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8263 Miles

2012-01-11T12:15:00.000-08:00

Morning after your birthday

Morning wakes quiet

Charlie all white

My heart still red

Bled & tired

Ready to be fed

By the distant land

Of my father

The grandfather of time

Steps closer

How I wish to call

The times we shared

Still playing the background

On the Tele & the radio

The way your voice flowed

From room to room

Honey & bear

Claws me

Pause me

Stop letting me

Drift further

& further

Away

From the boat

Started a moat

Now oceans away

I will be soon

Away from you

Miles away

On the planet

Miles away

From your heart

Somewhere

Something

Deep inside of me

Will get me through this

Bliss

Hiss

& steam

Siting in the middle

Seat on the plane

The way to Asia

I’m sorry I couldn’t give

You the life you thought

You wanted

Or maybe I did

& couldn’t take it all

Once you see too much

Life changes us

Behind the curtain

The miles away

The music slows

My heart fades

Our memory plays

On the television monitors

Of the plane

Now our passports

Separated by

States & continents

The tracks

Of our fate

Moving down stage

Over countries

Plum trees

Chants

& sage

I see your face

Somewhere down

The isle

In the seats

In front of me

Through the pleats of life

I feel you growing

Stronger w out me

Sitting here at home

Already going

Leaving in just

Short moment

The stewardess

Isn’t quite here yet

& I guess

I just

haven’t pushed off yet

WALKING COLD

2011-11-08T02:31:00.000-08:00

Got your message

In a bottle

Tonight

Upon my shores

You washed up

Too bad I can’t

Drink away this pain

In a bottle

Or wash

Away the stains

Of the model

We have left

On the walls of

Our hearts

Tonight

Once again

Together we bleed

Oh feed the words

That sting

My outlet

You surge

Telling me of all the

Things I did wrong

& didn’t do this

& didn’t do that

You would think

I was hired to rebuild

A company or something

Expectation as high

As the empire state building

I thought our love

Was the entire state

Building of

A beautiful life

Travel, prayer

Sex, the knife

& the peach

Slicing, eating

Away at the beach

Enjoying our Sundays

Through Tuesday

From February to June

We tasted love

& we boomed

& we bloomed

But were cut too short

Maybe my selfish ways

Too short of time apart

I think it was emotionally

Distant what you called it

Guilty as charged

For everyday I learn

To be more humble

Over spilt words

& hurt feelings

I stumble

Vulnerable & it’s scary

To let little kids in

& play in a house

Made of china

Why you wanna

Whine ya, never very good

At it, just love me

Like you used to

I am grateful for you

Why don’t you just

Stop degrading me

Oh honey please

Stop the anger

& re orchestrating the past

Like chairs in the living room

The shadows cast

It can’t be moved

Just viewed from different

Angles & I choose

The one of peace

& of pleasantries

Love, oceans

& the trees

We swayed & swung

Nineteen ninety one

My love

My pretend wife

The softest love

Of my life

I remember the taste

Of your mouth

Of your ears

Taught so much

My sweet hunted deer

Now run & play

Before you

Start to really

Piss me off

BROAD DAYLIGHT

2011-09-09T02:38:00.000-07:00

Holding the light up

For as long as I could

Walking cloaked

For too long

How could we not

Stop to rest

With each other

Sheltered

From the pain

Up in the hills

We hiked that day

Heading to the sun

Into life

Exploring

Arms open

Roaring

Waterfalls

Jumping

Through the trees

Adventure man

We ran up into

Upland

To higher ground

We found our love

That day in June

IN SOIL & SOOT

2011-09-08T13:19:00.000-07:00

Still can’t believe

Thought so many nights

Stayed up late

Cracked ribs

Cracked stories

God I was so ready

To go all in

Walking the dog

Around the block at night

Alone

Stuck again in my head

This hot bed

Too lonely to get in

Just roll around top covers

With the fan on high

Every time I try

To lay down with

Another

You tear apart

Tear up & heart

Ache & burns

Pain charges

Stalls of walls

With marker you stain

My insides

How could you just

Up & walk away

Leave me here to stay

Back in the garden

With the dirt

& the trees

The bees sting me

All over haunting

Me back

To darkness

The cage that has long

Since rusted

Once again

Facing the moon

I climb too

& cling

The sharp rusted swing

Swings in the middle

Of the night

Followed by

The shadow

Of my dark brother

Swaying

Frightened

By another

Not ready to leave

This memory bed

I awake

Full of lead

Our love has stained

Drained

Fingers can’t remember

These keys

Just your house key

Dangles with mine

Still, perfectly

In time, but hasn’t been

Used for so long

Are you missing me

Have you moved on

What about the dog

And the mornings

Our love

Our life

Now with no water

I strife

& dig in the dirt

Finding my way back

Into the ground

The place I know

Best

Cover me in soil

& soot

The root of evil

Lay here with me

Deadened & gray

Just to pray

That I don’t stay too long

Buried

Here in the dark

Alone

& cold

Getting old

Again

Walking

Through this garden

Of shame

Always

My garden of blame

Looking for that hole

In the ground

To cover myself

In the warm earth

Of darkness

To seal myself

Into the night

THE REST OF THE SUMMER

2011-08-10T16:02:00.000-07:00

So wide

The skies

I cry

& yelp

For help

Please

Strike these stakes

Set up camp

Alone

To love again

Tearing open

This ribbon of life

The smell

Of your arms

Wrapping me

The day

Glows

& pours

Sunlight

All over

Dampened

Clothes

The sins

I can’t commit

You torn

From bed

My eyes

My head

I hope the

Dog is fed

While paint

Legs spread

In purple

It bleeds

From your walls

Your house key

Just stalls

In mid air

I stare

At my keychain

& the place

That fits

This key

Stuck again

With me

Your delicate shoes

Line the wall

Next to mine

How long

How much time

Till I get

A cardboard box

& box our love away

With afternoon shadows

Our heat slowly fades away

Just the memory

Of the day

I hold tight

Falling again

In love

So young

An angel

True

This place for you

Next to the bed

Alone in my head

You are this place

To watch you sleep

Such pain

I weep

The thought of you

Growing up

Walking through

The forest alone

You have tools

Tricks of the trade

Oh be brave

My love

As you walk

Through this next

Damp season

On your own

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2011-07-25T15:28:00.001-07:00

ON BOTH SHOULDERS

2011-03-05T12:40:00.001-08:00

Tossed & screaming

Writhing glass arrows

Flowering, toasted barrels

Of lime juice with cinnamon

Backgammon & linoleum

Chiseled braided hair

Deep cheek-bone jawline

Fine as hell

& ready to rev

Engines roar, skyline

Soaring, succumb to dumb

Numbness & my thumb soar

From calling your phone

Answering the tone

Responding to love

Sharing this hot steamy mug

Of morning coffee with the dog

And my wife what a great fucking

Life living this way with you

Tossing turning somehow

You always meet me on the same side

Giving strides of woman kind

Shattering misconceptions

Of the way things were thought

To be, reaching through

Teaching you is me

The teacher; fuck the glue

This is life meant for two

Unwrapping myself from

Your February arms

Can be difficult the cult

Of personality falling apart

In your arms & the 1^st time

You told me the way

Lips & bubblegum

Triggers sandwiched Mimi

And burrito, cold toes

So we go to the warm side

Of the bed-threesome morning

My 2 girls on both shoulders

Boulders of the world

I can’t feel them

Just the soft pillows of feathers

Beneath the birds, beneath

The wind, beneath my wings

The city looks so small

Us the clouds have surrounded

I don’t think we can get away

We might as well hand over

Our wallets, jewelry and watches

Letting it all slip out of reach

Allowing us to be

In charge of nothing

I think for sure we have

Lost this one to love

THE SILHOUETTE OF LIFE

2011-03-05T12:37:00.000-08:00

I walked past last night

Hurried & swept away

Scarf stuffed neck

Headphone rattled drums

It was her eyes that caught

My attention

She awake

Sitting upright, wheelchair

Blanket in lap

Covered & wrapped

Happily watching night

Life saunter by

The silhouette of a life

Once had her eyes

Today again I saw

On the way to work sittng

Up right wheelchair

Again wrapped fleece

Somehow still peace

With the way the sun

Had decided to set

Upon the hills

I always wonder what that

Last day was like

When you spend your first

Night alone

In the streets

That last week

Lost the last

Material possession

& the they city becomes

Your home

Wheelchair

& blankets

Purse wrapped tightly around neck

She said she’s scared to sleep

Cause she has medicine

On her

& there are drug addicts

Out here & she don’t

Want to get robbed

Still slobbled in rings & bracelets

Gold goblets of jewelery

Jesus this woman looks like

My aunt on the corner

How the hell did you get here

I ask her tonight the third times

A charm, I can’t just keep walking

Un alarmed

Is there something I can do

Just a cup of coffee all she asks

She loves coffee

Till seven am breakfast comes

And on Monday a bus ride

To her debit card

Home hospice maybe more

What’s a week or two the streets

She says

Then mentions she’s been out since

Thanksgiving of last year

Not even a tear

Just crystal blue eyes

Through looking glasses

Black pleather purse purched

Perfectly in lap

I hurry back home

To make a cup of hot coffee

With sugar & cream I ask as

I’m still at work

We breathe

What a world we live in

Today, somewhere I wish I had the balls

To say, come home

You can sleep in the living room

For the weekend

But I don’t, I just

Go back home where it’s warm

And prepare a cup of coffee

For the woman on the

Corner, waiting on Friday night

Till Monday comes to take a bus

To a place where she probably

Won’t find, until another time

She says her name is Cindy

ALL THE ANGELS

2011-01-03T01:10:00.000-08:00

The rain whispers

Outside the kitchen window

Like many days before

It’s amazing how fast

The pussy willow tree grows

One day she’s naked

The next she’s dressed

For dinner

Saying hurry up

Lets go

All pink buds closed

Waiting for the sun

To open her up

Like my girlfriend

She puts up

With my mood swings

The severe weather

Sings, us to sleep

Alarming, for residents

Of Los Angeles to

Get so much rain

Almost gives a pinch

Of pain, as it reminds

Us of the life we left behind

To come & play in the sun

Under hums of a freeway

All of us in ways

Dreamers

Lost astray

In songs from the 60’s

Rock-star dreams

Hippy love making scenes

We’re the ones that sang

Too loud, we danced too

Strong, most of us

Yes, we stayed high for

Too long

But not too high

The swells today

The ocean in the rain

Grey like my mother’s refrain

Making sure I don’t do anything

That she wouldn’t approve of

Still reaching for the white doves

Of love, cometh perch

Gently my shoulder

Lift ways the boulder of guilt

& shame, a lifetime

Of take & greed

Saying yes till we bleed

The citizens of Los Angeles

We are the angels of the world

Resting peaceful again

Comforted between

Four warm walls, as the gas

Heater clicks back on

The Christmas Tree

Still in song & the sound

Of these keys, clicking

Feel me trickling

As another rainy day

This way cometh

I WON'T BE HEMMING

2011-01-03T01:03:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I need to walk

To feel the city breathe

Late at night

Watching traffic whiz by

The dark irony

Of life

It’s the homeless

Who go to bed early

Up curly with the sun

Now blanketed

Drunk & doomed

Under the watchful eye

Of the moon

That place where the old

Wells Fargo ATM used to be

The Staples business refuge

For the wind, biting hard

The night skies beauty at large

While my feet ache from

Another long day

So long have I stray’d

Losing sight of the city

Sometimes I need to feel

My life walking home

I pray

Walking home alone

The cold

It’s real

Letting the city

Breathe me in

Learning to put love

And myself in the same sentence

Putting up with sin

Needed to get out

Of myself tonight

Wanted to fill the void within

Watching your aged legs

Spill out of your dress

Splashing over your chair

Like a hunter I

Smell lust

It’s right there

With the color in your hair

Plus I slept way too long today

Amped up and charged

Into you like a barge

I push

You pull

Eyes closed

Like vampires

Biting

We thirst

My bedroom

The great hearse

Splashing dance floor

Winded brown & soft

Yet, suddenly I’m lost

In missing my own lover

Like waking up with no covers

Cold, now curious

Fantasy expires

Desire is gone

Like a balloon pop

Instant drop

Stop & roll

And just walk the fuck away

Needed to get out

Of myself today

Walking home to feel the streets

The city I breathe, within

Pasta boat stuck on TV

Outside CNN

Glued to the way

The world looks this way

Passing the places

Where she walks

The zone; I used to call it

I guess now it’s

Just down the block

Whatever & however

Were all black birds

To a flock, the mother

Of tick & time she tocks

My desires stock, crumbles

Like the dirt beneath these

Shovel’s heaves, the winters

Tree’s, leave

Barren & skinny

Just fingers to the sky

Pointing out the places

Where I used to get high

This void inside, just needs

To be home, no death match

No throne, the garden tonight

I thought I needed

But instead, I just needed to feel

The dead, of winter

And the city breathing

Cold concrete

Beneath my feet

No harm no foul

I’m going home where it’s safe

And sound, where I

Can’t & won’t hurt you

Where the sky stays so blue

A place where the void

She can rest in fleece

And I can whisper feelings away

I guess this is showing up

I guess this is growing astray

Noticing the times

I reach outside of myself

For an answer I can

Only find in Him

The one meaning of life

Within

Begin

Overwhelmed

With questions

I stop & settle in

Don’t need to answer anything

Tonight, just some warm clothes

& my bed, I guess instead

I just needed to feel the din

I just needed I guess

To let the city win

Like a tiny rip at the seams

I won’t be hemming

I’ll leave it there for show

Tonight outside with the streetlights

I guess I just needed to see them glow

To stretch, to reach

To allow myself to grow

BLACK RUBBER LIPS

2010-12-19T14:50:00.000-08:00

Oh mimi’s kai some kissys

Just please, pretty please

God, I miss your knees

Your little white feet

Scattered all over my floor

Bending down to fill your bowl

Yes I have treats my lil girl

Everywhere we go

Daddy and mimi time

Leave mommy at home

She has dishes to do

I just want some kissys

Please, maybe two

More times

Around the block

Ill let you smell everything

You want, just come when I call

And sleep when I cuddle

My baby girl, shuffle

We dance in my arms

Like a baby I cradle

Oh little princess

I miss your toes

Rubbing your belly grows

On your back now you trust

Face to face I thrust

My lips against your

Little black rubber lips

I wanna feed you every meal

Our love baby girl is real

Just hurry and come home

Cause I really want some kissys

My mimi’s I can’t go too long

Without you, now that we’re here

We must go everywhere

I wonder what your doing

When you’re all alone, come

To live with me and ill give you

Your own thrown

Pink little tongue licking

Long white hair everywhere

Somehow love has taken over

And I just don’t seem to care

That everything black

Is now a shade of grey

I wish everyday

My manager would let you stay

Cause I hope mommy doesn’t

Get too jealous, but I love

When we have our own time

I never loved a little girl

Like this before

Oh my little mimi’s

You’re running through

My world

FIFTEEN ADORNED

2010-12-19T14:45:00.000-08:00

Sitting here thinking

December eleventh

I probably

Should be drinking

But that would be another story

And then this wouldn’t make

Much sense to me

Make more sense to me

This year, my life

The jar, every time

I shake it and step afar

Different colors shift

To stars, the smell

The memory always feels

Different, like books

That age, the pages

Wilt and fade, yet

Somehow even dead

Of the night, tonight

Your smile still burns

The way you wear

My jewelry, I can still

Feel your stare, you

Think of me too

And for that

I color us both blue

And spit these paint balls

Against the wall

Watching the way the colors bleed

Into my mouth

Passing your house

I can’t not; turn to think

Stop to stare

Sometimes I dare

I still want my share back

Part owner in this company

Looking through your

Pictures like

Pressing down

On broken glass

The pain of asking

The stain and masking

Tape to cover the seams

The places where I never

Painted your trim

Wondering if that purple

Still lives on

Smeared and sponged

I’m right here behind you

Hovered and lunged

Were both doing our hair

Pretending not to feel

Black tights paint your thighs

I can still see my son in your eyes

And I am afraid you just might

Too, a relapse for two

This season for you

Oh December, like

The wind and the glass

You cut me & my past

Shoveling us along

With the snow

I try to not let it show

But Cancer baby to the core

I can’t lie, I can’t ignore

The artist inside must

Bleed, I feel

I have taken the time to heal

I even stayed strong-

One year, no smoke babe

One year, still I choke-

Slaved

Wrapped in scarves, I brave

The new day

Walking forward I know

I must keep going

But it’s dam hard today

To not fall to my knees

And whimper

The ways I still wish it were you

Somewhere, deep in my mind

I’m still sitting here with you

My heart

On the porch keeping you warm

Making out like we’re fifteen

Adorned

Hoping

For nothing, except

Falling asleep to your charm

Waking up in your morning arms

The birds and the bees

The sun comes through the window

Even the sky looks the same

From your place

So close we live

Yet so far we stay

One year ago today

Just for a few minutes

I’ll let the pins and needles flank

Loving you

Sitting here blank

I remember

The eleventh of December

BE THE BLESSED

2010-11-16T11:00:00.000-08:00

Loving the way your voice

Rattles through my phone

Pushing one just to hear

You again, your so full

Vibrant, uplifting and spirit

Talking so soft

Your lips like moss

On the great Oak tree

Under the moon

Soft as your skin

To me in the morning

Mika my love comes

Running after a long sleep

Under the bed, she just

Can’t leave your side

Your shadow, her pride

My two baby girls

Sleeping at my thighs

The way God graces me

With women

Must be the blessed curse

Of the world

Reaching over

My new world

Just lays there

Waiting, watching

For my marbles to wake up

Look around and smile

Hearing the jingle

Dragon lady comes to life

I kiss and snuggle

Shiver and huddle

The softest arms

For me you reach

FACE JUST SINKS

2010-11-06T00:18:00.000-07:00

Walking home in the mist
Just to feel the city kiss

Kiss, my skin
The club cars rolling stops signs
Preying cop cars, skipping white lines
Passing the street
We walked our first night
Like stepping in water wearing socks
Feeling the pain seeping
Curtains smudge black
Through walls

Floorboards steep, creep
Under these city streets

It would never be the same
I never knew
The way we met
The hour in your frame
Burns on my hands
Memory sings so loud
The way you created a home
Naming our children today
Throwing away tomorrows
Cause I swear you had your hand
On mine too
The years ago
I dreamt of you
Before you finally came

I never wanted you to know
The biggest fantasy in the land
Your love
My hand, your man
Why couldn’t you just
Understand
Somehow I never told you
Scaring so easy to see
The flames you raised
Would eventually burn even me

Like a new family
I would never be able to keep
For days you would turn away
I seemed to hurt us so
I never could tell us when to let go
I thought you were that ship
The distance now your lips
Some goliath rescue liner
Strong bow and full stout
Coming to take me home
After so many years of toil
I spoiled in the fact
I would finally make it home

That cold day
Smoldered flames
February called for love
But we must’ve
Just missed the call
Somehow we lost touch
With ourselves
And our dream
Somewhere
Someone let go

Such a dreary morning
The day in my gut
I would have to jump ship
Another mid journey test
Like all the rest
My heart just bore and sank
Walking warped and wooden that plank

From heaven to hellish mud
Another memory of suspended love
Your tiny hand against my side
The ocean takes away
With lips, your eyes

Wind blown hair
My feet began to crank

Toward crashing waves below
Awaiting
For me to evolve
Back into a little boy
I dissolve

You promised forever
But I can’t find you anywhere
Today
And to be honest I haven’t
Seen you in weeks
My face just sinks
The saltwater
As deep under the sea
Falling from this plank

THE HARVEST MOON

2010-10-14T00:49:00.000-07:00

Quiet, the phone rang and subtle

Huddled answered I

It was Autumn that called back the sky

Under the stars last night

I had to take the roof down

Prance around our little town

Gallant and defiant

Happiness

Stomach fed and heart full

Laughing giant

And rolling my eyes

The way the season changes

The air feels different tonight

And then suddenly

When someone doesn’t notice

Like past cuts bled

Just like the lights that turn to red

Life has changed

Again

And today we befriend

A totally new place

And palace of mind

Our platform or time

On the planet

Wherever you are

Right now in this very moment

This is your home

In the night we lay naked

The places we keep

Those that stay sacred

Different sounds

Different drawers

Yet somehow it’s still

That same front door

Same front stoop

Yet changed and absurd

Totally different

Mind and picture frame

Don’t make it sound lame

Cause its not; it’s more

Fantastic

Than before

I’m wrapped in plastic

On the floor

Intrigued and beleaguered

Indifferent

And bewildered

The way that teenage girl

Wrinkles the sheets

Falling in love with my first

Four legged, counting sheep

Now begging to see them both

And the wrinkled sheets

Jumping to fall back

Into safer thickening sleep

Again in my arms

That morning when

The alarm arms

The dew separates plants

From the ground

The soft unspoken sound

Go easy on the sizzling bacon fats

Heavy on starches and proteins

Of birds awakening and then

That mean, loud

Rattling hum of the Mexican

Gardner and his drum

Las Palmas awakes like

A squeaking summer screen door

As we all bang and pour

Around pots and pans

Coffee pots, night stands

Round and round again

One more time

This time will be different

Yet somehow we know

So here’s the first throw

We awaken

And just like last night never happened

Hungry, thirsty for a new day

I look up and taste the sky

Autumn has followed us home

SALT SHE STINGS

2010-08-06T13:45:00.000-07:00

Fingers to the heavens

Arms spread wide

Tidal waves

Going deeper

White foam

As your black bikini bottom

Moans, jumping up

Like imaginary jump rope

Ducking these swells

Glistening hope pushes

Afternoon rays reflecting

Shimmering listening skin

Looks like the tides

Coming in

Looks like my mind

Wants to grow dim

Don’t have to follow it

These days

I can let it run astray

Even if it goes far

Far away

I stay here on the beach

With you

Getting smaller

As these gigantic swells

They breathe

Reaching for us

The oceans salt she stings

Your hair blows

A girlish scream of joy

Our crashing waves deploy

As dreamy sandcastles

Gently come down

As these gentle waves

Drape you in a gown

Swishing wishing

Smoothing the sand away

Looking down at my feet

The veins crawl further

My own fond memories

On this beach

So many things to distract

Me, up there

In a darkened mind place

In another dimension

Of time and space

How many levels of life

And spaced out living

Can we restore

Like a giant closing oak door

Smearing layers of thought

Waves over the lines

Auburns and limes

Watercolors and time

Falling from a string

Through the sky

But slowly

As if weighted down

Breathing with my throat

I stay down here afloat

Safe and the sand

Resting with my hands

Content

My heart rate

And will set free

Watching you run

And jump with glee

As nothing else can see me

In these

Summers breaking waves

CHARCOAL WINDOW PANES

2010-07-22T16:34:00.000-07:00

What a day

Some spirit from the past

Shown the way

Through your young woman

Frame, the new century

Somehow you have gained

Access too, so you slither

Through, like a girl

Just out of high school

Yet you re teach these old

Tools, the excitement for life

I guess this is why we have

December to May

I guess this is why we have

Somewhere to stay, tonight

Like you said last night

As you sketched my frame

Into charcoal window panes

Like some long lost artist

We all spin in our own

Universe and then we collide

And spin inside of someone

Else’s, but like they

Say on TV, everything

Is temporary, so for this

Beautiful cocoon to bloom

Let us sunny hot & perfect loom

I will take your hand to mine

Like a student that teaches

Me back, maybe I will

Sip from your veins just

A wee bit longer

Stronger we both

Seem to be, getting

And letting, things just

Be the way they are

Seems just right to me

I'M SORRY

2010-07-22T01:58:00.000-07:00

Broken glass shatters

Back stabbed

The way home in blood clot

Trails to the morgue

It is what I still do best

Strapping you in the chest

With fatal mortal sized wounds

Rounds filled with nitrates

To soak your blood

Cause it’s like the old game

‘You hurt me, so I destroy

It all from the ground up’

Pulling

Falling

Again aching

The knife between my legs

Slices you apart

Destroy what was left

Linger for long

Something so pure

So white

Now drenched in blood

And disgust

The way I leave the place a mess

You just can’t help but scar

By this charring nature

The nurture of dysfunction

Keep our motors wheeling

On hot engine oil we function

Like coffee brewing in the morning

I stay awake all night, just

Hating myself even more, digging

Deeper trenches of shame

Guard the light

The name of the game

Escapism

When I was just a little boy

Looking for love

With blood on my hands

And everyone crying

Trying to leave

Now awake a man

And once again broken

Another heart

Even my own

I slice so smooth

Waiting, watching

Towards the front of the room

Asking

Please send someone please

Come to the rescue

Only to be laid to rest

In these pages

Someone come

To my rescue, to find these idle

Hands, digging, sinking

Deeper in muddled lands

Ruining your weekend

And our dream plans

Some sort of fantasy ending

No boundary, no definition

Just hurt, and pain

When my mind wanders

Back to your face

When your mind wanders back

To our place

I can’t help but wince

At how bad things really got

Un believable

Where we got off

This train wreck against the wall

Bodies scatter the hillside

Crash and burn we fall

Helpless, distant, we fail

INTO THE SUN

2010-07-02T15:54:00.000-07:00

The river runs dry

Near the far end of the hill

The looking eye darker

Than before, the hour

Still clocking more

Shocking and dismantled

Carrying this bag of memory

Searching everywhere

For your scent

Somehow, disconnected

We have lost touch

No longer seeing your face

No clothes, no legs

Can’t even find the magazine

This month, so prove

To me you exist

Prove to me this

Wasn’t some final-fatal

Fantasy still believing

In me, the days ahead

May contain our laughter

And strides

Was such a dream to see

You, there in the night

Dressed in black robes, black tights

Boots and lip-gloss

Long hair and gloves

How the rain can wash

The city away

Why can’t I find the courage

To call you back my way

Still needing you, the night

The new door opened

And substitutions in place

Newer music, newer face

But it’s the comfort in the mess

I guess, searching for activity

And nothing less, than the best

I just don’t believe in bad timing

I believe in you and me

I believe I am the fool

Again because I believed

All the words you spilled

The days you thrilled

And put me, through

The times we made

Love so true

Watching you cook

In the kitchen

Burned into my hands

My forehead

Now looking at what

Was the present, now past

Burning this paper heart

So fast, where have

You gone into the sun

OUTSIDE OUR CITY GATES

2010-06-12T13:06:00.000-07:00

I hate the way we pretend

Not to see each other

In the same room

Sweating and looming

I hate the D and the I

Before the stance

Between us

Drive me insane

The new dance, we swing

Our broken wing

Please bring me back down

From this rooftop of shame

Scaling the edges, tip toeing

Around every corner of my city

Hoping for a glance

In the kill zone, tranced

Waiting for you to hide

Behind your green shades

Dismayed, in the recent messages

You send my way

In broken bottles

So bleached out and blanched

Like they could have fallen from

Some robotic branch

A fortune cookie time machine

“Hoping that I am surrounded

By people that love and care for me”

Well who the hell else would you hope

For, some soft bitten scorn

Wild boar pack of whores

A truck-load of enemies

Seems somehow now

Were frenemies, and it hurts

So bad, even when I stare into your

Eyes and you just see right

Through me, acting like

You didn’t see, or even worse

You do and just follow course

But then sometimes, you come back

Up for air, my little girl inside

Is there, and you reach for me

Her voice is back, and she stands

There, waiting for me to take her hand

And like the drug addict I am

I do and I stand, in a black suit

Your loyal man, please ma’am

Your taking too long this time dear

The times that I need you here

They’re just too far and few in between

Missing your face on my spleen

All I need is just one touch, magical

And I can’t remember the dark clouded

Forest, that lies behind my hazel eyes

When you’re not around

And every corner I bend it’s not you

Every smile I receive is missing

You in three’s, that forest that’s

Burned out of green trees

Dry and barren in the dark

The creatures on the ground scurry

In the park and steal and throb

And it’s hard to just try and sob

And make some kind of healthy

Boundary between the past

And the present

Fallen King to a Peasant

Now I stand outside our city

Walls I once owned

The key and the gate

The whole throne the estate

You once gave me all

Your kisses and soft words

Hands, heart and heels

Now scraping crumbs

Of your attention is today’s meal

And I wait still

Outside these city gates

In linen pants and a wool shirt

Rusting shovel in the dry dirt

Waiting for you to take this hurt

And make it disappear

Like whispers in my ears

I just can’t feel you anymore

This six months to the day

The rain came

And the little girl

Came my way

Still waiting for you

My love to come home

Staring out the window again

Resting between sets

Getting lost in the sweats

And the music

Watching you across the room

We both share

Remembering the very

First time I ever saw you there

And I wondered, what it would

Be like to be your man

TO FIND GOD

2010-05-30T01:16:00.000-07:00

The rain is here again

It seems natural to want change

Maybe paint the house again

Some vintage thrift store

Shopping whopping

Monuments, framed in my mind

Or on the wall

Which does it matter

I stare at them both all day

Let us play with the present

Moment that seems to warp

Myself, into this ball of energy

Like cool refreshing clouds of

Rain, maybe a drive to the ocean

Is intact today, just to watch

The waves break away

As I know a strong year

Of triumph is here again

And there’s a mountain

I am about to conquer

And I guess I am preparing

For what or who lay

Rested and bountiful

On the other side

For that one single moment

As all pain and fear subsides

And I know the path has

Once again lead me to

A suspended moment

Of peaceful bliss

And just the mist

Of the ocean

Is all one needs

Sometimes

To find God

WE MAKE UP AGAIN

2010-05-21T13:04:00.000-07:00

Spider man lovemaking

I wonder woman all day

Twisted pain subsides

With comic relief regain

Darkened clouds to rain

It’s just a marvel this love

We find ourselves sheltered

Like roulette I stay spinning

Changing shapes and clothes

Barely keeping up with a week

Seems only every once in a while

Cardboard back

We match

So we light, we flare

The curtains stare

As we romp, hitting walls

Lotion weeping

It’s just your eyes in this moment

That I beg will stay open

Your legs ajar

Our lips, our scars

In moments were closer than

We’ve been in weeks

So just hold on, slow down

Again from the top now

Show me the ways of love

Eyes open arms ahead

We make up again

To recreate another day

Feeding me woman this way

Like jet fuel in mid air

Amazing how replenishing

You smear all over me

Like a new man I stand

Like all of a sudden were normal

And healthy

And the afternoon

Follows the morning

And this makes sense

And so do your lips

Biting and pulling

Chewing this food down

Out the window the sky

Grows grey

And just maybe

Just maybe rain is on the way

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2010-05-21T11:43:00.000-07:00

GIVING YOU AWAY

2010-05-17T04:19:00.001-07:00

So long since something

So fragile, so graceful

Has even caught my eye

For so long little bird

My feelings for you, every night

True, everyone feels the glow

My high-school crush

Pinching my sides

Tree moss as soft

Gliding in snow

Every night I ran, in my head

Never were mine

Not even once

Just a few gentle nights

Awoken by your side

Our story goes backwards

Like lie, then the body, then time

Never stopped me

From playing pretend

Never stopped me

From bending these lines

So pretend wife

Let’s step into this pretend life

Think about all the seasons

Why this should work

Then the reasons why nothing

Ever seems to happen

The mind plays tricks

On me and you

Well you just order another drink

Stuck to a barstool

Stuck there to think

Fingering, tapping your phone

While I’m focused building a throne

And again every night

We both go home alone

I’ve carried this flame

Brighter and brighter it burned

Tried to stifle it out before

A few times swore that Was

Was the door

The way out and away

But inside can’t help but ponder

Is it the one that looks good on paper

Or the one that just feels so good to hold

You see you are the latter

Your neck is my lather

You know it so well playing with your hair

I can see it in your eyes

So I leave town for a few days

My career and my bags I carry

I come home your married

Shocked and sprayed

Lost and dismayed

I thought we were playing pretend

Like a lover I never loved

Lambs lead to slaughter

I’m more like father to daughter

Giving advice not needed

It was in my head, I concede

So pretend daughter, I bleed

Give me the pleasure please

Of just holding your hand

One last time

Let me walk in line with the organ

So everyone in the pews can see

That I am the man

And you are the daughter

And in loving you

I’m going astray

One last time

In your arms today

You see, playing pretend again

And this time I’m giving you away

SIFTING THROUGH JUNK MAIL

2010-04-27T13:19:00.000-07:00

Don’t write to make you happy

Just to feel the darkness inside

Using micro technology

Finding my soul interior

Swallowing these pills

The machines go down

They capture the images

That make me frown

Me smile so wide they still decide

Which it is that will churn me so

Into my blood stream they swim

Like tiny warships of vision

Snapping photos of blood cells

Neurons flaring

They jump synapses of time

Into my mind

Steer beyond my eyes

Tell about my thighs

What’s inside this mind that makes me tick

Spill it all out on the table to sort this mess

Like a fourth step I take it slow

Pushing these old coins to the side

Patches from your swim team still I keep

Life guarding my past

I sleep till noon if I wish

I can, this life I built in time

The life I want to live

Not the one they show in magazines

These tiny warships making me feed

On beauty and love

Holding me back

I wear my gloves

Not to infect anyone else

Of this torment

My life is a tragedy

I sing it stage left

Taking a breast this double sided coin

Making love to women

I have joined across the globe

Spread so thing

Viscosity a brim like gasoline

On top of water

Spread out and light this fire

On water so delightful to see

Spreading and fanning

Yet too thin to stay a host

Machines under my skin breathing me in

My lungs fill with air

This carbon doesn’t care

Just pushes itself out

Retracting these feet to scratch

This muse is my match

For she is me and I am her

Peeing my tiny robots into the toilet

They fall underwater to cleanse

Packing them back up in

My pockets to swim again

Feeling the data come down

Through my fingers they write

Like candle-light cursive in the night

I describe this scribe life

Enthralled with learning

This thriving might

Dictionary

Pictionary

I’ve conditioned this condition

Subscribing to these issues

The pages come every day like junk mail

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2010-04-26T01:02:00.000-07:00

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2010-04-22T19:20:00.000-07:00

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2010-04-07T12:13:00.000-07:00

What’s Easter Sunday

When you live alone

Alarm clock

Telephone

Half past twelve

Half passed the mess

The chess game called us

Been more than a week now

I guess

Its time to digress and play

In the thick mud

Outside my door

The earth shakes and quakes

And I just stay cozy in my

New down comforter

Comforting my life away

Why didn’t I buy this sooner

Thinking to myself grinning

Rolling over as another

Missed call passes me by

I guess this is kind of like getting high

Watching the sunset through your eyes

I guess this could be called happiness

Walking naked in my nest

The house keeper sure keeps

A clean house indeed

Can’t even walk through the kitchen

Without every appliance

Smiling and gleaming

Still miss your beaming

Gleam

Watching the water

Run through your hair in the shower

All the power we made

Steaming the windows

Sure could keep this couch comfy

And cozy watching movies

Again in my mind

And on the Tele

Something of comfort and the maze

Hazy and lost in Tuesdays

Of tomorrows

Try to stay centered and not harbor

Another lost love, taken

By another pushing spring, fling

Guess I can get back to my garden

My garden never leaves

She just grows with these bodies

And memories of life

Never too much strife, when I satisfy

Myself this way

A cry for help indeed

Today on the couch I bleed

And weep

For a whole country in mass

Sitting on my ass

So content on a bed full of

Duck feathers, so fuck Heather

And Julie and maybe just

You too

Cause sometimes it just feels

Good to say it out loud

Maybe I am too good for you

Who am I to limit myself

To think that I am not too good

For someone too scared

Strong thighs but easily scarred

By the winds of change

These rusty lovers bars

Tired of shaking them to open

No key, just chains

But my black pirate ship remains

The starboard bow full steam ahead

Through these earthquakes in Baja

Oh yeah and aha, all of a sudden I am okay

With you not in the room

I guess

My nest

This must be somewhere between

A total wreck and deep bloom

Content in my room

Stuck on slouch

Falling in and out of love

Somewhere between happiness and the couch

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ON BOTH SHOULDERS

THE SILHOUETTE OF LIFE

ALL THE ANGELS

I WON'T BE HEMMING

BLACK RUBBER LIPS

FIFTEEN ADORNED

BE THE BLESSED

FACE JUST SINKS

THE HARVEST MOON

SALT SHE STINGS

CHARCOAL WINDOW PANES

I'M SORRY

INTO THE SUN

OUTSIDE OUR CITY GATES

TO FIND GOD

WE MAKE UP AGAIN

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GIVING YOU AWAY

SIFTING THROUGH JUNK MAIL

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MY BLACK PIRATE SHIP REMAINS

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