Tuesday, March 31, 2009

When You've Got Nothing

It's sad that I am jealous to the point of tears, 
with an aching gut, jealous of the love that
two heroin addicts share.
The love that they endure,
as they float and fall,
hook and fight,
see the blackest holes.

It's my heart in a brick of coal.
It's emotional rock bottom.

It's so sad that I'm jealous...

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Wild

The Great White North sings, a song for all the trees
and all the crystal rivers, for the breath of the Earth itself,
for balance. 

I want to get Lost in it.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Go To Bed

233 am am
   233 jagging diagonally
to the left and hovering 
above the carpet

I took too much
   I took
Air into my lungs I'm
fit to burst

am am 236
3 minutes pass in antistillness
I have stomach 
and truth

I lack discipline at 237
I'm a wreck

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Saddest Things Are Beautiful

I fall asleep,
I drift away,
I am caught in soundmotionbliss
eternal mother's embrace -
I'll always be a child.

We don't grow up, we grow out. 

you

I don't think a day goes by that I don't wish you'd call me.
I want you back into my life.
Everything is very different now. I know I've lost my place, 
but I love you [still]/I hate you.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Goodnight

And every night, before bed
he took a fresh piece of paper
from the notepad, and he wrote,
"Goodnight, I love you all."
He signed and dated.
He did this because he knew 
that someday,
he would die in his sleep.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Nightmare About A Bomb

How the world ended, it went a little something like
"My fellow Americans," and then the television
cut out; China came calling with Burger Boy
and Big Oil.

China came calling as we sat down for supper.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Chronic

So sick of feeling sick

Thursday, March 5, 2009

How The World Ended

And we hugged the hubcaps that
hung from the windows,
And we took six foot neckties to bed.

***

This is your atomic bad dream,
these are mushroom clouds for real
The horizon is black at a thousand feet per second
The radio screams the end.

Sleep now
Sleep

The movement was too much
The cries too loud
The hunger too fierce
The eyes too blind
The minds too trapped 

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Too Soon....

I'll collect tears from the microphone and
kick your shoes through the dream,
I'll kiss the breeze on my tongue, taste the air,
feeling a little less than fine
but totally complete with the piano backbone...

I'm damned, so damned with your sad sad eyes on me
and I'm damned; I'll try I'll try with fortune in my pocket,
So catch my heart, my hands... don't gamble me away,
Don't go away

I'll pray and pray and read my bible 'till it's tired 
and then I'll write and drink,
I'll smoke and think and
I'll howl with the wind at the moon
and at the friends who leave too soon...

I'll howl at my icy chest....

I'll howl....



A Book For You


I'll write a book between the blankets for you,
2 a.m between the blankets for you 
and I sit, I squirm beneath the blankets for you,
write my soul beneath the blankets for you.....


***


I'll write a book between the blankets, oh
A book between the blankets for you and
I'll write a book between the blankets
Let's just live between the blankets
And the mattress, Angel

Lay Myself At Your Feet For The Moon

With a full moon in the sky,
I've stopped, drunk with liquor and
drunk in the moment,
IN the moment, I've stopped
And I've pointed and said
LOOK! Look at the Moon and
Look at the sky and LOOK at the truth
and now I'm here writing the truth and
Telling you, Woman, I am 
all that I can be
For you.

Long, Longer, I Miss You Friend

And the things that I have loved,
you have loved too
And everything that's left,
We played charades and we
danced and played, silly on the floor
And when I fell, I fell hard
on hardwood but you kept laughing
Because the Universe is still turning
You told me you wouldn't stop,
you wouldn't give up while
the Universe was still turning
or growing or ex-
panding; you didn't know the words to describe it.
But the things that we have loved stay the same
and even though I can't remember
all that star sign shit, 
it doesn't matter because you do, and
we embrace our differences and we
stay friends, and we stay close
and I keep you in the back of my mind
all of the time, all day, 
each month and every hour
and I hope you do too when you're painting
abstracts, shapes that maybe remind you of me.
"Oh yes, this square is his hunger in a box, yes!"

.... Oh yes it is.
And how I miss you each and every day....

I Promise You It Exists

What about 
Happy suicide?

Pisces II

I'll make you my blood to keep you close,
My sister, my greatest influence, 
When we're brother and sister,
We'll remain
Connected.