riverboat steam |
... I keep hearing the Natchez steampipeorgan in the distance of my periphery.. In tucson, its the train. From anywhere in town,you can hear that distant barreling thunder as its approach is anounce...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 14:34:00 GMT |
as i have said before... |
I have neverbeen more alive than when in awe of earth,like when dangerously on the edge of some uncertain matter of balance, fortitude or faith..the simple freedom that overwhelming wave of union that...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 15:04:00 GMT |
desire |
standing on the lip of tall steeplethat much closer to the clouds that race thickly in midnight airarms stretched out far and widetoes clench grip as heels archeyes close as the posture of freedom and...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 12:56:00 GMT |
a recorded conversation between the trickster and the coffee shop intellectuall |
press play on the tape deck, and in a few brief moments.. you can easily make out the setting.. murmers of voices in the background.. shuffling chairs, the clinks and clacks of dishes .. the occasion...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 21:08:00 GMT |
witches who drink thier own milk |
So... cold gusts from the coast caress your face.I hear your still up north, facing the west and the wind tempts your ears..fingerless gloves shoved warmly into the pockets of some re tailored long co...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 13:36:00 GMT |
same thing Prt 2 back to the birds |
Tuesday morning, 2:11 AM. Of course, this time of night, the most peaceful, the most peaceful and the most forgetful. I'm sitting on the bus, alone and cold. Haunted by music that carries no me...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 22:48:00 GMT |
America.. coming to get ya |
deep in the buyou.. like way below NewOrleans.. wich shouldnt even be a city anyway.. there is no actual "land" until Baton Rouge.. the past couple of days we have noticed a family of bald eagles......
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 19:15:00 GMT |
rattles and sidewinders |
done is as done saystired to err in forgivenessdone repeatgazing at sorrowdefeated faceand cant lift my breath beyond disintrested sighand when turns become your volleythe connection has gone to long ...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 20:47:00 GMT |
Bwiti spoke in soft measure |
The Visions were honestuntil one claims assistance thru subculture vanities and familiarsIt was the waking dreamyetIt wasnt so much the dream.. there was no sleep for hours on end..it was a song of Bw...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 13:18:00 GMT |
keeping company with fondness and sharp teeth |
Once, it was the eyesanother it was the gap in time between sentancesmost recently it was the profile.. a few were the footprints they left behind in the rainmore often than not however..it was the re...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 17:18:00 GMT |
