Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
May we lift our cups to all those unable
And toast to those who can't bless our table
Cheers to here-and-now, and all within view
I drink in delight of sharing this with you
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Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
From 20,000 Feet
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Thoughts Of A Distant Love
things I can do nothing about.
She needs time to heal, to feel
She's so far away
everything is beyond my control
and the situation
is looking grim...
Friday, September 19, 2008
Inside Looking Out
life's ambition left behind the grid we see just bars
Visions of a faded love behind paper castle walls
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
If You Are Worth Loving
You'll become my umbrella if there's no ceiling overhead.
I don't get lost in the fear that you might break me
when I'm at my most fragile, because even though you can,
I know with certainty you never would.
Read the complete poem here.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Da' Poets On My Block
makin' rhyme while walkin' my street:
It's less about hollarin' and more about wallowin'...
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change of scenery
Monday, September 15, 2008
to brambling brooks where they soon drown
while others hide in castle walls more frights!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Summer To Fall
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Bad Dream Hyperlinks
for the tigers and dogs will pull you in deep.
The waters will rage as you work through your list...
it’s not like wishing any harder
made it any harder to believe
in elementary mysteries
and choreographed rhymes and lines
were the subject of interest
for our class of fifty-two
and we played too many games
to learn about the glass shoe
or the poisons of beautiful witches
but we never won at war
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
the curves before us bend.
Luminescent lines we watch...
Monday, September 8, 2008
crispy baked or fried,
warm inside your tummy. Eat me
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Rhinos In Black Stockings
in sexy black stockings
but when he finally met her...
Never To Be
Beware The Bare Bottomed Warrior!
did battle but mostly in bed
seducing those she sought to slay
to fill their hearts with dread
but when the war was over
the king, he called her slut
saying, "She has made no sacrifice
just laying 'round on her butt."
Saturday, September 6, 2008
When Crusoe Said Goodbye to Alice and Dorothy
as I stood in the door
and I showed you out
you fell asleep on the floor
and I cast my doubts
gave the nurse my condescension
and left you
where you lay all alone
cause night is coming swiftly
and they say that it’s hard to find home
While I Travel
and caverns open wide
save for me the mystery
of learning how to ride. Continue the journey.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
but she held her life in her hands.
Together, they slept among the clouds...
knock off love
The Link's On You
fearing time will crush a kiss
while from the water comes the hand
That holds the hands we miss.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Mumbling while I putter, from the bed, to floor, darkness stumbles
My thoughts are grape jelly congealing to rubbery elasticity
I light my ear like a candle and sail through the opacity
The walking night, right next to me, hiding behind my head
Lurking around every corner and snoozing under the bed....
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
rattle top and push and shove.
Light the fire and walk away
to put it out another day. more...
caught by Polaroids sent to distant wilds
while music morns and Zappa smiles.