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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
these pills, i haven't cried at all
none for me please
none for me i said
why isnt there any
for me?
the traffic at night
acknowledging one another
with a bot more humanity than
otherwise
the church on the corner so
well lit!
the entire street so bright
everybody asleep with the lights on
few fine dreams in the lot
a jet moans by
who said it matters?
who told you it doesn't?
4:10 PM
Friday, April 06, 2007
dizzy with hope and melancholy
i want to sleep at the bottom of lake michigan
the deepest part
violently dug by the weight of glaciers
when my ancestors were cowering in the cold
i am so foolish
flesh is so dumb
wordless and mindless
we can't be who we are at all
why are we at all
11:57 AM
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
can't be fucked
coasting through
the busy water dark and clear
but still
correcting for unnavigable winds,
sparring at ghosts ripping at where the sails were
but it stopped
mattering
but it took so much
time
it has it's way
no stars
and the few birds as if clipped
but
4:28 PM
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
it's late
the days are a rush
even empty as they are
you remember all the streets you've lived along
the front window view
and of the workplaces as well
amounting to?
an informed more
other ones
different shoes
new words by shifting teeth
predilections that shape the route
round memories settling and arranging
it's early
the days beg to be bent
and filled and foisted and fucked away
you forget so many of the epiphanies you weave
upholstering some sense about
this soaked pasture
you can mound up
sell off
sow
sit in in the winds
picking out stones and shells and
waiting as the sun arcs by and again
any is every is none is this one
like how fundamentally jazz is merely the place between breaths
7:25 PM
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
i'm ok.i just learned to eat it, this:
the yelp i want to let
it's all the loneliness
that just ages like wine
so many new tastes with time
i'm ok.i just want something i don't know
2:10 PM
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
this is a ballad
sung to all the epiphanies
squares of sunlight by
broken clouds and shades thrown
standing tall
shoulders brushed
a touch of color added
to the grey of all the questions ahead
an anchor asserted for the moment
still footing in rough waters
empty fistfuls holding
a breath that knows
the constant
a sigh that
for now, now just now
is warm and lit bright
moving the busy dust in tumbling grace
7:07 PM
Saturday, September 23, 2006
i like the blue haze that dulls the skyline
yellows the horizon behind the glass towers
the din of traffic, air conditioners and wind
a whistle or a horn or a shout across the road
capping midrises bricks that haven't been touched since they were first laid
how the seeming permanance of the ordinariness what makes this afternoon
is passing now close to five
what was it that i did
that brought me to now
how might i find an ordinary
different for me
6:58 AM
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