All the brightest diamonds
end up
on fingers
wrists
throats
ears.
Nice that I had the chance
to gaze upon
while still hiding
in the rocks
in the hills
with all love surrounding.
I always knew one day they'd get taken home.
Counted on it even.
December 16, 2009
November 29, 2009
October 27, 2009
Should?
living makes the days into lifetimes
the years just a few minutes
and lives a moments passing.
It is all going so fast,
but why must it take so long?
the years just a few minutes
and lives a moments passing.
It is all going so fast,
but why must it take so long?
October 26, 2009
Train.
Years roll under the tires
gravel crunching on a dirt road
shoes wear out
pants wear out
heart wears thin
and on and on.
The magic is brimming
and has gotten so loud
that dumpsters and stacks of palettes
concrete walls
burnt out cars
are shimmering
singing
you can almost see the emptiness
behind
inside
of everything.
Such a relief.
the bricks drip birds and vines
and roads swim
with vibrant eels.
wires send shoots and flowers into the sky
as rooftops crumble into the clouds.
The steam engine locomotive awakes,
and everybodies backyard reserves
come into play.
There is no sleeping
or dying
this day.
gravel crunching on a dirt road
shoes wear out
pants wear out
heart wears thin
and on and on.
The magic is brimming
and has gotten so loud
that dumpsters and stacks of palettes
concrete walls
burnt out cars
are shimmering
singing
you can almost see the emptiness
behind
inside
of everything.
Such a relief.
the bricks drip birds and vines
and roads swim
with vibrant eels.
wires send shoots and flowers into the sky
as rooftops crumble into the clouds.
The steam engine locomotive awakes,
and everybodies backyard reserves
come into play.
There is no sleeping
or dying
this day.
October 20, 2009
Sketches from Auckland
read between the lines, the old man dies a little bit more every day. Light between the sky's stone brothers tilting the stalker's walk, lover's talk, talk, talk reeling off this cavernous mind. Then comes in the whaler, yeah, without the end of the silver lining....
—-----------------------------------------
Gravity weeps
Drinking my feet
Slug along
Shuffle holding
The sneak
—-----------------------------------------
Sleepwalking undress
The blanket is left
You never hear past the billowing box
You never see past her jaws and lost
Lost below, lost below
Peering up through waves
Of years, of days
And silhouettes of mines and ships
Drifting limbs, whispering lips
Caress me deep, deep deep
—----------------------------------------
Whispered this book on the back of your ear
Searching for sounds you couldn't hear
Painted this picture on the backs of your eyes.
To keep this last still heart from the lies
We keep in walking
Breathe by talking
How could we hold so much
And let this small world live.
What happened to the mysterious way
You move, you loved
What followed these curious days
Where all was spent on the dream
On the clouds you left at home.
—------------------------------------
Run to the blue
Drink deep while you still can
These are subtle animals here
Stumble drive
Stay alive
The queen has lost her way
And everything said
Could be listened instead
Just over here
Over here
Over here again.
And the wheels
When they crumble
And horses fall to the vultures
The dream has become
The soft drink of night
However you get in
Fueled by only what came with you inside the door.
Keep on,
Keep on
You might never make it
You already won
Keep on
Keep on
We'll see if this was the way.
—---------------------------------
—-----------------------------------------
Gravity weeps
Drinking my feet
Slug along
Shuffle holding
The sneak
—-----------------------------------------
Sleepwalking undress
The blanket is left
You never hear past the billowing box
You never see past her jaws and lost
Lost below, lost below
Peering up through waves
Of years, of days
And silhouettes of mines and ships
Drifting limbs, whispering lips
Caress me deep, deep deep
—----------------------------------------
Whispered this book on the back of your ear
Searching for sounds you couldn't hear
Painted this picture on the backs of your eyes.
To keep this last still heart from the lies
We keep in walking
Breathe by talking
How could we hold so much
And let this small world live.
What happened to the mysterious way
You move, you loved
What followed these curious days
Where all was spent on the dream
On the clouds you left at home.
—------------------------------------
Run to the blue
Drink deep while you still can
These are subtle animals here
Stumble drive
Stay alive
The queen has lost her way
And everything said
Could be listened instead
Just over here
Over here
Over here again.
And the wheels
When they crumble
And horses fall to the vultures
The dream has become
The soft drink of night
However you get in
Fueled by only what came with you inside the door.
Keep on,
Keep on
You might never make it
You already won
Keep on
Keep on
We'll see if this was the way.
—---------------------------------
October 3, 2009
BurningBurningBurn.
the longest hour
crawls under grey
weeping sky
seconds seep
in and out of cool sleep
as I wait
with the dogs
for sun
and a day
where
time
burns
like
gasoline.
crawls under grey
weeping sky
seconds seep
in and out of cool sleep
as I wait
with the dogs
for sun
and a day
where
time
burns
like
gasoline.
September 26, 2009
different dances
there are times when adventuring means laying low
when the new path is the quiet one
and experimenting doesn't cause anything to blow up.
it is harder than dynamite to be sure.
when the new path is the quiet one
and experimenting doesn't cause anything to blow up.
it is harder than dynamite to be sure.
August 29, 2009
August 20, 2009
clouds....
now i can start over again.
building it up is the only really good part.
well, tearing it down is nice too,
but this time,
just this time...
i didn't have the heart.
somehow it seemed better
to let it
just
sit
and
rot.
building it up is the only really good part.
well, tearing it down is nice too,
but this time,
just this time...
i didn't have the heart.
somehow it seemed better
to let it
just
sit
and
rot.
THHWOCK!
are the moments more or less when you put your dick on a chopping block?
dickless me will never know.
i can only ask the fans of the spectacle,
which seemed more?
which seemed louder?
which boiled the blood,
sent sparks out of the feet,
which closed the ears,
shuddered the knees,
dropped the heart?
me in the middle,
or you over there.
dickless me will never know.
i can only ask the fans of the spectacle,
which seemed more?
which seemed louder?
which boiled the blood,
sent sparks out of the feet,
which closed the ears,
shuddered the knees,
dropped the heart?
me in the middle,
or you over there.
telescoper...
the further out
the quieter the sound
of the far off
long lost
mess of the
world.
spinning below,
10,000 miles
it makes much more sense to me.
the longer without air
the higher i feel
for the inevitable crash back.
just one more moment,
out here,
with the stars around my ears...
then tumbling back to you,
whom i never should have left alone,
but never had enough guts
to step off
and try the weightless.
you don't know what you were missing.
the quieter the sound
of the far off
long lost
mess of the
world.
spinning below,
10,000 miles
it makes much more sense to me.
the longer without air
the higher i feel
for the inevitable crash back.
just one more moment,
out here,
with the stars around my ears...
then tumbling back to you,
whom i never should have left alone,
but never had enough guts
to step off
and try the weightless.
you don't know what you were missing.
July 24, 2009
the longest winter
went from los angeles december january february...
cool but nice...
to san fransisco february march april may....
cold as hell...
just when the sun comes out i head to the southern hemisphere...
for a whole other winter...
i am not one to get too hung up on the weather,
but this winter is getting long, long, long
hibernation can only be sustained for so long
my bones are frozen
and the cool winds of a year in long shadows haunts my heart with an empty echo like i have never known....
maybe i head north in december and see what another 6 months does...
cool but nice...
to san fransisco february march april may....
cold as hell...
just when the sun comes out i head to the southern hemisphere...
for a whole other winter...
i am not one to get too hung up on the weather,
but this winter is getting long, long, long
hibernation can only be sustained for so long
my bones are frozen
and the cool winds of a year in long shadows haunts my heart with an empty echo like i have never known....
maybe i head north in december and see what another 6 months does...
July 23, 2009
canada?
i still had hope
every day
that we might make it out of this
and into that...
things sometimes feel now
like a jetliner
in an irreconcilable dive
only a few hundred feet from the ground...
we know it
but
there is still a chance
for
a cartoon rabbit
to materialize at the wheel
and pull the air brake.
one can only hope...
every day
that we might make it out of this
and into that...
things sometimes feel now
like a jetliner
in an irreconcilable dive
only a few hundred feet from the ground...
we know it
but
there is still a chance
for
a cartoon rabbit
to materialize at the wheel
and pull the air brake.
one can only hope...
glass.
they turn into trees,
rocks,
landscape after a while.
i was never sure if i was just moving so fast
or them slowing down so much
that made it seem so.
until the crash(BANG)
sent the change
smokes
clothes
everything reeling
tumbling
like a cannon loaded
with a suitcase
everything lost
at least what wasn't shed already
in lieu of aerodynamics
and weight...
naked, burned on the road
by the road...
now one choice...
faster.
get
home
she'll patch you up
and keep the guts
on the inside
where they belong
much to their chagrin,
this whole time they spent
jumping at the moon.
rocks,
landscape after a while.
i was never sure if i was just moving so fast
or them slowing down so much
that made it seem so.
until the crash(BANG)
sent the change
smokes
clothes
everything reeling
tumbling
like a cannon loaded
with a suitcase
everything lost
at least what wasn't shed already
in lieu of aerodynamics
and weight...
naked, burned on the road
by the road...
now one choice...
faster.
get
home
she'll patch you up
and keep the guts
on the inside
where they belong
much to their chagrin,
this whole time they spent
jumping at the moon.
June 30, 2009
captain kirk
looking at stepping off again,
no choice
as long as there is still one question
unanswered,
hovering,
i have to go.
what else is there?
where else?
who else is out there.
i boldly go where many have gone.
but i have not.
no choice
as long as there is still one question
unanswered,
hovering,
i have to go.
what else is there?
where else?
who else is out there.
i boldly go where many have gone.
but i have not.
farmer
over the years
i've watched them meet
marry
even start families
and get going on buying houses
stocks
and come up with some semblance of the real deal.
all the time i assumed that pursuing the real
automatically precluded chasing the dream.
the dreams can only take root in the soil
of what you realize.
the soil takes time.
the dreams take tending.
unless your dream is running.
sounds like a nightmare in a way.
my shoes aren't flying off every 5 seconds.
that's nice.
i've watched them meet
marry
even start families
and get going on buying houses
stocks
and come up with some semblance of the real deal.
all the time i assumed that pursuing the real
automatically precluded chasing the dream.
the dreams can only take root in the soil
of what you realize.
the soil takes time.
the dreams take tending.
unless your dream is running.
sounds like a nightmare in a way.
my shoes aren't flying off every 5 seconds.
that's nice.
June 23, 2009
lifer.
depravity is a lifetime in the making.
you can't just do it in a weekend,
though there are many that want to pretend...
it is an investment that will cost you everything
a currency of choices.
they are the hard ones
the painful ones
the suffering ones.
at the end though,
you are left with a busstop
and fast food
surrounded by tenderloin junkies
and high school thugs.
the worst kind.
and everyone knows you are king....
you can't just do it in a weekend,
though there are many that want to pretend...
it is an investment that will cost you everything
a currency of choices.
they are the hard ones
the painful ones
the suffering ones.
at the end though,
you are left with a busstop
and fast food
surrounded by tenderloin junkies
and high school thugs.
the worst kind.
and everyone knows you are king....
May 4, 2009
March 17, 2009
march
I took a month off to sleep.
I'm more tired from all the sleeping than when I started.
I should have kept working.
at least I'd have something to show
for February.
a couple of bucks,
a few shotty words,
a painting,
a tune....
nothing real,
I know,
but I am a fool.
and still think
there us some point
to all
of
this.
I'm more tired from all the sleeping than when I started.
I should have kept working.
at least I'd have something to show
for February.
a couple of bucks,
a few shotty words,
a painting,
a tune....
nothing real,
I know,
but I am a fool.
and still think
there us some point
to all
of
this.
to my first girl
it never would have worked out.
growing up for you was getting things set,
working it out,
and for me it was blasting off and blowing apart.
I'm glad I got to see you on the way in
and dream with you
even for a minute
in the stratosphere.
I hear you are doing quite well.
have ended up in a house on the hill,
and drive the best cars.
are happy with your accomplishments.
I always knew you would be.
I have a banjo left.
everything else was burned up on reentry.
but what a ride.
somewhere out there has been
the penthouse at the marriott in warsaw,
a week later buying dope in a ditch in krakow,
surfing with Hawaiians,
fighting skinheads,
the sweetest loves,
most bitter disappointments,
texas ice houses,
arizona moons,
a new york that noone has ever seen
from a double decker bus
or the shops on the avenues in manhattan.
the anals of mexico,
the stars over black rock city.
vegas from every perspective.
all from
my ship
circling stars.
dodging comets.
floating.
so much time alone
in the weightless void.
the last girl
is coming,
she came out to get me back
from my journey
across the great divide.
I'll see you when I land I'm sure.
but I was thinking of you
as I came back to earth just now
and passed the spot
where we first met
twenty years gone by
it still shines
with dreamers dust
and lovers light.
growing up for you was getting things set,
working it out,
and for me it was blasting off and blowing apart.
I'm glad I got to see you on the way in
and dream with you
even for a minute
in the stratosphere.
I hear you are doing quite well.
have ended up in a house on the hill,
and drive the best cars.
are happy with your accomplishments.
I always knew you would be.
I have a banjo left.
everything else was burned up on reentry.
but what a ride.
somewhere out there has been
the penthouse at the marriott in warsaw,
a week later buying dope in a ditch in krakow,
surfing with Hawaiians,
fighting skinheads,
the sweetest loves,
most bitter disappointments,
texas ice houses,
arizona moons,
a new york that noone has ever seen
from a double decker bus
or the shops on the avenues in manhattan.
the anals of mexico,
the stars over black rock city.
vegas from every perspective.
all from
my ship
circling stars.
dodging comets.
floating.
so much time alone
in the weightless void.
the last girl
is coming,
she came out to get me back
from my journey
across the great divide.
I'll see you when I land I'm sure.
but I was thinking of you
as I came back to earth just now
and passed the spot
where we first met
twenty years gone by
it still shines
with dreamers dust
and lovers light.
January 28, 2009
Mary miles.
some funerals are gatherings.
commemorations and stories
drop easily from the lips of distant ones.
some funerals are a war
battles waged by lawyers
trenches and lines drawn
as the coffin closes, the first shots are fired...
for sure, and I like this,
regardless of the circumstance,
or which way the wind blows,
when a person goes away
it is like one pillar holding up the roof
has vaporized.
the space has to be filled
one way
or another.
at some point, we all have a turn holding the rooftop up so the kids can watch the stars.
commemorations and stories
drop easily from the lips of distant ones.
some funerals are a war
battles waged by lawyers
trenches and lines drawn
as the coffin closes, the first shots are fired...
for sure, and I like this,
regardless of the circumstance,
or which way the wind blows,
when a person goes away
it is like one pillar holding up the roof
has vaporized.
the space has to be filled
one way
or another.
at some point, we all have a turn holding the rooftop up so the kids can watch the stars.
January 8, 2009
the formula
the bed stays warm
long after the heart grows cold
long after the conversations become old
and the dream deflated
sinks into the sea.
the instincts of my toes
drive life
forward
only when I'm walking.
in slumber things can stay exactly the same for all I can see...
long after the heart grows cold
long after the conversations become old
and the dream deflated
sinks into the sea.
the instincts of my toes
drive life
forward
only when I'm walking.
in slumber things can stay exactly the same for all I can see...
January 6, 2009
meat.
looking for the miracle in the cracks between the teeth of the monster that is feasting on your legs as you watch through the spray of blood is easier said than done.
I ain't done yet.
now I am.
I ain't done yet.
now I am.
January 5, 2009
babylon
los angeles is a war.
from the hills out back
you can even see
all the downtowns
like ten cities plopped down
in this same perfect valley
having it out
until one
bleeding
grins
standing above the rest.
los angeles is a tank in a war
a grinding
oversized
rusting
clanking
clanging
death machine,
with self absorbed hallucinators,
masturbators,
alligators at the wheel,
and a sadistic monkey firing the cannon away,
just to hear the thunder.
los angeles is a million casualties,
a million heroes,
a million saints,
protestant bystanders,
and the prize.
los angeles is a drunken fuck,
a leap of faith,
a fall from grace.
and it will never stop,
somehow we're all convinced
that this war is worth fighting
even though we know
it will never be won.
from the hills out back
you can even see
all the downtowns
like ten cities plopped down
in this same perfect valley
having it out
until one
bleeding
grins
standing above the rest.
los angeles is a tank in a war
a grinding
oversized
rusting
clanking
clanging
death machine,
with self absorbed hallucinators,
masturbators,
alligators at the wheel,
and a sadistic monkey firing the cannon away,
just to hear the thunder.
los angeles is a million casualties,
a million heroes,
a million saints,
protestant bystanders,
and the prize.
los angeles is a drunken fuck,
a leap of faith,
a fall from grace.
and it will never stop,
somehow we're all convinced
that this war is worth fighting
even though we know
it will never be won.
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