February 2012
2 posts
Delivery
Well here comes Life, disguised as she is the veil of a mourner. For who? The tip off is her walk—even black muslin cant conceal the joy of her feet moving across the earth. Shedding memories of night as she goes. Inevitably towards whatever direction she chooese. Now once again it is day and I watch her breathing through my mouth. She now copies and pastes the sun and puts me beneath it, not...
January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
1 post
AMASSING OUR OWN ENDLESSNESS
in the place
where no one has time to be themselves
true enough.
And yet never enough
our endlessness still calls us
from some invisible shore
November 2011
1 post
OUR OVERSUBSCRIBED DREAMS
piled into the same van last Saturday night
and the music was loud
the drivers willingly drunk
and in oblivious light of dawn
they drove off a cliff into a different sea
each laughing to itself
that it almost as beautiful as
on Highway One
May 2010
2 posts
DID I TELL YOU
About the dream of sauce pans?
the ones that have never made a meal
they hang above the stove
In the kitchen of a lesser god
shining monuments to what he one day might make
and there is no talk of starving
because this god is fed on words
that get cheaper as time billows
and life loses its urgency
Until finally the sauce pans are put to heat
after the table has been cleared.
I REMEMBER THE REAL SISTERS
the ones who made their hair all patient
with their becoming
more beautiful by the day
It was hard to believe there was a world full of them
and that there may still be
April 2010
1 post
MAYBE YOU COULD REMIND ME
Not to paint the bells I ring
From a memory of how I want them to resound
On some second hand wavelength
That coasts through my ear canal
Whenever we hang up the phone
Like that they’ll ring again
March 2010
1 post
INVITATIONS TO THE LYRICAL SUBSTRATA
Going cheep as fuck
Or for just as much as it costs to be bored
Of your own need to believe
That this poem is really that far away
It aint
And wont ever be
So long as we have these ideas
About saying yes
To our blazing microchip souls
Busy trying to process
Why they are constantly being relegated to the
Scrap heap of what technology could be
Now motherboard is out cold
She has not purred...
January 2010
2 posts
MATCHED
At some point your socks stopped matching
and so what?
who cares?
But maybe that is just it:
to find someone who cares
enough to make you wear
a pair
WE SPENT A DECADE ON OWNERSHIP
only to find the market couldn’t stand it
and now what we can stand
is being leveraged against the intangible
inaudible
eternally horny
future!
December 2009
8 posts
Excerpt
Somewhere in the North Pacific lives a man who has never been in love, at least that is the story as we have it. He lived, or perhaps continues to live on Whale’s Rest, an island some forty miles off of the British Columbian Coast. It is a place he chose in the name of freedom, and if there is any place in the northern Hemisphere that can pretend to remain a frontier it is BC. For our purposes,...
-EMBERS
a fantastic dripping supply of them
and we could name each one
before the hand-off
to ‘Mr. Shit Happens’
a veritable prophet
in these monthes
that end in ‘-ember’
A HIGH BROW DRONE
only audible to those in the know
as to who makes the rain
on their tin roofed penthouse
The Fam in Hanoi Newspaper →
THE THING THAT BRUISED
gleaned from a hack
asleep in back
who knew only to lose
DEAR ME
PLEASE RECALL THE TRUTH DONT COME CHEAP
and if it comes at all
it for sure aint decked out
in a gore tex shell
for the shitstorm
that inevitably greets it
So, remember
before sending your truth into the world
dress it for the cold
WE HAVE FOUND A WAY
to worry ourselves into exclusion
from the very thing
that makes us sing
of truer times
when we lived in colusion
GOOD WEEKS WE ARE
the same ones once
to be gotten through
but now somehow more
matched in our twists
and enjoying some version
of this
November 2009
17 posts
DEAR SARAH, HAIR AFLAME
DEAR SARAH, HAIR AFLAME
to talk of anything else
would just be lame
Because this life is for the gouged out
goers
who need no booze to light their
powers
just you and your hair
at your hour
Alright alright
WE WOULD LIKE TO RETURN YOU
to yourself
because in your moments of doubt
you never
left us to ourselves
as you were
as we was
the choice was never ours
but now there is a clause
that believes itself back to us
the one that you left behind
and now returns
just because
LOVE YOUR HANDS
love your hands
or at least pretend
all the way
we are on the mend
we tried it once
and now again
same hands
but a different bend
IF GREED WERE A STEER
and worry were pride
I would step in the corral
and tan that hide
IF HONESTY WERE A MAVERICK
And effort a talking toy
You would pull the string to hear:
Go home cowboy
THE CAMEL THORN TREE
All the way into obscurity
we spend mammoth sums
on finding water
in the sky
perhaps it is belief that keeps
the unrepentant knowing
from becoming known grief
PEOPLE HAVE STRANGE IDEAS
about themselves
and why their lives
work like this
or they dont
and still they are
a life
working on
on ideas about something else
TRAIN YOUR CHILDREN TO LOVE
some un-televised version
of This
as they always have
even when they were lonely specks
in a sea of speechless fluid
Ttain them now to love
before the “too” becomes “late”
and they bristle with the taxman’s qualms
go train them in your love for them
so that someday you can be their
their child too.
ALL HOUSE WHEAT
The grain is in the back
and the hope is in the front
and the oven is somewhere in between
and well break bread before
and maybe again after
we find it.
BANDED DRAGON
While the horns outside begin
Horns from some canyon
Of Lima at night
One that resents the listener
Who outs you in a fight
for a sleep
they can not own
the horns whisper on
and life shuffles home
across the horizon of the unloved
comes down too softly
but still comes down from above.
NOW HUMMER
Behave as you should
Go forth into the desert
And teach the people to be good
To love freedom and truth
And the western mirage
Then go to sleep in a three car garage
“dropfair”
– www.dropfair.com
THE ANIMAL JUST
The animal just turned out to not be
any more than this
they can save their ancient faces
and the smoke ceremony
that goes on for this
Truth
that likes to leave
even the animal
though he
doesn’t know it from
the rest.
The animal just
goes on in a cloud
that our spirits take for jest
REMOVE YOUR OUTS
And so on
Because as always,
This is a beginning
Not the one we wanted
But the one we have
And in this beginning
There is everything
Once again
Waiting to be desired