comma snowflakes dot the cold air morning
a very fine crystal coating of snow white results
I reduce my size  
the thin veneer of frozen specks
become the size of telephone poles
stacked leaning between my head and the sky
my new world has taken the grey light
to whiteness hinged with blue
that becomes the source of my magic
so, I gaze upon the closed loop wonder
of another imaginary world that is compelled
to be seen by an audience of its own creation


Friday, November 29, 2013

how our grandfathers would envy
our ease at constructing
square stone on fluted column
that dot the coast and overlook the sand
as beaches
compromise with time as shoreline
while our monuments crumble

the crowd mills around the rough wooden scaffold
each has a part in the show of the condemned
dour officials beneath hooded cowls, darkness
a display of the supreme power of the law
criminal death sends a very, very strong message
the procession to the block ministered
by clergy vestments murmuring coded prayers
valleys of shadows, power, light everlasting
all hinting at a justifiable vengeance
the prisoner resigned to his fate under the jeers
his situation outranks the screaming populace
they will return to empty existence full of threats
he to the near comfortable mystery of the beyond
the blade falls, the blood flows staining red over brown
the flies gather for their feast, the deed is complete
the damning flies that no one expected

my style has changed me
not the other way around
there are subtle differences
in myself that only I can know
this is traced back to the simple
requisition of living
and that is repetition

man with wooden leg
unwrapping a gift of a stone of some kind
offering it to a man in a crushed felt hat
in a coffee shop
this circumstance beyond any comprehension
to this observer

find the man who thought first
of probabilities
of wager and ledger
bring up just about any subject
if you see him
reality has got him beat
pile high the numbers
stand one inventory upon another

you know, you could be replaced
very easily
by an algorithm
for that is all that the soul consists of, by awareness,
we are a series of on / off decisions

this of course proves nothing
for the lessons of history
reveal that even when armed
with sacred truth
we still fall short

sunbeams on the morning bright
removes most traces of despair
and carries me to the ancient rite
when myths of furies filled the air

machines evicted and in their place
the wind filled sails o’er the wine dark sea
gods at play with the human race
in plots and schemes vindictively

in every crack of earth, a spirit lives
gods and men in shared desire
both guilty of a deceit that gives
clouded reason for Olympiad fires

the thunderbolts fly with little debate
impulsive gods, petty, spoiled, absurd  
but regal in their conniving state
and held to oath and word

they take every opportunity
when not aligning sun and star
to shift their shape, then sexually
pounce, with a quick au revoir

jealousy, rage, revenge at any chance
stirs the north wind on the sea foam
forcing héros to tragic circumstance
with very long rides home

from a thousand ships to none at all
these powerful lords seem obsessed
to place siren obstacles and sudden squall
leaving the righteous without rest

no need for blinded giants hurling stone
let us be who are but men
so that amid destinies we are free to set our own
the earth to wine and fat, then back again

foo
step right this way
stripes
the curly haired whispers of long ago
dirt on the steppes of Maui
life and death
the boldness of breath
tea sets invented
natures idea of hooking
the falsehood of feelings
since you can sense the release of chemicals
into the gut from the gut
art is an effort
all roads are connected therefore lead nowhere
snowflakes
glaciers
the impossibility of a paper bag
well that’s why you got the people you do
blistered surfaces
invert
divert
subvert
magical marketing
lost time is all its good for
crawl
other beings
the past is as real as the now
the future not so much
look for answers under slimy rocks
headlights
mark the trail with crumbs
holiday pay eligibility
pig latin verse
loose lips sinks fish
headlines of tomorrow list all your deeds
originality pounds it out
a ground game if there ever was one
marginalized in a riotous way
burned
turned
spit shined shoes laced real tight
if you stayed this long you must get it real good
explanations spellchecked edited cast aside
meaning lost found lost and lost again
bury your words
measure the sun as a star
triangulate emotion in order to set free the main ingredient
the Bosporus the smallest gap imaginable
a wayward telephone number listed
a matchbook
adding depth to the photograph by controlling aperture
roulette craps poker slots Chinese checkers
numbers never end
gymnasium antics
mans best friend is a meateater
fall follows autumn in the southern hemisphere
three dimensions are all you need all you require
bomber
deny both the entity and the substance found ahead
synchronize your watch with mine
sand as a tonic baby oil pine
money buys packaged happiness
there was this guy named Shakespeare
opinion calls for differences version 2.0
you find the zoo to lead so very far
swing for the fences
jump rope skip sidewalk
ease
mow the concrete lawn from here to horizon
jump rope skip sidewalk
learn forget then act dumb
exit stage left
what is behind animal eyes big mystery
exponential units forge toward the final group session
king me
did the butler do it with the maid
how often is crying necessary
pound for pound the best boxer in the mid century bout of pneumonia
digital meanings end in analog discussions
legions of admirers blinded
where to turn when the lights are forever out
invest in mystery
disappoint those who will never know you
you know it
there is a dogma in need of a collar out there somewhere
temptation looms
the holy word of snowflakes delve into deep philosophy
but I always got along with everybody
why work
pituitary gland
announcing for the first time on record
prince spaghetti and salad extraordinaire
the alphabet ends in z
puddles form on distant planets that orbit toothless suns
men
loud music still comforts the savage beast
years like a tape measure stills the ragged poor children
never to be found never ever ever
solvent says eat thou peas
silo bag deliver us from the tall neighbor police
sidestep any issue involving toys
mounds of troubles can be climbed
Kansas wind also flows down the plain
think about it the sea is mostly under itself
plow
most things look better from behind
a major felony on your record
knowledge in the form of easy chew tablets
hounded by creditors bobby laid low
actors actresses chumps
results are mixed as the queen leaves daring long behind
punctuation fits into softly lit areas of the mind
stay loose
breakdown the door then apologize some more
I left home for this
mistakes are what we call experience
the smiles on bubblegum cards just as real
twenty dollars invested in nothing
pin air to itself
buy time sock it away watch it grow grow grow
cool is always enough for matty
god that guy could drink ant sanitation member into the ground
margins
leaves are raking themselves these days
so long in the past stood there with sled in hand
photographed by a grandfather clock
black envelopes glued by hand in an everlasting jump off point
poetry bound and gagged for fun and zero profit
movable type static feasts
in the groove piled high with the color that represents lament
fifty thousand big ones aint so big anymore
the river left town
cannon at the gate corded shot ingenious ways to destroy people
support the troops
he say one thing then did another wow does that hurt
memory votes early and often
nobody knows the troubled bean
it all hinges on my word being accepted
china feels so very close
the sea full of carp moistened in salt water ** boy o boy
Vermeer at the loom
the bronze age must have been heavy
time waits around the corner selling amphetamines
queer beings exit the saucer and head right for the local hobby shop
end game
paint as a medium large
pine scented maple trees win the prize
in my book the covers speak for themselves
close up to the camera waterfall
find the picture inside the cavity send help
amid ship is the place amid
of course some things are missing
ghost register to vote
went fishing came home with a tummy ache
spend your last dime see the world as it truly is
between avenue b and c there lies a small wombat
fend off the high climbing stairs that offer busy bees
mind the gaping hole that leads to oblivion ny
fog in my ear
steam punk can you believe it had to be invented
the f drive taketh away
sing a song about the street we used to chug a lug at
view my elbow rock
know thyself from the middle ages on toward the detail
love pander both you know
mom became tonnage displaced and torpedoed
you are very astute now quit it
this meeting is over like so many before it
collapse my finger into red colored dust
round up and whittle down the masthead
toothpick sized brains
its no bother at all fire away with logical pounds
page that squire knight the tree stand hunter in velvet horn
live as the yo yo
beat it now not later now before the sun sets far into the Japanese
planning a child check our bargain bins first then decide
overtime halts the easy chair
tiny
mounds clopping at the level of good mine
piles of good old fashioned nonsense
home grown
sunny side up way up
carry a friend everywhere you travel
knock
catch a rising star and keep it there
an alarming increase
happiness is a warm puppy
many are called but few are winners
put in your time split and repeat
wrinkles seem to be catching on
break the law go to *******
now is the time smack in the middle of touchy feely
mountain of jelly
pound of brown
highway exits in turning lane
polished sayings die in mid form
butterfly of course
bank on it twice
inform the theologian that grace is universal
one unit is enough to bounce the basket ball
larcenies are a regrettable offense for jumble minded
loud is the hammer of life by golly
inside
far away lies the land of nod no wait mod
never saw it coming
mud in your minds eye
clean up before the mess is tabled
throw away all hits
kong king
mondo longo pongo in delicate dancing
bear in mind that bares the soul to influence
set up the new roux
pint sized followers found via radio
fell asleep in wonder fat
knives sharpened better get a move on
loudly express a final punt
line one line two line three
when did farming become cold
newborn
disease jumps as the trampoline handles wind jammers
night can be fun but girls are more down there
love me back
mindful of the garter you can relax next year
backwards as a mean average statistical oops
venting hot gas adds to the thrill
is this thing on
swell
and and and and and and and
call the water department I am ready to fly
listen the goat will never know what hit him
long on flavor short on towels
company insists on a quaint meal of posies
behind a successful man is a chair of some kind
got milk
my friend can be talkative but never mind
rounded surfaces slip into nothingness a modern age affliction
we will escape scot free
badness baldness daily princess
puzzle in mind he left his denial on the riverbank
on the reindeer hoof we ride
specialty
how can it be hey baby that’s what we are here for right
the plays is not the thing
work your **** off then find the instruction manual
beep buzz bop
it appeared right there but is gone now
foo

stars
the height of creation by far
the only one thing that required to be constructed
as to birth all the items, actions and facts
that build actuality
which is a mystery to us, but not to itself
so alive, such an incredible life cycle
the ten million degree womb
these furnaces hang
in defeated neon blackness
they boil in wonder

fill the entire page
with snowy enlightenment
fool nobody else


five five five five five
seven seven seven oops
five five five five five


contentment I guess
can only be recognized
from its shadow, cast


direction is offered
by the learned minds afar
it’s a time machine


a houseboat with pool
a brown pigeon on a leash
a dumb dream again


snows a comin’ up
a ledger of snow, in banks
I now coin this phrase


so bright very white
crystals fall from the gray sky
shoveling diamonds


pick an argument
forget yourself for awhile
then just go away


too many people
smoking piles of well meaning
it tempts the silence


sixty divisible
one through six ten twelve fifteen
twenty and thirty


imagination
a substitute for answers
all we do is dream

politicians spout their indignities
as if written accorded discussed
not a normal existence
but some sort of trance
their eyes of blank monitors
shifting yet poised
in love with the camera
the thing that cannot be touched


Thursday, October 31, 2013

there are so many things that will never happen
they could fill a book
a book hammer bound
as with vellum as page
thick, stiff, the smell of must
the author, dust

we have misplaced our outrage
the situation calls for fire in the streets
are you listening you crawling agents?
hear me loud
hear me clear
you ****** then hide behind the wall
you watch from the rafters
dripping blood

the big lie that is security
string them up
braid the rope from the poor
shoot shoot shoot first
am i on the list yet?
**** the fbi
**** the people satisfied
with diversions
power shot an innocent man
power hides the facts
shuffled like cards in a deck
surrounded by tinder
we are unwilling to start the fire
i repeat
the fbi shot an innocent man
and covered up the fact
with the kardashians

this just in from the white house
positive positive positive
the right moves in this enviro
you got what you want
bush milked it for 7 years
they got away with torture
we Americans are stone immune
to killings, so **** people
add purpose to a culture of death
big lies small lies scared shitless lies
witnesses die at an alarming rate
the first impressions, the spin of tragedy
set the stage for popular opinion
but not for this guy
there is some advantages of being a poet :
the government kills people
and directs incidences of war and terror
to insure world order that benefits
the devil himself

the ideas seem to flow
like a river ?
no
a river is headed somewhere

life is a journey
in that case it is merely
a literary mechanism
a very tired device

there once was a *** of chili
smooth as velvet
tangy, earthy spiced and pleasantly hot
it brought me great joy

we haven’t had a definitive moment for awhile
how come ?
**** I can’t even remember the last one
they really are pretty ******* rare
if you think about it
they say that good literature
always involves conflict
of some nature
but madness can easily substitute
and will survive any clash
it is also wildly entertaining

touched in the head
to put his madness mildly
a clinical case
but it stood
and it grew
until 1982
spontaneous combusted
when his crate
could not be trusted
the doctors reacting wildly

not sure that’s possible
as far as the matter can be seen
one head just like any other
a symphony of verse
I should never had entered the room

on beech logs destined for my woodstove
I sat one summer morn, sipping tea,
young, robust, with Whitman in my hand
surrounded by wild fields dotted with scrub
the  mist would fill the valley during the night
then dissipate steadily away as the day progressed
I stood witness, it is a high definition memory
if there is a heaven it is a meadow
and the air will be filled with the sweetness
of the grass and the wildflowers
that absorbed the sunshine
under the tree swallows loop de loops
on a morning that I still touch this very day

the wind is a ghost, the sages agree
but their argument snapped on a technicality
the spirits that flow in silence, sincere,
will never deliver what just isn’t there

I have notice as the years pass
the sublime closes in
the unknowable can be felt
and loses a small part
of it’s abstract nature

Decisions pile up, they lead
to this very line verse
our beliefs contort and suffer
when confronted by truth
possessed by hubris

We are dealing with eternity
it can be overwhelming
there was a time where laces
also seemed daunt
they are now handled easily

there was a point in this traveling medicine show
where the first person context was to be ignored
so poems covered all and we replaced I
but the ego spread through the cracks
like spilt water seeping under a closed door
the lack of a threshold
and it was impossible to resist the search for human meaning without mentioning myself in most ******* everything
I suppose it was weakness but then hey there goes the whole process all over again
we are nothing but deep
what I am saying here is that our deepness is without end
and defines eternity ‘bout better than anything else

rapt with good fortune
warm, full, exposed to great ideals
excited comfort
plans, so many plans
throw off any thoughts of demise
see the eleven degrees outside
as nothing more than another palpable experience
they say that every drop of reality
is eternal but unable to be reviewed
well, I guess those are my words
now added to all this certainty


Friday, November 29, 2013

there was never a clue
that I was awesome in any way
until it was mentioned to me
by just under two thousand different people
in all walks of life but mostly
waiters and waitresses
art gallery attendents
convenience store clerks
other short lived acquaintances
I have seen awesome sunrises and sunsets
and other skyview phenomenon
I have witnessed other awesome views of the scenic earth
I am not awesome in any way
I have never met any person who was awesome
please oh please stop using that word to describe anything short of God and His saints

the business was built on the sacrifice of others
that offering of the pennies of the soul
for the dollar delivery of modern existence
the plan was growth eternal
the interpretation of ledgers of lined boxes
page after page bearing the fruit of profit
it worked and if it didn’t, a kick of more of the same
brought results
people are meant to toil
the human machine designed for dexterous  invention
where do dreams fit in ? why produce when you can deduce?
how can a concrete rationalization  be formed
that causes us to drive through a beautiful morning
only to land in a container
operated by a mystery toward an easily questioned goal
of daily bread in a world overflowing with abundance

there is a softness available
in the description of our intriguing world
the world of moving winds
living plants, bird on wing, an expanse of stars
and a blue white gray
found over us at all times
there is a gentleness, an ease
a sort of laziness behind creation
beauty is casual

the pull of the earth
is felt richly
sixty years
of spinning
the exterior of said sphere
my feet are glued
and my eyes are bulging

old growth forests
are planning their return
the seas know
their demise is premature
the glaciers will be back
bet the house on that one
and the great migrations
will flow once again unimpeded

you got to admire the earth
it has the know how learned
from four billion years
of balance, a true pro
full of surprises and hidden strengths

my strong opinions
seem to make other people
feel good about themselves

just what is the difference
between passion and raw compulsion?

the underlying sense of the un-romantic
that is seen everywhere
distracts
that is why rage is a keyboard
and the joke lies eternal

the Vee Tee hipsters delight
in this ferment, Heady Topper
an unfiltered, uncooked, double hopped whopper
with a can in their hand, they’re a real show stopper

but after the bistro night
your intestinal tract
full of brie and this brew, comes under attack
with gas that must pass, like a well that is fracked

and I know this as fact



Wednesday, November 13, 2013

summer
woodpecker sun beams
ferns, different colors
the textures of different tree barks
every tree seems damaged in some way
yet thrives toward the sun
in green leaf

madness is my family
we celebrate the holidays together
in silences broken only by memories
then we clean up
and revert to our own worlds
with swirling clouds
fields of grain frozen under the outlined sun
orchards surround fenced in farms
busy preparing the next feast


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

numbers are fascinating fictions
since their existence is in question
by some very smart people
but at the same time
are greatly accepted as truth
by a great mass of data
balanced on a pin

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

a great search for meaning is all I see in the world
from the handprints on sooty cave walls in France
to the gold foiled satellites that orbit above
but thoughts far out number deeds
accomplishment is very rare
seasons change all by themselves
I am very puny and immensely large
all at the same time
and understanding most certainly is met along the way
it must suffer from forgetfulness


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

the width and breadth of the world
people helping one another
the flood rages
the sky stays dry for ages
in between lies art and poetry
I suppose you could use a painting as shelter
or subsist for awhile on boiled books
build bridges using abstract sculptures
maybe a violin concerto could be a source
of necessary vitamins
art wont get you very far but it’s a step in the right direction



Tuesday, October 8, 2013

heard a gun shot at 2:51 am in the most quiet neighborhood in Vermont

listen, I cant tell her that

it is a very easy thing to steer in and out of her desires
as clear as a new paved highway
in the glare of my high beams
what of it

substance theory tells us that
while examining the soul of a hat
its atoms flung on quantum breezes
can show up in any form it **** pleases
only for convenience’s sake
does it acquiesce to reveal a stake
toward universal conformity
adding comfort [and headgear] to reality
how this theory applies to God
will tax our mind and lead to odd
musings, statements, lists confusing,
philosophies that find them losing
great arguments, by the wisdom controlled
from any mere child who’s eight years old  




September 2010

when roots are free the plant will grow
but no one measures how far it is to go
by earth,
field,
plow stone,
shine,
air,
rain

the mass of a living world remain
an untold mystery behind curt pages
of the driving soul and the spirit wages


Saturday, October 26, 2013

all right now listen to this:

you all must stop composing
your thoughts and ideas
via poetry
by using the first person singular

does everybody hear this
on HELLO POETRY?

do ya’ got it?

avoid using the ‘’eye’’ word
especially at the start of your verse
it lays too much on the table
it’s ‘’we’’ people
‘’we’’
find the guy that promoted individualism first
and strangle ‘im dead
WE ARE ALL THE SAME
now write…….

the sky would burn and the sea would boil
as they paid the price for human toil
a spinning globe a pitch gray sky
could absorb our poisons indefinitely
so the earth as friend became our foe
with a scrum of chemistry and below
the mass of souls behind gilded screening
search every toy for a scrap of meaning

the workmen never really rest
for every day at their bequest
they surrender dreams, for the sake of the nest
and a shadow, a sense, of meaningless jest


Saturday, October 19, 2013

dreams are powerful antics
grip you from absolutely no where
then they are gone
baby
gone in a flash

let me sleep uninterrupted
the absence of dreams
is a dream itself

if the obscure is important
we’re ******
a total rewiring is required

capacities are misjudged
at only one step
the one in front of you


Friday, November 1, 2013

http://teeist.tumblr.com

the rights to this poem belong exclusively to the author
the man with the drink in his hand
with scowls over chin
lock solid in his belief
tank tied into an intricate knot
as lovely as a flower
in equal permanence
by the theorized statement large
movement
is but the universe
looking back at itself

while you were busy searching for clues
its all about issues that should be avoided
brute blood against certain things
that cannot be touched
he went up to a reading-desk
which was there in the field
the conflict deserved understanding
this involved a portion of toil
now see to it that you return to line one


jimmy tee
Monday, October 21, 2013

there was a long trailer filled
with film reels the size of automobile tires
sitting in racks
it was my job to drive the truck pulling the trailer
through a convenience store parking lot
that was vaguely recognized
I felt confident that I could handle the job
and spoke to some other ghosts
concerning the details
abruptly shifted to changing my cloths
in an acquaintance’s home
in a wide open shower area that had fixtures of wood
that hung like closet hangers
on the tiled wall of the shower
there were sayings and quotes
written by other people using sharpie pens
that were stuck to the walls
I was carrying on a conversation
with the ghosts in the adjoining bedroom
one older, recognizable, sitting on the bed
two others, children, accepting a cynical lecture
from the older ghost
I felt the strong desire to add a quote to the walls
that sense of wanting to be heard
very similar to my desires in a awakened state
I thought and thought ******* the wisdom words
I should leave and came up with
‘’All thinking is exaggeration’’ but the sharpie pen
I chose, would not work on the tiled wall and I gave up
to enter the bedroom and listen to the lecture
with the other ghosts
there was a swirling understanding and then I awoke

a gray morning in November
unseasonably warm

once again it is the crows domain
they speak to one another, you know

the wind carries anticipation
the ground seems ready willing and able
to accept the coming snow

yesterday was a rare day
I did not drive my automobile
good news traveled my way

one dry leaf falls
floats on the breeze
****** it before it touches
the earth interrupting
determinism

anxiety stifles happiness
a goal that is realized
in stops and starts
a million jabillion thoughts
each and every day
yet we see ourselves as making rational choices
information overload
any idea what the mistake ratio might be ?


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

seems like our perception
is flawed, subjective
to base influences
such as our current
digestive state
or the nagging itch
that cannot be reached


there exists no open
invitation of opinion
yet, views appear and enter
every conversation
people rhymes wit steeple


sans wit, the year ends
as it began
with the ground thrush
pecking at the lawn

we could teach our kids
for the better tomorrow to come
and fix some roads, clean up some water
help our brothers and sisters
who don't quite think or act correctly
[for a lot of reasons that affect us all]
there’s some leftover to cut taxes too
and you can never have too many clean parks

then the next year you could also not make one F - 35
and send us the two hundred fifty million instead
then next year do the same thing
we could teach our kids…….