. Smear your makeup. I saved a hair, I couldn't swallow it. Renew your scent. Shy does not suit you. Cut cut fun fun bleed bleed, had your share. Precision angel you are. Precision angel you must. Too many answers, not too many questions. Find me amongst the lead. Loose me in your breath.

Fear of feed

First fire on the wire. Plugged into bright emptiness. Full notebook weeps as my tips stumble. Joy of chaos is saddle worn and all my tricks are barn sour. Gonna have to ride this one in without reins of any sort. Sock full of soap and a real rain. Sloshing in my saddle, lost but for the slant gaze. Fear of feed makes not my steed weep. Not such a short ride as I cross the arid absence of your imagination.


The suck face of your comfortable love is not smoke from my pipe. The ass slap of good love clowns is not my sleep. Dream away the import of your step. My patience is spent. Lay it down clown. Am I listening? Is anyone?

Monday, January 14, 2008


as my eyes bleed, my veins ran to the river.
The huff of my lung was the crest of the bridge.
The soles of my feet were lost.
Fingerprints were naught but a memory.
Tears were my river, doubt was my oar, explain was the name of my canoe.

Kevin's Swim

To swim into the rip current is the only choice.
If a man is not about to drown, than the man is not about to live.
The push is the only way to find the give.
The breath is had when the surface is broke.
The kiss in the shadow?
OK for a moment.
The embrace will save you.
The breath, the grasp, the sigh---that is all.