Sunday, July 20, 2014

#poetry - The Mirror's Calling

"The Mirror's Calling"

The starlet
dropped a painting's
light deep into her eye---
and it was just all then

deflected
yet unabated,
on its way the otherside---
      The Mirror's calling.

Oh Scarlet,
stop your painting,
night is ready to fly
and you should come soaring

perfected
and with breath baited,
to find that all you hide
is just your all-knowing

going nowhere
no one knows---
no one knows where
no one goes.

The farthest
you've ever gotten
is that truth you deny
the moment it's falling

reflected
and concentrated---
that is how you abide
the mirror's calling

going nowhere
no one goes---
no one goes where
no one knows.

Scarlet run,
time is almost done
for starlet and for sun.

Call everyone,
the end has just begun
and run Scarlet run

going nowhere
no one knows,
no one knows where
no one goes---

run run run!
run Scarlet run!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

#poetry - cold artificial damn distance

you tried to call me
several times
i answered and hung up

i got your message
got the point
the boiling of the moment
came full body

i'm staying out now
not coming home
it's best you drink some tea

so turn in early
get some rest
tomorrow is so charming
we'll try again

secret keeping alerts us
while agony awakes us
the messages we send half-hearted
encases all our thoughts half-thought

the burning of our real desires
subdued by our pride and egos
keeps us loving while we're parted
and hurting every second--for what?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

#poetry - tremors and aftershock

I saw there was an innocence in you
I couldn't think of what else I could do
When I was near you I was very high
I kept on wondering why I wondered why

Somehow you saw the marvelous in me
It took your breath and took your everything
You didn't know you loved a sinking stone
You gave it all to make a happy home
You gave it all to make a happy

home is where i came to know you
inside your mind inside your heart
the most i ever hoped for happened
all from your mind all from your heart

tremors now and aftershock echoing woes
of photographs and fading scents on clothes


I never stopped believing in your love
It always found me lifting me above
I went out backwards the same way I had came
But this time seeking out the sound of your name

You took your time but you got over me
What once was yours became a memory
The years came rolling on like ocean foam
You got your wish you made a happy home
You got your wish you made a happy

home is where i think about you
treasuring your mind treasuring your heart
there's nothing that could ever love more
beside your mind beside your heart

i hope forever there will be space for me
inside your mind inside your heart
i hope forever you will be happy
inside your mind inside your heart

tremors still but after shock it glows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
the wonder of you never fades it flows

#poetry - thinking man

hey man hold that pose forever
that upward gaze, that thinking crown
dream a spring to close the distance
savor what is now

you'll meet again, and there'll be laughter
this moment is not so long

yeah
let's feel the breeze, it softly blows
nature is free, and so we go

Saturday, June 7, 2014

#poetry - puffins

when i first came to this earth
i only thought about two things
to have sex with beautiful women
and how to eat a puffin

its high time
i eat a puffin





Saturday, May 31, 2014

#poetry - negotiating alternatives

all life is a negotiation
i am going to negotiate my way out of this one
as i have negotiated my way into it

we're not to be made feel ashamed of who we are
especially when we find out who we truly are
especially then are we to be proud and stand

so then there is this where the strength and surety
comes from to inform our mind with insight
and invigorate our heart to put forward a suggestion

and if there are counter thoughts to the contrary
we'll be good and strong enough to hear them
and either find a way to rebut or to compromise

but we will not sail into a pit feeling with remorse
nor feel a way of dullful rejected acceptances
or allow a whole wide promising venture to die

not without a fight of geniune witty stubborn
stalwart gripping evasive thwarting exciting
strange unconventional defiance of normality alternatives

#poetry - stopping ingenuity

i guess we build up or would it be down
there's more than one way to go
if you think about it often enough
and if you don't think someone thinks for you

i took a while to make myself up
and i did and i was grand and that was good
anyone could see and they knew and this felt fine
each of those moments were why life is so important

every picture has a highlight and a shadow
and sometimes someone comes to me asking advice
and sometimes i bring them through a journey
of building up and down until they buy my lines

where do these lines come from i never wonder
they come from the place i came from to begin with
am i ever to feel that i am not right for loving that
only for the longest moment and only for the longest moments

and before and after these sometimes i go to another
and walk on the lot and into the shop and therefore
i am sprung in another's trap and captured there to hear
the sounds of true words and see images of flowing beauty

another's innocence or that kind of portrayal
or beyond a skeptical sense an innocence of another kind
and there i will bask for the glory of it taking it all in
and letting it soak and become me and allowing myself to be sold

but are we ever truly sold or truly able to sell
when where it comes from is flowing and not stable
when where it all comes from is always on the move
to keep on making and making new always without end

oh holy god i am so tired and yet still young
and i know nothing is guaranteed not middle not old
and that there is no going back even for breath
but that why would you has an answer undoing everything

and that standing still doing nothing is possible
beyond the alarms of the mind ringing out for action
there is a stopping of the gears halting ingenuity
life is so important even if you make nothing

what you do for life what would you do for life
would you come to me now for i am failing
or let me know again and again what else there is
beyond and beyond that till the beyond runs out of itself

a loop a loop again a loop there there where where
growing is not what is happening what is happening
is only a happening whether up or down shivering
and whether words have meaning or not meaning or not

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

#poetry - all he could remember

molly bloom must be what happens when a woman has sex
and she just rambles on and she just keeps going and going
and when she's going she's thinking and that's what
must be why she takes so long to come and why i am thinking about it so much

i'm going out she said i'm going out i'm going out
and i saw there was something to smoke in her hand
and i decided to go out too and so i thought hard for a moment
i just needed to stand and walk and so i stood and walked
and i could be having something of a staring contest
with the left side of my brain waiting for the rightful thoughts
to take their place on the side mountain of my creative notions
there to be thwarted by the staccato signature noises of the tapping of my shoe

but i couldn't answer her when she asked me what am i in the mood for
i couldn't even too quickly realize the subject was music
sweet music the kind that would augment my inner killing inner killing
the kind that would take my uhh and make it ahh make it ahh
and who could be calling me right now at 10:30
she says i shouldn't answer but then pretends for that person
she knows what they were going to say and then tells me its private
and cannot be shared which is fine because i was feeling a little reserved anyway

and i turned my head when the lightning came to be one great part of the sky
before the music fading made a few non fading noises to waken what was fallen
and moving once or moving twice it came for me and i didn't mind it all
because there was only some child's notion in me that what was happening
should not be happening everything else was well I was okay with it
and so i nodded and tapped my toes on the wood and didn't feel it but saw it
and then the wine needed sipping but that came before another drag and got in the way
and took a little longer than usual which was fine it needed to happen
and then that drag which reminds me there was a captain of a company
and there was a moment when he put the light in her face which was all he was supposed to do
and he realized this and that was the missing ingredient in his mind
and then he knew that was all he was supposed to do
even if it took him another year or lifetime or eternity
even if it was only once every shaking of the earth that he brought the light to her face
that was all and he took another drag and another sip and the lightning came again
and then the music fading got smoother and that was all he could remember

Sunday, May 4, 2014

#poetry Available

A concise night.
A friend's birthday, and we crawled--
at first venue, a little wine,
At second, beer.

Driving alone home,
My hands and fingers wander
A backseat stash

The plastic bag shrouds two water bottles--
and after a minute fumbling for one,
I settle for what's more available.
And opening, I pause,
thinking should have tried harder for the other.
An extended career of taking Available.

Father John says that
Matthew's disciples say that
Matthew said that
Jesus said that
just as birds can take from trees
and find all they need upon the ground
in a field of flower and grass,
so shall we find all we need
in the Abundance, that is available.

If any part of this sounds ridiculous,
There's still always the second water bottle,
waiting
entwined in plastic,
accessible only to those who pull over the car
turn on a light
and figure the situation out.

I choked a little and puked a little
while composing thse thoughts.

Friday, May 2, 2014

A Simple and Timeless #Truth

You dont need a silver spoon
When you've got a heart of gold.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Overwhelmed?

Your reach never exceeds your grasp
Your mind is always alert and prepared
More than sufficient are you for this day

                In body, mind and spirit.

Monday, April 7, 2014

#poetry - A word

Tremble for the verses or 
throw down and exhaust all care.
There may be a kernel left
to etch a word with,
and that would be a poem.

Hiccup

Friday, March 14, 2014

#fiction - On Pissing at the Girls Room

I was standing in line at the Druid, waiting for my turn in the men's room.

I wandered in thought.

Thinking about an Irish musician who said Paris is where he will be for St Patrick's day "Because that is where the money is."

It was taking the first gentleman extra long, so as I thought out things that had to do with the Irishman's proclamation, I drifted toward the door marked "Women"

I opened the door and moved to step in. But an arm extended in front of me. A women started talking.

"You cant go in there, its the ladies room."

I responded,

"I'd be rich if I had a dollar every-time a woman came out of the men's room."

"That's different," she said dismissively.

"Why? It may be true that I piss straighter than most women."

She waved her hand and responded, 
"I could piss any way I want as long as the seat is up and no one would notice."

I looked at the man standing next to this woman, he smiled. I looked back at her,

"That's great, but I'm still going in there."

She asked

"Do you like this place, yes or no?"

"Why?"

"Yes or no?"

"I don't have time for this."

"Because I like it, I live here. It's my favorite place.  And if you go in there, you'll violate them on the sanitary code."

"Sanitary code? What are you, Health Department?"

"Yes, I am."

"Here in Cambridge?"

"No, Boston."

"What's your name?"

"Kelly."

I took out and passed her my business card.

"Kelly, my name is Robert. I've been in ten thousand Boston apartments. You are doing a horrible job."

"Well that's residential. I'm commercial."

"Oh really. You know one time I made my entire class raise their hand without saying a word by just raising my hand and leaving it up."

She looked at the fella she was with and said

"You know, one time, in band camp--"

I cut her off---

"It has nothing to do with band camp. It has to do with black mold in bathrooms, bed bugs in the bedrooms, vegetation growing on the walls in the living room, and 16 people living in a 1 bedroom apartment. Among other things."

"But that's residential, I'm--"

"Set a proper example in one segment of the market, it affects the other segment. Do that. Now excuse me."

I stepped toward the woman 's bathroom again , and again Kelly's arm went up to block me. She said

"If you go in there, you will violate the Druid."

I looked at her arm then into her eyes. I pointed at the sign "Women."

"You see this sign? Well 'A Rose is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose.' And that comes from Gertrude Stein, the most femi-nazi of all y'all. So, I'm cool. Good night."

Her arm dropped. I brushed past her, stepped into the Women's room, closed the door. I proceeded to piss straight into the bowl. My piss stream landed in the very center of the water and stayed on target. My piss never touched porcelain, only Cambridge City Water. I used a wad of toilet paper to flush the toilet and the same wad to open the door. I did not wash my hands because they only touched my clean dick.


Kelley was gone when I came out. The man she was with was still there. He shrugged. I finished my drink, paid my tab, walked home, ate peanut butter and fell asleep watching True Detective.

#poetry ? How it gets done in #CambridgeMA

Cap---

Quiet gets you the job, raise, promotion, and equity
          A fish would love.

So can't be hard to tell. Anyone knows who you are.

Fourth grade guerrilla warrior tells her mama she's not happy.
Mom tweets discontent, hashtag elite.
           A pizza shop shuts down for good.

Meanwhile, Alderman. A room of architects.
           One sheet in hand for liquor.
           An easel with rustic things upon it.
           Slightly concerned but willing not to be.

Right things are said. But let's meet again, in Korea.
             
                The taxi knows only 3 streets.
                 Left, Right, Straight.

You can't pay or get out. But be quiet.

High five, rare coin.
A 4 story building thought too hard.
A 4 alarm fire man saved the day
A 4 star hotel noticed.
Who doesn't like the number 4, Cap?
          There's insurance for that.

A sealed envelope is very pretty.
         Connecticut is nice as well as Hong Kong.

-Inman 46:1


Thursday, February 27, 2014

#poetry - Crocodile Candy

I'm going down to the candy store
to pick me up a little more
I've gotta hitch a ride
cause I'm way behind
The more I bargain
The more I find

There's no where but this little door
its opening now a little more
I had to ask the guy
If I could come inside
Many people shopping
Some of them blind

They hold a note and let it go
He sweeps the floor nice and slow
The bagger makes for lollipops and
The rest of us go walking hand and hand

While talking fast to the man
We're losing time within a show
And homeless but for a while now
Yet with all hope we smile
   See that's our crocodile
   Yes, that's our crocodile












Sunday, February 23, 2014

#poetry - Fewer Pieces Left Behind

(written January 17th, 2010)

I am the first born of the dead and one of the rulers of the kings of earth.
Now and again there comes in mind as here--
And I ask myself shall I return to my Church?
Shall I return to Church before I return to earth?

How swiftly we do, how swift rather,
   how swift we do

             forget and remember
             friends and waters
             lends and grants
             deeds and sovereigns
             echoes and chants

fateful journeys we take, fortune telling the wake
how swift we do harm by the length of this psalm
yet we are the writer now and
bid the reader smaller bites to eye will
preserve the psalm from harm and the eye as well.

I am the porcupine. This is my spell.

And I heard tell
"The Gods are coming down. The Gods are coming down and that's a guarantee."
                                                                     - John M.

In a place where I wrote, "A Gent of the System"

And who are you today, Senor Ortiz---
~A Gentleman of the Sister Temple~

And what have you to say for yourself, Sir?
~You have forgotten already my name-
and from where we wonder are you now came~


"The Hunting Verse" from The Jungle Book by R. Kipling

Feet that make no noise;
eyes that can see in the dark;
ears that can hear the winds in their lairs;
and sharp white teeth;
all the things are the marks of our brothers
except Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena
whom we hate."


B-Bop-O

few er peace S left b-hind

Sunday, February 16, 2014

#poetry - just like this

i woke up in the morning
jumping out of my bed
the roses in the window
were painting me red
my clothes were locked in packages
i started to sweat
the naked are the fearless
coming out of my breath

  boom, boom-boom,
  boom, boom, boom,
  boom, boom-boom,
  boom, boom, boom

i wrote a note and tore it up
what more could be said
sunlight and the afterglow
some fish to be fed
but music without radios
more alive than dead
i'm walking down the street now
running out of my head

it's gotta be just
just like this

  boom, boom-boom,
  boom, boom, boom,
  boom, boom-boom,
  boom, boom, boom

it's gotta be just
just like this

  boom, boom-boom,
  boom, boom, boom,
  boom, boom-boom,
  boom, boom, boom

the naked are the fearless
coming out of my breath
i'm walking down the street now
running out of my head

it's gotta be just
just like this
it's gotta be just
just like this
it's gotta be just
just like this

  boom, boom-boom,
  boom, boom, boom,
  boom, boom-boom,
  boom, boom, boom

Friday, January 31, 2014

#poetry - sexy

there is something for you
the joker came to show you
and now its calling out your name

at first you thought he's lying
but with your breath you're sighing
and now you know it is your day

and you miss him but your not a
misser, but your not a
misser, there's no other way

baby, he loves you
come on and wake
baby, he loves you
baby he loves, but not only you

you can live without him
you are not bound around him
no matter what there is no shame

oh do not think about time
you've got everything and time
you'll love when standing in the rain

oh sexy is your appeal
sexy is your appeal
sexy is your proud domain

baby, he loves you
come on and wake
baby, he loves you
baby he loves, but not only you

Thursday, January 16, 2014

#poetry - a supernova

crown my victor before i'm dead
seek good counsel before bread
mute boys are not always dumb
take the tempest it has love
everything is taken and given hope
for needs of few the have of some

fortinbras and hamlet friends
hear and now our journey ends
our jouryneying was good and so

to church i am going
to bed i am bending yet
good chief must take on his own kin
fighting to measure fuel
troublesome motion comes due
snaking in a grass that's calm

fortinbras and hamlet friends
if you hear our journey ends
our journey was so good and done

i couldn't help but notice there
a sovereign ship a sailor tan
saint george hustling is your gig
shuffling on and playing it

our journeying was good and so
our journey was so good and done
the journey is what makes it fun
our journeying was good and so
our journey was so good and done
a supernova has begun

 

#poetry #music - "big business monkey" daniel johnston

"big business monkey"
daniel johnston

nothing's funny
big business monkey
everything's money
you sell cheeseburgers
with that cashier's smile
he runs his house like
a burger king manager
and the only jokes he knows
are the ones that'll put you down

big business monkey
he'll take over the world
and you can have it now
but you can't take it with you
and everything you cling to
will rot
and everything you do
will be forgot
by everyone you ever tried to impress

album: Hi How Are You (1983)

fear not a basement movement or that you'll be discovered. keep the faith and the faithful will find you.


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