the dead heat
like a thrush pipe drone
emptying
doppler grotto

zebra lookout legs
on a worn rubber pedal
the chrome rings gleaming
like hot wings
pushing past the double
nickel
blacktop bed

blood text threshold
and the price on their
heads

inertia contour
sleek
delusion
the manicured
and mutiplexed
one hand on
the wheel

and a burner
on a Pall Mall

The drum beats rhythm
tapping into my mind..finger snapping..paced steady.
The bass guitar strums,
that deep ambient sound..feet off the ground..slow heady.

The stars are shining,
animating your eyes..scintillating..in the moonlight.
Dance with me tonight,
sense the atmosphere..now we are here..hold me tight.

Let the warm rain fall on me
and wash the grime of time away
while bringing back the memory
of childhood days and running free.

Of splasing through a small freshet
on a warm wet summer day,
no part of me that wasn't wet,
I'd laugh and skip without regret.

Or sail boats in a roadside ditch
the waters red from southern clay
with smell of new rain fresh and rich
while watching home made toy boat pitch.

There in the valley
There is the valley
only one I know of

and

reading your version
will make me drown
in that valley of no return
where one has been

will you tape me up to your wall?
you ripped down all of the papers that were there
and I wasn't sure if you were angry or relieved
I can't tell if your head is on straight
are there two of me?
how many hearts am I holding out to you?
I can't talk on the phone anymore.
I can't help you from here.
just push the cork in tighter
let the bad things rust and waste away
you are stronger than the steel and
words are sharper than the metal

Eyes snap awake in strange dark room
skin covered with a stale cold sweat
whose stench spreads in a rancid plume
among the bedclothes soaking wet

Closed window admits clear moon light
confirming I don't know where the hell I am
Or who is sleeping to my right
it surely isn't my wife Pam

i try to clear my mind's morass
by both slapping and shaking my head
which fails to align my compass
i slowly sit up in the bed

The world is round
and spinning,
round and round
and tilting
at an awkward angle.

Retching over the side
while watching good mates
take the blue,

a wave comes crashing,
storms start calling,
and then,

the world is flat
and uninspiring;
hot and humid
in the doldrums.

Afternoons
are long and weary
and the night
brings no respite.

Naught is felt
of wind and rain;
this silence will
drive us insane.

MI RICORDO
[I REMEMBER ]

a gray silence fell on the House
pale faces in black dresses
moved in slow motion
across the kitchen floor
like robots doing daily chores
no word was spoken
one voice was missing
one seat was empty
one House was broken

It creeps,
The slow caress.
Fingers.
The false dark deads the hands.
The cold.

It fades,
The light draws a shadow
Voices become whispers
The soul's mind to eternity
I am.
I am no more.

His hand grips firm
My name murmered
in the stilling silence
The turmoil quiets
The icey chasm opens
The last beat
Entombed in the silent Void.

Neha 2013/08/18

Come forth bow
down in repentance
Forgiveness is given
for your resistance

Forsake me no more
by devotion creating
this shadow
Degrading explosion

Revolting acts led by
the sickness of greed but
to succeed, please believe, he
with faith in Our Father
shall achieve