The citys like an urban jungle
Contraditions of life in every bubble
Too much hype over constant struggle
Like learning to ride a bike to a rabid dog with no muzzle
We gotta huddle
Come together to fuck trouble
Escape it's shitty weather like the shuttle endeavour finding space rubble
What?
That was muddled
Still it's enough
Oh so subtle
But it's a must we settle like the old west
A conquest for a medal
A detest like Hansel to Grettle
Use metal for a Buddha chest not battle

I'm just listening

The composition of beaded notes
dive at an angle aimed at my calves

Clear projectiles implode on my skin
slinking down toward my ankles

The rhythm is constant

Solid patterns

drumming

playing

trickling

A humming opus composed by the grey
leaving translucent tones around my feet

I could listen forever

The drenching sound
makes me
forget

arousal this heat
sensous swirling
while the crows speak
sonnets and the ciccada
hums disguised against
the trunks in shade

wind in the high tension
wires moaning
this glaze of cloud like
dinner plate porcelain
a page of dreams
evoked by the mischeif
of chimes in empty backyards

thoughts wandered to you
across the spendid waters
in the curve of sleep
supine and peaceful

When one lie leads to another
Becoming an intractable disease
Like a car without brakes
You don’t know how to stop

Mendaciousness increases
Mobile phones boost the rate
And provide a cheap way out
Trust lost because of cheap gains
They don’t know where to stop

Hearts sealed against conscience
Stealing and prostitution follow
This may lead to murder, because
They don’t know when to stop

TRANSITIONS

I am in a state of transition
And a coming subtraction is about to happen
When my two becomes a one.

My soul hides in fear of its immortality
My body feels the pain that dying brings,
And mind and spirit no longer sing in harmony
Not pleasant to see
Less pleasant to do
Terrifying when suddenly
It is happening to you

I am the perfection of imperfection
A giant to an amoeba
An invisible speck of dust to the universe
I‘m everything and nothing
But at least I’m something

Outlived

I sat by an angel with her feet trapped in
ice looking into my eyes she asked what
was my vice I gave here an answer
that in part was the truth
I love to write stories and poems

May I read what you’ve written she
says as the ice starts to melt in my
utter confusion I said what I felt
the bubble it got burst champagne then
spilled on to my paper as the
truth was distilled

We'll walk along the warm wet sand
and watch the sand fleas disappear
on the Myrtle Beach grand strand
the way we did one bygone year

With gulls filling the clear blue sky
with mobile white and raucous laughter
buzzing us as we passed by
on our way to ever after

I'm sure we were among a crowd
beyond the dunes where sea oats grew
and certainly the surf was loud
but I only saw and just heard you

As we approach the 2012 presidential campaign
Let’s remember our prayer’s to let freedom reign
So many that fought to take a stand in 2008
Paving our way with-in each and every state
We knew that sacrifices would have to be made
The previous administration left us feeling betrayed
The near future’s budgets having already been decided
Adversarial wall’s leaving the House and Senate divided
So change has most undoubtedly been hard to achieve
Only made possible by those who continue to believe

"My husband died," she says; as I shut the taxi door
"I've got two cars, but lost my license, so I don't drive them anymore
They put me in the hospital, I can't eat, I guess I'm sick
I'm all alone, except my dogs, and my eyes keep playing tricks"

did you see the moon turn gold
just over the horizon
just before the dark granite of sleep
took you to his breast?

was there a queen's ransom that
emptied your treasure room, did you feed the
hunger well enough with gratitude
to silence the marketplace? bang your drum
slowly and play the sitar with your saint's calloused hands,
passion is a fruit hanging from the tree
to know God in its aftertaste is not a cruel death