Warming up. |
An old silver and yellow Chevy truck is the truck he starts up each morning. You can always hear it's rusty bones aching before the sun comes up. I don't know his name, nor do I know much about him. I...
Posted by Kelso on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 06:04:00 PST |
Along with other places. |
There is a trestle bridge I walk under just about every night. I walk every night because I don't like sitting at home alone. I can sit and read for a while and think and eat..but then I just get real...
Posted by Kelso on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 11:47:00 PST |
Inches. |
Racked up on wood, pinched not from any forestbut from the manufacturer in China, Beijing, Hong Kong, and/or Thailand.It's not so bad being curdled into a thick puff of flesh and then vamoosh, human w...
Posted by Kelso on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 10:00:00 PST |
To this, today, and another. |
An inexplicable befuddlement between column A of my dome and column B arose when the sounds of the almighty reason and choice heavenly prayer came falling out of the sky; oh like sounds of angels sing...
Posted by Kelso on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 11:10:00 PST |
Not ragged, loose, nor bound by twine. |
I can't believe a river stood in my way.With all the world melting behind me and the gates of heaven but one-hundred yards before me I faltered at the sight of a river no deeper than my knees.It was a...
Posted by Kelso on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 07:43:00 PST |
Mobile home. |
I go through more waves than an ocean. My mouth is dry and salty and I can never fill just enough water for you to cast your body upon. Someone else moves the current that floats your heart and someon...
Posted by Kelso on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 12:06:00 PST |
Up-side down in the wagon. |
My mother and I will walk together and find a home for us two so nice that when the bears come up for berries we will simply turn shoulder and pick some more for them and their kin. I am not as afraid...
Posted by Kelso on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 05:29:00 PST |
I should have opened the door myself. |
If the inside of that car was any darker you could have made peace with the lord and been buried in it. My questions the shovel, and your answers the dirt. It's far too cold outside to be wearing just...
Posted by Kelso on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 09:47:00 PST |
Another crack in the ship. |
Oh you thin blue walls,C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, come on back.You shake, you shake like oceans but oh I know you move like us.And when I crawl upon my knees to kiss you,I'll take my time finding the air I...
Posted by Kelso on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 01:51:00 PST |
On the way home. |
From army gates, concrete parades, to rich soil, and native grace we found ourselves facing bricks and glass and threw bottles at our shadows.We we're adults in our own minds and could make our own de...
Posted by Kelso on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 11:59:00 PST |
