#poetry - the dead spot

woke up to a dead spot
in the life of all life
that came to be a living death
slowly over time

at first we had a doctor
he was not so nice
gave us something
we didn't want
put us out on ice

then we had just ourself
guessing at the game
guessed we were alright
but we had to
guess again

then we had policemen
knocking down our door
they had brought
more doctors
just to be sure

couldn't lose the dead spot
it had come to life
being such a drag and
sucking all the time

not to say there was no hope
but it kept us low
everyday we
had to try
breathing was a chore

what had kept us going on
was a memory
of being fine
and the promise that we could
all be fine again

there was always something good
trying to get out
of the cloak
we always wore
and be what we were

always there's a dead spot
though we have more life
it will take what it can
and widdle down our time

having gone through it all
we are more mature
and can take
the slowing of
our heart in its detour

there are next door neighbors
there are distant friends
there are candlesticks
and there our
story ends

we could be factors
in a random poll
but the question
is too long
to be caught in whole

always there's a dead spot
cutting through our life
taking what it can and
widdling down the time

we can't lose the dead spot
it blossoms from our life
dragging like a fallen flag
it sucks in all the time

we wake and there's a dead spot
our life our precious life
comes to be a living death
this slowly over time

#poetry - sola tola mola

sola tola mola
i can make it now
where to put the cola
worry on my brow

for to me there is truth
in a rosin bow
slung across a crook and
making it real slow

sola tola mola
give me what i want
put him in the hole ma
that will be his spot

for the moment it computes
whether it is nice
that shall be our slogan we'll
have it with some ice

sola tola mola
just to be a pest
turn it to the maximum
bleed it on your best

for we have no choices
and riddle is our way
magic in the corner slot
liquor saves the day

#Poetry - The Joke

i see you in a moving picture
you are inching toward the garage
stepping over all of your clothes
scattered all over the yard
in a moment you see his face
looking this way and that
you walk up and hug his body but
no one is hugging back

the joke upon us is that
candles need more than one match
in every moment we think
of moments falling back

i see you on the picnic table
dogs are running this way and that
smoking a clove cigarette
a woman clamours about her health
then he's walking down the path
carrying coffee in his hands
his expression says he loves you and
you know you love him back

the joke upon us is that
candles need more than one match
in every moment we think
of moments falling back

i see you in a meditation
in this room you feel alright
and right then an idle moment
nothing shows within your eyes
you are looking in a mirror
passing through what you would see
could be hours but they're minutes
could be senseless but you're free

the joke upon us is that
candles need more than one match
in every moment we think
of moments falling back

#poetry - Sundae, Birds, Pina Colada

Look I found a chocolate sundae,
Someone must have left it for me.
I could just sit here and eat it but
I've got to be out the door.

When my luck is running dry,
I like to make fun of birds.
Even though I can't fly,
I know that I have got them beat.

Sipping on a pina colada,
I watch the busy walkers go by.
I found a hole in this long day,
And made myself the way I like to be.

#Poetry - Florence and Paint

In Florence all the good stuff is spray painted upon.

There is something there.

I’ll let you spray paint upon me

If you realize first how beautiful I am.

Performance Under Fire

I still remember how to perform the function.

So much has come to mind and still I know.

I will not give it up.

#poetry - "Always Two" (with a quote by T. Roosevelt)

The most important single ingredient in the formula of success is knowing how to get along with people. -Theodore Roosevelt

People shake all the time, it is in their nature—

What could be is fantastic and what is, a creature,

Before the moment becomes the final stature,

Stolen to defy its creator,

Swollen but compliant, a complainer,

Touch this now and be no stainer.

Here is the time for

And that is what we mean to say.

Except what could and deny it also.

Okay now, I hear you listening to me,

No surprises there.

It’s been while, hasn’t it?

Yes, my friend, it has and we’re now,

Where are we,

We’re in your office.

Good. That’s where we should be.

Standing so admirably.

Look at them. Look. Look…

                          At your wine glass.

Iridescent? No.

It pulls your ear lobe.

It makes out with your best friend’s vcr.

It tables the corner and then begins to laugh.

Somehow, it thinks it will get some of those potato chips

In the bowl that is just yonder.

What else does it think?

It thinks ugg.

It thinks about butterflies.

Going ‘e, ah, oh. ah.’

And then it falls away when it reveals itself.

Because that is the moment of truth,

And it’s waiting to be Judged,

More so than the Judge,

More so than what the Judge means.

Pacing, for comment.

Self judgment.

Self judgment?

Now we’re twixt.

It’s okay. It’s only because there’s always two of us.

#art - Sperm

Sperm

#essay - On a Condescension Accusation

do you really want to continue to frame our conversations with this particular set of malarkey? its okay if you do, you'll find i'm a very open playmate and will enjoy engaging you anyway you want to be engaged. you know yourself better than i do. so next time you're taking a map reading of where you are and how you'd like to be there or feel or do---if in your heart of hearts you find yourself admitting---yeah dude, i just want to grind an axe right now,, i want to find a mole hill and making a mountain of it, i want to fight something and get away with it----bring that shit to me. i'll be your huckleberry.

condescension. that's a word one person uses most often to describe a feeling they get from another person they do not know fuck about. the greater percentage in that case is that they were wrong and took arms against the hint of a feeling, perceived a signal not quite according to its intent. try to think better of folks if you can. its a loving world most of the time. and of the time its not, most of the time its trying to be and just needs leadership or road signs to get there.

you want me to give ground on something? i'd like you to owe more of whatever this thing is we're talking about. the way i'm looking at it, you picked a fight. cross-swords with me all day, i think its good and healthy to have training partners you can trust to bash the hell out of tender subjects with. try to remind yourself at the end of it we're on the same team.

what do i give ground on. yeah, it would be nice if you noticed this---i'm unabashedly honest with you. tell me if you don't want it like that. its a personal choice, some people really do want to have a wall of funny mirrors in their life, and deal with a series of surfaces, masks, and presentations. some want to be deep and get off on staring long and hard for hours and days trying to find the heart of the matter and really get annoyed by surface dwellers and toss them aside to preserve their own bandwith because they don't think its even worth a nod in their direction when they can be putting their all into the actual subject they've chosen. and lots of folks tend have some kind of combination of these two eccentricities in their portfolio. i like to play ball in every court. i've been on the hunt for what it is all courts have in common.

with you, i wear the charming mask sometimes and trade quips and try to appeal to your body and mind and hope that i'm good enough in that endeavor. also with you, especially since our conversations have navigated toward the sea, out from the harbor, yeah i try to engage what i think you are really saying, i try to cajole your subconscious up and out, i try to make it a learning thing for both of us. i find value in both approaches. i've tried to tell you what it is i'm doing so you'd be either a willing participant or not surprised by it---or even just have the option of opting out.

i'd say we've been doing a pretty good job of showing each other how our minds work. who really knows if either of us are entirely understanding the other mind. and all while this showing is happening, i'd say (at least for my part) i've not even begun to give you a satisfactory explanation of how my mind works. i'm not ashamed to admit i'm still figuring that out. i'm not satisfied by "i'm elated" or "i'm depressed" statements. though i don't think its necessary to feed you 10000 words on the subject either. well anyway, for my part, i'm working on it. was working on it before i met you and that's how you found me.


condescension. you could if you chose to, look at this body writing as just that. i'd think you be dead wrong for doing so. but you could. because that's how stupid of a word it is. it applies to everything. its a tool of irony---label a person condescending and you've just built a wall around them in your mind. the irony? neither you nor that person want the wall to be there.

i can accept your complexities. can you accept mine? here's an example---so you can see what it looks like backstage when this fella gets called condescending---in my mind two things happen, one (i ask myself if i really care what that person thinks and if the answer is yes, then i start to consider my words...like what i've been writing so far), two---and i think this happens first, its a flash i hear "Lady, I don't give a fuck what you think." i wonder sometimes if its possible to care and not care at the same time equally as well. i do know that certain times call for one and not the other.

well--i am sorry if in the course of our conversation i made you feel condescended to. that was not my intention. my intention was for you to feel butterflies and smell roses. its a tricky recipe, you know. the outcome is what you make it to be. the be is it with what you come out. and the out is in.

thank you for reading. until next time. ;)

#poetry - one-eyed kings

“one-eyed kings”

disco hats
anybody anyone
can feel like that
never doing any wrong

magic cats
never feeling any harm
just chit chat
always singing out a song

cause we're fired by sunshine
 glowing glowing on our mind.
   and we're used to feeling fine,
   one-eyed kings among the blind eyes

and that's how we see the world,
 all the girls with shiny curls,
   and they're doing a fine job,
   that we sometimes sigh and sob but for

flying bats
life is short but art is long
loose where it's at
fly us high another bong

hidden rats
in the small print they will crawl
and snicker snack
always right and never wrong

so we're fired by sunshine
 glowing glowing on our mind.
   and we're used to feeling fine,
   one-eyed kings among the blind eyes

and that's how we see the world,
 all the girls with shiny curls,
   and they're doing a fine job,
   that we sometimes sigh and sob while we're

wishing that’s
where we will and what we won't
kisses at
the next door neighbor comes along

finding gnats
feasting on his doggie's bone
and just laughs
cause all is right and nothing wrong

and that's how we see the world,
 all the girls with shiny curls,
   and they're doing a fine job,
   that we sometimes sigh and sob

still we're fired by sunshine
 glowing glowing on our mind.
   and we're used to feeling fine,
   one-eyed kings among the blind eyes
   one-eyed kings among the blind rise
   one-eyed kings and color blind sighs
   for one-eyed kings while the sun shines

#poetry - Welcome Back

There E yea---
Should be what,
But for what we care.

In the middle of song
we make a promise
not to listen anymore

and then we hear the door

#Poetry - Four Larks

"Four Larks"

Aye, see the Eye
  in the Hill
    on High

My, does the Fly
  on the Ground
    like to Cry

Try, for the Why
  in the Tree
     does Sigh

Die, in a Sty
   does a Pig
     Drink Lye

#poetry - Sam Nickel

"Sam Nickel"

Sam Nickel
  Felt a Tickle
in the Spot
  He called a Pickle.

He Came to Know it
  as a Warning
that His Bladder
  was Exploding.

So He Knelt Down
  Knee to the Ground
and Unpocketed
  His Shortround.

In the Grass Came
  Loosey Wax Flame
Something Running
  out His True Name.

He could not be
  like the Oak Tree
that is Why
  He Took a Knee.

But to Avoid Scorn
  Where He was Born
He Urinated
  on the Acorn.

 

#Haiku - Pecking Order #micropoetry

Summer will not come
until Spring has had its fill,
seasonal feasting.

The Day of Universal Ignorance

Could there be a day without question,
no wonder or cancer or confusion?
There could not!
Yet there could be by chance a day
where all of our sorrows become like joy
where every question seems to be an answer
and every wonder has been found illuminated
where all the pain of cancer eases
and confusion is standing still and knowing all.

I drink a dry wine with warm cola on this day.
I lay naked under a hot sun and close my eyes.
I feel cool petals under my calves.
I make the most of doing nothing and enjoy the moment,
for it has come and it will not last.

It is quiet on this day.
I imagine there must be no one without this joy
and that is why it is so quiet,
like the passing of the moon across the face of the sun,
there comes a total eclipse of the mind's knowledge,
a total universal ignorance,
and I am one like all,
and all is like me lying on the ground with perfect bliss.

#poetry - Stone

I am the Stone
I move when the Earth moves
I am the Earth
I move when I move
I am the movement
   and I am the mover
   and the wind
   and the force of all
   and quiet and patient
Like the love for all things
I am the Stone.

#poetry - Windmills of Acid Rain

The wind mills release a sound,
beating the words of acid rain.
Paper thin zombies amble by
and communicate their dead zone
by touch and abracadabras
upon the hood and car doors.

We had gone into a quiet Nowhere Place
to escape the end of the world.
There were pool tables
and foosball tables
and swimming pools
and cages that swung from the ceilings
with paper streamers.
Just a small lot of us.

Now we emerge
and follow a man with an arm tatoo
of three old tall ships.
He walks us by the zombies.
The zombies cannot see us
until we are clear of them.

We get into a dented car
and the windmills rake the sky
as we drive to escape the sound
of the acid rain pelting its way
through the roof of the car.

There is no hope for us in this dream,
So we wake up and drink coffee.

#Poetry - The Answer's Always Yes

"The Answer's Always Yes"

(Make Noises)

Get out a pen and paper,
There's no wastin time,
And write down this scribble,
A dose of my mind.

Everybody questions
And some take a guess
Everybody questions
But the answer's always yes.

Look for signs in riddles,
Draw upon the scene
Nothing puts your mind at ease
And nothing's what I mean

Oh, everybody questions
And some take a guess
Everybody questions
But the answer's always yes.

Yeah yeah Yeah
Yes Yes Yes
Oh Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yes Yes Yes

(Guitar Solo)

Everybody questions
And some take a guess
Everybody questions
But the answer's always yes.

Yeah!

(Make Noises!!!)

Oh here's a man called the Guru
Yeah
You like what he says
His words run on
Like a madness talking

I've wondered too long
About how it feels to,
You know,
Know know know all answers
So now...I'm all set
I know only
What I need to know and that's

Everybody questions
And some take a guess
Everybody questions
But the answer's always yes.

Hey! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Everybody questions
And some take a guess
Everybody questions
But the answer's always yes.

Everybody questions
Everybody questions
Everybody questions
Everybody questions

Oh yeah!
Hell yeah!

Take a minute to shut the fuck up, Questions!!

#poetry - Smoky

this wine i drink is good, i think,
it makes my breath smoky,
there's more of it, and in just abit
my teeth will be dark and
my thoughts might run wild
and i might take to writing
or i might talk to myself
and failing these things
i could still manage a laugh.

its good, this wine.
smoky.

#poetry - I've just seen it

you don't want sex
because you've had a lot of girls.

i'm 32 years old.

what's that supposed to mean?
tell me.

it means, i've seen it.

seen what?

it.
don't tickle me, i've just seen it,
nothing else, just it.
by the way, i love your tea its.