the guy on the walk,
beside the road

stopped to gawk,
spoke to goad

every car that
drove by, every

person walking
past, as he spoke

they moved fast-
er to get past.

Or be caught
up in the fracas

with the man with
baggy pants, spoke

to fire hydrants,
and spoke to the

telephone poles,
in a language they

had never heard,
but now my house

is silent and closing
in it is time to go out

in to the chaos of  
the city streets

a fracas needs to
move his feet, and

feed his hunger
a blood thirsty disease

dietary fracas one
encounter at a time

three times daily
taken with water or rain.

Beware of the clown who
has not a painted face.

where oh where
Don't go there

without me,
                      the piercings
we gave each other and the
frail chain between
                                   all the links (www....)

showing strain,
we have not travelled the world
together, or entwined,
                              but why is it you fill my mind

sad things are, we may get to know each other,
                                      but we might never meet,
if bytes of information travelling at light speed,
                                    are all we have, take a seat,
FREEdom of speech includes the internet,
              somebody ewants to echarge me by the ebyte,
thinking they own it cuz they never owned
                      up to the world of hurt they caused,

they don't own the internet,
so if they love it  and let it live free....


me like a dog chained to a six foot
post in some forgotten back yard,
overgrown weeds, Glory, you
walking by looking over the
fence, knowing I didn't get
to choose  my owner,
chalk it up to these
paws always being
muddy and ugly
like toes...

where oh where, you go
don't go there without me.

The last raindrop that hangs onto a branch, a twig
"droplet
let go, or evaporate", which one is the thing,
filter
fall down into the ground or fall up into the air,
                                              steamy but
water always finds the lowest point,
the water table quickly absorbs the fallen,
the sun so hot, sky lifts water up towards the heavens
in sheets
oh,... So looking forward to the last teardrop, eyes
                                                                                   too be
                                                                                     dry,
                                                                                  even for a little while.

Hearing plugged with fingers,
sounds
still spill
into a skull bowl
full of salt and water,
saline, what can one crave,
praline robed in dark chocolate,
the last light and frivolous thought had,

two
orbs glazed,
Signals phased,
body of
piece work,
mind over matters
most,
flashing, all the colour,
then comes the red,
then comes the green,
                                seen in observed beauty,
then comes the black,
then comes the white,
fading like the night,
to remember...

The first time of everything
Oh
and just remember the scents
and tastes
touch

one letter at a time, take
one sound, no mime, make
one word, a play on, no mistake
one muse, ha ha,
no refusal, sounds become a litter
of letters in piles of clothing on
a poets floor, imagine not the
sounds of laughter, but of verse
of rhyme of prose as one discovers
the other has toes and the sounds that
ensue, freely leading to a complete poeme.
The alphabet approach.

if you measure with a tool or a spoon,
the recipe or what you build may be a boon
of consistency, insistently...a hope

if you measure twice a reward thrice
may appear, increase in joy's result
and fear to disappear... a relief

health and mind will be renewed,
if only for the moment as, the darkness
takes a cloudy hold once more...a measure