102308

Accident prone,
Our backs arch forward, eager to meet
Crashing full force together
Wreckage spilling
Out into the street

Glass glinting broken
Red savannah glare
Catching light reflected back at me
Illuminated stare

And with each intersection I find you
Meeting at the crossroads and every crux
Decisions of space and moments determine
Split second outcomes between us

Leaving, always dissatisfied
Wary of disaster, but rearing forward all in a rush
Feeling your breath on my skin as you pass
Just close enough to touch

1022

Stroking the sensation
The moment passing slow
How come hearing has this effect?

Equilibrium of sound
And vibration.
View shifted, outlook
From offhand to direct

Sending signals of recognition
One space to the next
Wishful thinking and imagination
Forming players I suspect

numb

Dumb skin
Oblivious, warm.

Blind corners
And dark spots
Leave me lost in this world of sensations
Disguising me from myself.

Solutions in sounds, a travesty of words
A tapestry of spaces in between
Libraries of unspoken secrets.

i dont know

If I had to guess
Id call it intuition
In spite of inhibitions
Your twisted lullabies come quickly
Running like milk down my chin
And I’m drink drink
Drinking them in

Tales of condolences
Worded with eloquence
Phrased just so, like ginger root
And nonsense you know

Desert of doubt
Uprooting the unkept
Digging and digging
Dragging them up in pairs
Side by side soldiers
Together in graves

102008

These are white walls of fog banks
Divided by difference in opinion
Grey mist and barriers forming white
Lines of defense
We are white powdered
Sugar sweet and seething
Writhing lines, sharp inhalation
And exhale into exhaust
Tired steam stemming trails out behind us
Pinpoint the place where apples started transforming
White distances and
Disappearing horizons, suddenly we find we cant find each other
Discovering silent spaces, doors all closed, blank faces
White lies disappear in a cloud of smoke
Evaporating into the atmosphere

streamofconscious

Country of my body
Fingers dragging the stretch of my abdomen
Exploring a landscape of curves and lines

My ship's hull, the bend of the beams
Curving ribcage ridges and troughes
The slight dip, roll of the land, shape of the valley
I feel the swoop of my sides, hipbone oars pulling forward

Rounding hands over hips
Curving mound at the pit of my belly, my own personal mountain
Domed cap and crater, perhaps this is a volcano after all

My skin is smooth, but not like glass or wood
It is smooth, but it is alive
Reaching arms over my head, I feel it shift around me
Stretching tight over affixed structures, breaking and changing topography

yesterday?

Tasting you strangely
Like sweet red stain strewn
All across the sky

Your skin slick memory
Intoxication
Polluting my senses five

1009

September skies
are saying something to me.
Whispers rushing round my ankles, through my hair
Murmuring flurries from the standing dogwood trees

Grey colored days
are speaking through the leaves in the gutter.
Maples dancing slow rag-time, Chestnuts swaying the swing.
Frosty gusts pulling words out of wood smoke,
etching echoes, the voice of my mother.

Horizons articulating
feelings like the concrete
Language barriers inhibiting translation
Communication comes instead
through the roar and hum of street

yay

In through the nose
Electric fire
And solemnity
I am cold
And ambivalent

Tasting transparency
In your words
Your expressions
I am perfect in this moment
And not the other way around

Sharp like lightening
I am crisp and clean
And breathe your lies
With each exhalation

October

Love me gently
With your teeth in my neck
Tear away borders
Biting back nightmares
An opium infection
Injecting jubilee
Euphoria and relief

Love me cautiously
With my waist in your hand
Shape the curve of your smile
Pulling close to fit
Keep out the past
Keep me still and sure
Break away bird boney hesitation
Quiet shaking out

Love me strongly
Blind kisses coming
Rushed and night magic
Pulling each moonrise, each sunset
Pushing against time
With the rush of sheets and doors
Doorknobs of brilliant chaos

Love me swiftly
But leave my words in my mouth
My hands in each others company
Change with each gear
Separate turns, our cautious slips
Anxious with winter coming
Till your eyes return to your own
And we find our places

Train call

Steam throat sighing
Forceful exhalations
An opera of foreign places
Breathing destinations in my window
Where I can almost sing along
Steel voice traveling the distance
Between one ear and the other

bs

I think its bullshit
Monotheistic ideologies and
Incongruencies thickening the smoke
Shining shiny faced out of the
LCD screens and headlights
And I think its bullshit
All lies and deceptions
One big happy fucking façade
Being passed off as the real golden deal
Streets paved with potheads, dopefiends and babysnatchers
Lined up and waiting to buy sell steal
Snatching every chance of happiness we can handle

1004

Pelican attention
Standing stiff
Dip
And retrieve

1003

Our bodies are burning
And the water, long gone
But there is wine still
And we will have drink
Yes, we will drink to our own nightmares
Our waking glass of reali-tea

The mask falls off the blind
But we are more lost than ever
And we will burn on
For anger
And for wanting
And for fear
But we will burn nonetheless
Screaming loud to the gods and angels we forsook

Stewards to nobility
But we can’t even save ourselves
And as the pieces crumble
Our scabbing flesh is consumed by what we have birthed
Hand devoured by puppet
And we burn as we fall
Blindly
But the ground is not far

And the children run laughing
Feasting gluttonous on all we have wrought them
Spinning reckless on the wreckage
Swinging on a playground decked with used up time
The weather is not just inclement, it is upon us

And I twist myself apart
Scatter and laugh at the pieces.

late night ride

Ruffling feathers
Im almost almost almost
To where I can feel it

Just a taste
Of what it should be like.

1002

Spider hands creeping
Stepping
Finger leaping
Leaving my dreams bruised blue
Discoloration spreading along lines of lies and
What is this again?
I taste salt
Cars colliding on the street, where I can hear them
Cement rising forward and back and again
My shins tighten
I feel my body as it shifts with the seasons

You’re not the one I wanted
No,
But you’ll do for now.

Though I don’t really want you
No...
But you’re kind
And you smile
And you play the gentlemen
And I like that.

Though you’re not all that smart
No...
But you’re nice
And your kisses are sweet
And you hold me
And I like that.

So....
I don’t care so much that
You’re not the one I dream about

I drown my sorrows in the definition of your arms
And the pull of your shoulders
And the heat of your breath
And I like it.

The intoxication of your sensations
Making my sleep dark and heavy.
Dark sleep. Quiet.
Dreamless.
And I like it.

Slumber ship sailing on waves of forgotten thoughts
Where I don’t dream of how
You’re not the one I wanted.

093008

tangled piles
unseen sunburns
we gather like dust
collecting in corners of this house
we fill it separately
spaces becoming clearer with
the passages of time
arriving and departing
with each hours chime

092808 - still cant rhyme

faces three
you speak to me
in guises not your own

and I implore
subconscious’ door
to see what I’ve been shown

what i needed

The feeling in my head the morning after
Heavy with guilt and hangover
Thoughts a jumble in mistakes
Who even knew there was kindling enough for this sort of regret?

And just when I thought I had things kinda figured out
Misdecision and shame go
Hand in unwilling hand
Afterburn feeding on my fuckup

The brutality of the bay fulfilling my needing
Bruising troughs, ascension and fall
I feel my emotions ebbing with each collision
Keep on breaking like glass, but it’s still here

Who knew I had this much to expiate
Just what I say I needed
Needing something else to crash
And come back together

0928

Sweating sin off my skin
While sunspots are blooming on my eyes
Blooming on maple leaf tapestries
And I watch in waiting
For them to go up in plumes of red and orange
Smoking swirling life like
With the sound of mad giggles
Curling in fits of jubilee
The air just as crisp and burnt as cigarettes
Ashes coating my eyes
Wind tasting sweet like gold

Flower power?

Sunflower kisses
Yellow face spinning
Lucy’s own eyes
Could never ever compare
Sunshine glowing golden in my heart
Embodiment of love lit on air

092808

Im careful with your name
Careful in its speaking
Cautious of the way it fills my mouth with memories
Fearful of the flood that fills my skin with its voicing

Could the place where my thoughts meet oxygen ignite?
Cause a chemical
Reaction
Cause my feelings to manifest
In physical form
More solid than these unspoken hauntings

Regardless that they’ve devoured my thoughts already
Your name floating freely through passageways
Current running swift and crowded
Bringing you to head all too often

Such an abundance of you
Im full to spilling
Your name, a drop threatening
This captive whole
Im in danger of breaking free

Canyou haiku?

Theres too many things
That can’t abide the chaos
No room left for words

Bellingham Bay

I want to be the sound of the spray when it hits the water
I want to be the reflection of the sunset on the water, on the tail of the porpoise
I want to be the place where the sky meets the clouds
I want to be the moment before the fall
I want to be the look they shared
I want to be the water mark on the beach

092708

Fog filling
Clouding
My vision gone white
I cant see beyond
Past, around
Or through
Utterly lost in this sickness
Maps, useless
But I trust you to be my guide

When on earth did I hand over authority of my emotions
I don’t remember the reins being taken from me
Fighting seems more strength than I could muster