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the feeling
a quiet, restless anger
it remains undescribed to its
root or end
just a brooding
more emotion passed under my breath
than in my words
it is a beautiful day and I am well
surrounded by love and possibility
(and big-headed babies)
fortune flies past and beckons me to take wing
but I keep looking down ...
the earth below is not real enough
how my feet hit the ground does not matter
the way things make sense is more maddening every time
sometimes we walk in the direction that we can see
sometimes we walk blindly
and sometimes we stop
I can't give up ...
I can't give up ...
these words don't have it
they don't know me and they don't help
so much for understanding ...
I sink back into the sun
and the cool breeze
with my eyes closed ...
waiting to connect ...
*in my life
in my life.
in my creation.
in my work.
in my relationships.
all invaded with the same imprint.
i see it
in the poetry and the music...
as clear as a $4 bottle of water.
*digging for Cooper
How am I supposed to sleep at ten,
when the world has barely happened?
And I have just escaped the programming
of daylight
I want to be alone.
A chair, an ashtray, coffee and a scrabble board.
Making words and letting time go.
I want to rise up in magic.
Invisible, floating around and granting wishes
without asking.
(We don’t really know what we want.)
There are so many tricks and dependencies,
fissures and faults that creep into our dialogue.
Making us tell loved ones
lies that amount to shrapnel.
I am broken, too.
Laying awake, watching the wound heal.
There are ointments and pills and meditation
at every turn.
I feel the pain, yet the road is long.
So I grab some water and my bag
and keep moving,
keep digging.
Digging for a boy named Cooper.
*Y. 10.06.07
if you want me
take those dance shoes
out of the closet
and close your eyes:
the long song (three acts)
revolves endlessly:
until our lips meet
as our eyes do:
*untitled - 08.03.07
(uncrafted stream)
one simple step at a time.
a long branch
holds all thats left.
it makes some noise in the wind,
but no kind of shadows.
it only remembers what it knows.
*smoked
smoke still rises and spins
i rise and spin
in this one place
no markers or time
just sounds and people
and sensory exploration
i rise and spin
in this one space
no maps or dial
only the stars dimly blinking
in my own night sky
i rise and spin
with much to face
no right or wrong
simply another day
that means everything
Influences:
move it
taking my glasses off
to write
to think
to make a point
working to the rhythm
the samba
the people
the all day long
the breaking point
when we have used up the day
and there is no time left
to do nothing
when air becomes water
the thickness surrounds
and we swim
whenever the end comes
all glory and darkness
it will begin.
*early morning blues
fine
i don’t know what i am doing
and all the words
work against the flow
i prefer to live in the shadow
right now
moving carefully
not so long ago
i felt freedom
and new beginnings
this moment is cursed
from my core
it is something new
so apparent
and uncontrollable
how many times
can you turn to the sun
and not feel the warmth?
*June 11, 2007 - Lunch Hour
my eyes have not danced over
enough pages
to say that I have lived
as my father has
it was all those words
that gave him the dark fall
from grace
he was able to describe
the deep caverns
in all too great detail
and when it came to stepping
off the shifty waters onto land
he sank into unforgiving earth
my way has stayed me
on hard ground and I keep
to the sky for my dreams
the waters have already warned
of their danger and I obey
the moon tells me I am safe
Sounds Like:
*ghost writer
in the back of my mind
i can see how to pull the knives out
or count them and climb them to freedom
they remain for now
glinting from the sun
or a flashlight
as i am still looking into the facts
trying to uncover the artful denial
of a rewritten past
*Creations Coffee House - 1999
... you all for me and us
bend and spend a tattered trust
paint each others pain benign
ferment our blood and tears to wine
and so, without alas
I raise my glass
A toast ...
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