Monthly Archives: October 2009

where did you take my words they left with you

are you good enough to be included, he asked?        believe in yourself, she screamed! which parts of you                  demand a sick need to be young enough to fit in to their world?            your experience is all that validates you, he explained are you … Continue reading →

this morning   california north is chilled what else was meant       for  the emptied out  manila     envelope addressed in your hand       but received        the day after       your death with nothing from you        i will always wonder        i hear you laughing today    chuckling and har … Continue reading →

the porch wind chimes  furiously announced this wind             kicked up suddenly    it became another thing       keeping  my racing mind   up at this late hour its shaking eaves, this wind    knocking aged sun damaged corrigated tin off the greenhouse barn roof        i … Continue reading →

your writings are getting darker, he wrote      but there still appears to be a glimmer of light oh?

denial           oh the new-children write         what they’ve learned  through kalidescope classrooms     college  classes whose instructors       instruct them on art creation 101 or how to create art like your heroes     through their smokescreens of ultracool   they  mimick each other  stand  smug    thinking they have somehow earned … Continue reading →

its harder there than i imagined    everywhere is enemy territory               every step    a land mine of familiar memories    planted and steeped in today’s unfamiliar terrain they say that if you dreamwalk   time through a life today in  someone else’s town      it will eventually seem less … Continue reading →

there is a scent     a moment upon entering the doors     of certain  acute care facilities        when  olfactory senses kick in     with the aroma of age    of adult diapers  the amonia-like scent of urine   stuck to the unwashed       like unholy waters       or over ripe   turning fruit                         the … Continue reading →

this time    its not   the story,  lar         this time        its a real two days two days       to say        goodbye  and hello    again             as tim buckley’s lyrics      appropriately sit     fresh in my head     while today      my heart sits       breaking a little        in my chest           … Continue reading →

anvil               drop           ball                    drop                    bank                     drop                            cloth                         drop                                         blood                        drop                                                        gum                               drop                                                                      name                                drop?                                                                                                     drop                                                                                         by                                                                       drop                                                          those                                         who                              constantly                  name      drop                 validate                                             what                                                      we                                                         … Continue reading →