those i love |
I love the self-absorbed
the ones who wanna touch themselves
the ones who see themselves a bouquet
what flowers
colors
go together
the ones who give me guilt trips
when their wardrobes have grown old...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 22:13:00 GMT |
Wilshire and St. Paul |
I saw you crouching at the curb
feeding pigeons in the street
like you were feeding fish in a river.
Some of us are one tragedy away from being monks.
It goes back to zygotes
and smoke ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 22:16:00 GMT |
Inside Looking Out |
I saw me floatingdown a river,the shore passing, emptynever seeing a bankfull of people screamingthrowing linesand life preservers.I've caught a rockbut know I still have a current to swim through to ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 21:07:00 GMT |
I Saw God on this Trip I Took with my Brother |
I saw God on this trip I took with my brother.
Pools of orange poppy and yellow chamomile,
lagoons of purple
and islands of wild sage and rosemary
paint the landscape
in God's impression of Monet.
...
Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 19:19:00 GMT |
... |
you look more like youthe eagerthat looks past the thisand into the can be
Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 23:55:00 GMT |
For the Brown-Eyed Stranger I Met this Morning |
In silence
like fantasy
some dream
I can roll out words like velvet bolts of cloth
tell stories in tapestry
build with brick and no mortar
but in front of me
that skin glistening like morni...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 23:33:00 GMT |
The Geography of New York |
The history of humanity has been poured into your blood.
The geography of the world exists in your noses and eyebrows and lips.
Your hair falls like water
and bunches like fog
and drifts like clouds...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 21:25:00 GMT |
CULTURE SHOCK |
The "Hoo Hoo" of a Doves' Coo, a car horn, the dog's bark, finches tittering in a fig tree, helicopters, sonic jets and single-engine Cessnas. Family discussions over cleaning up toys in Armenian, a d...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 20:51:00 GMT |
Rough Truck Ride thru the City (circ. '99) |
I was given a thread of wisdom and wove a blanket of temptation to hide my shameI pour the oil of lies over the water of my memory
Trying to cover the past
I search the folds of my pain in a blue rive...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 20:04:00 GMT |
