Through all of the roses
And all of the dead ends
In one back yard after another
You just didn’t care
Quite enough
Dying words
“If you leave me now we’re through.”
He would have hurt you anyway.
Original Poems
The poems and lyrics included here have been written in the 21st Century. They are presented without context or unifying theme, other than my own halting pen, eclectic interests and prodigal nature.
Many, though by no means all, of them were written using Burroughs' cut-up technique, which is one of my favorite tools for getting my ego out of the way of the creative energy.
The Question of Distributing
Oh receiver of alms
Charity Receiving once toward home
home
justice
didn’t it symbolize home
I though clean
arrived with not a conflicted
abandoned
world
distributing a drop
a guise
the hand immaculately describes a path
something was on the left
Justice observed
alms point the circumstances
we kept down now
each perhaps disappeared
save This person
I was upset about
the question of distributing
I continued walking
A Look In The Mirror
I turn away
Mirror, you misunderstand
You cast me in a bad light
Not I, this coarse beast
This ugliness is the fault of my
Children
My spouse
My circumstances
The wounds
The suffering
Are justified
I am not the one who needs to change
Contingency
he said
“i’m not litigious”
and kept a straight face
and so i felt a little bad
choking back a chortle
“when people are injured
they deserve compensation”
simple as that
fairness
justice
and a one-third contingency
Here’s What Happened
frankly
it’s none of your god-damned business
and it was a long time ago
but if you must know
i could no longer endure
the sight of her
nor the sound of one more lazy
ignorant
word
i cried for help
and she slept right through it
when it was time to wake up
In The Rainsong
When the dawn breaks
And the day begins
With your first breath
You will know me
I am rain song
I am turning twig
I am blood and stone
I am journey’s rest
In the rainsong
In the stillness
In the stillness
In the stillness
In the stillness
You will know me
With each new breath
In the stillness
I am star dust
I am circles
I am humming
All around you
I am hiding
In a moonbeam
In the stillness
I will find you
I am lambs’ tears
I am barleycorn
I am mother’s milk
I am broken
I am hopes and fears
I am things to come
I am in the cards
They do not see me
Will you see me?
In the stone and fire
In the tears and mud
In the daybreak
In the rain song
In the lamb’s tear
In your last breath
In the morning
In the stillness
In the stillness
In the stillness…
Surface Area
The surface
of a
queen bed
is about 33 square feet
A human body
takes up about
nine
Less than that on her side
How can it be
that it still feels too
close in here?
In the Morning Sun
Her blonde hair
and drooling grin
Make me want
to run
Somewhere Else Eyes
Eyes in the Mirror
Look so very far
away
Somewhere else
today
I’m always somewhere
else
With Each New Lunacy
to call that man
a lunatic
is an
undeserved insult
to lunatics
we are caught
in an entertainment endeavor
that is fueled by outrage
i used to be outraged
now i am mostly sad
disoriented
a little confused
and more than a little frightened
because there is no normal
to get back to
that’s showbiz
On Seeing a Tripod Dog
We pause at a stop sign on the way to school
Here comes a little black puffball
Skipping and hopping on the end of his lead
Dancing like popcorn in a hot skillet
As he and his tender approach
We see that he is missing a left front leg
Nonetheless whole
Joyful, he is
The Kid smiles broadly catching the man’s eye
And he smiles back
Joyful were we