Make me laugh

Say you know

What you want

You said we were the real thing

So I show

You some more

And I learn

What black magic can do

Stickers licked on lunch boxes

Worshipping David Cassidy

Yeah I mooned him once on Donna's box

She's still in recovery

Sleepovers,

Beene's got some pot

You're only popular with anorexia

So I turn myself inside out

In hope someone will see

Jackie

And Jackie

And Jackie's strength

And Jackie

And Jackie

And Jackie,

yeahI got lost on my wedding day

Typical

the police came

But virgins always get backstage

No matter what they've got to say

If you love enough you'll lie a lot

Guess they did in Camelot

Mama's waiting on my front lawn

I pray

I pray

I said pray for Jackie's strength

T.A.

lyrics day. not so much myself words day.

Well there’s a light in your eye that keeps shining

Like a star that can’t wait for the night

I hate to think I’ve been blinded baby

Why can’t I see you tonight?

And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin’

And the thrill of your touch gives me fright

And I’m shaking so much, really yearning

Why don’t you show up, make it all right?

Yeah, it’s all right.

And if you promised you’d love so completely

And you said you would always be true

You swore that you would never leave me, baby:

What ever happened to you?

And you thought it was only in movies

As you wish all your dreams would come true

It ain’t the first time believe me, babyI’m standin here feeling blue

Yeah I’m blue

Now I will stand in the rain on the corner

I’ll watch the people go shuffling downtown

Another ten minutes no longer

And then I’m turning around

The clock on the wall’s moving slower

My heart it sinks to the ground

And the storm that I thought would blow over

Clouds the light of the love that I found

Now my body is starting to quiver

And the palms of my hands getting wet

I’ve got no reason to doubt you baby,

It’s all a terrible mess

I’ll run in the rain till I’m breathless

When I’m breathless I’ll run till I drop, hey

The thoughts of a fool’s kind of careless

I’m just a fool waiting on the wrong block, oh yeah

Light of the love that I found...

lz.

my blogger button
timer is broken
fix it up blogger boys
with your blogger knives
and toys
rip apart the wires
and tire
at the mesh and glue
and fire
the dirty pistons
up thru one another
to make it 1007 not the break of
dawn

want to familiarize myself
with details that aren't mine
someone elses point of view
walk along an edge of canyons
far out west somewhere
and not think about jumping
without a notion of flying
just ooh and ahh at the cavity
holding space and time
with rule and disorder
sleep in someone elses dreams
make heart shaped letters to another
that will weep at the way i spell their name
all correct and amused
make a motion to manage all the mayhem
and catalouge it in a binder
labeled life
or something profound
"someone elses notes on things"
not my own
erase that part
and call me quits


let me lay awake in tiny leaking boats
on the river nile
watching the tops of pyramids
slip silently away


no focus.

ladies die
at ages
where most men learn to
cry
in stages
of insomnia & children
with untamed wings learn to fly
in mazes
toward a sun
that burns them down
4/4/05

swinging his hips
grinding toe heel into sand castes
built from shadow and sledgewooden play ground built for two by two
orga(s)n(m)ism
situates it's small self
it's tongue lick lip self
measure the circumfrence of the field
then jot it down on the back of a girl from oregon with electric kool aid paste
taste it burn the books gold lined classics of teachers dirty . . . tamper with the treason, no reason, but leave the space
and come back inside old man. oogle the bugles, oh donna's lungs, and shave another inch off your life tell him, old friend, down in flourly dough, how much it makes you grin
4/11/05

my . mine . drunken. prose.swept into heavy lashand tight rues of huesmine own self be truesand where does the side step to when the side needs a breatherhe always gets me with his come h-ea-ither look . . .his lets go home, to your mattress-esand do somethingdirty-er. the best of all worlds, and least of the middle. 8/3/05

kidnap me
shackle me to an island
keep your fingers on my skin
build a house
with log and liquor
write poetry on my spine with charred coal
and wash it with rain sticky ocean
wake to not knowing
and finally feel like living
8/18/05

i've taught,
have you taught,
your children well?
like we were asked,
axed,
a million years ago.
on cave dwellers walls
in higher-o
glisten
examples,
of women run down, and babies hanging from their
chest
breast
best make a run for it while the bison still burrow.
9/16/05

slow inside
this turning
call my mother's number
and no one answers
the answering machine
asks me what i want
and i just dont know
babies hit by cars
on western and south allen
tiny legs lay all around
my womb can wait
can you
no suffering to wander listless thru
11/01/05

my ferris wheel lover
has swung up high
his chariot
heading straight for the sun
deliver himself unto forgiveness
bless us
every.one.behaves but me
11/01/05

once in awhile you get shown the light . . . .

here and now
then and when
i came down from a halo
or was it a cloud
severed from god's eye itself
all blue and perfection
lingering on the obstacle of how do i love thee
let we count the ways
900 nearly
do
nt
let
go

cafe delicious
unearth the ceramic mugs
of my goddess ancestor
silohuettes in blue gold majesty
caffeine sacrifice

i shall build my shrine
to non other
but you

raise the reflection
to peaceful
enigmatic clouds
swaying in the obstacled breeze
over my shoulders
our arms
raised

i will burn my incense
to non other
but you

chant shake
take in the rattle hum
feel the earth quake
rock fall over water
ripple stillness
heavy tide
foam licking tiny rock

i have songs written
to non other
but you

collapse steady
succulent ovum
emptying goods
trade it out for something more firm
to deliver upon the craggy benches
of this forgotten isle

i can be amazing
to non other
but you

gin
and thank your
tonic
laughter

rising on the crest of my lips
saved by the lifeboat of your soul
peering out at me
from behind your eyes
begging me in
closer

Sleeping alone
Vicious blankets do strangle
Attempting to be the curve of a lover
I’ve craved
For months, days

My old flames
Filling the bellies
Of their new fires
Full full full your boat
Gently down the grin and tear it
From the arms of goldilocks
And her three bears have all but turned her away

Want to gain my warmth
The way he does
Want to have some shelter from a storm
Even in the thunder
I’ve created
And be held
Without words

pink the floyd
these boys
know how and when to touch my
lips

sink my infatuation
with just a grind of your
hips
roll call, present, pleasant, patient
slipping over fingered
tips

these fits, of passion
lash on
long after i am left to my own unraveling
i can close my eyes
and lose my mind
pretend it's your hands traveling

down the length of my arched spine

my body is your bloom

thieves take my words
compile them on dead wood stacked
to the clouds
little lonely memories slipping
spark, and light up the night
rain fall damp my face
lips cracked soakin up the chances
to make it beautiful again
watch it burn, tequila road
drive me back to me
let me linger on the stage of my core
and stare out at myself
quiver at my possibilities
scattered limbs
shaking to and fro
in about my
limbs
shaking to and fro
dont want to be here
but no where else to go
you should have seen me when i was
inspiring
you should have known me when i was
a muse
you should have touched me when i was
warm
you should have been there
before i've gone

on possibilities
and hopefuls
i linger
touch soft the skin
of it all
that transpires
amongst me
letting in the beautiful
and letting go the rest
close my eyes to savor
open my mouth to taste

you've nothing to worry about
where i want to be
is where i am
heading
. . . . laid out before the discoveries, the stars of my soul shining out
into telescopes, the many moons of my imagination illuminated by a sun, just come into orbit . . .
underneath birch tree autumns
and fingers cold, holding
onto time
and one, another
not seeking forever, and ever,
or trees carved with my initials
stubborn over yours
just want a second to bear your being
. . . . my days last 140 hours, what will you do for work on me? what will pay your bills if you call my hips your home? im eliptical and eccentric, lunar and light, take the mission and rover my ridges.