Not about love or life.
Not about sun and snow.
Not about hate or politics.
What more ought we know.

Not philosophy, psychology or history.
Nor horror, adventure or mystery.
Whether on sea or land,
it will not stand
in the vast oak court of reality.

A few hole punchers
A bag full of oranges
A head perplexing

The king will always rule for himself
The sea turtles never lie
The miscommunication destroying chaos

“Here’s a glass of sweet tea”

Gouging out flashbacks
Purposely watching stains spread
Wishing I could count to one million

Sailing the Mediterranean Sea
Roaming The Great Plains  
Soaring above The Troposphere


“I want to feel the black and white”

(1.2.3.1.2.3)

Walking through memories with your father
Most are racing and fun
Other then that one
That time, he made a break for the door
Well now, your mother she doesn't laugh anymore

Now you're walking on hot coals
And they burn just like your tongue
So sick of saying goodbyes
It's the only thing you've done with your life

Well you're laying out in that graveyard
That you used to call your home
Were the family has died
But the memories dance with life
The music just plays
To keep those nightmares away
While pain's rays shine
From remembrance of time
The pictures just hang, like calender days
They will not cross themselves
No, they will not cross themselves

(1.2.3.1.2.3)

She says, you can breathe if you want to
Lay down if you have to
Fall asleep only if you need to
But once you come around

We might not be around
You’ll be left feeling upside down
In a house that’s empty
Just waiting for anything to move

Get going put the needle to the groove
Kid you’ve got something to prove
You don’t want to be left out of the loop
You better get it going soon
Get it soon, get it soon

Well back up in your bedroom
There’s a book she lent you
You wonder if she knows you still have it
You wonder why she ever had it

Science fiction fable
Dolled up like a card table
Now fiction’s all you believe in
I’m just waiting to cash my chips in

But it’s less than I spent to buy in
Now I’m just left waiting
For lady lucks hand to come in
Knock on my door, come right in
Come right in, come right in

Now I, I breathe cause I have to
Lay down ‘cause I want to
And sleep ‘cause it’s you can do
When you know she's leaving you soon

Coffee and conversations
You used to pull the hair from my eyes
They were dry and now they're wet
And cryings all I'm left with

But where will I be
When my joy she leaves
Oh, please don't go

Well, please don’t leave me here
I want to hold you close
You used to clothe my heart
And now I’m just falling apart
Falling apart, I'm just falling apart

I've been
worried
lately
every time
the wind begins to blow.
The force of
that invisible
force
pulls me up
in its strong embrace,
sweeps me off my feet
and into its
unseen hands.
I become a
strange warmth
to it
as it becomes my
bedrock,
my bottom and
my base.
I've been
wondering
lately
if I might be caught up
in the gentle breezes,
swayed and
shoved around in the
upper reaches
of the atmosphere,
chilled in the
highest heights.
I've been
welcomed
lately
in the breezes upon my back,
the feel of the cold
stinging the nape
of my neck,
nestling its
strength
into my own weakness.
Maybe I
might collapse into it
one of these days,
and my feet will stop
their walking
and my hands will stop
their tumbling
and maybe I
might just become
like the wind.
I've been
winking
lately
at the thought that
I might be a dandelion,
seeds sprouting up
from my skin,
escaping pores
filled with the toxins
of 300 cartons of cigarettes
and the esteem
of a crippled chimera.
Should the wind
ever blow so hard,
be belligerent,
shove me around,
I shall scatter and disperse,
blown off in different directions--
I shall plant myself in
foreign lands
and allow my legacy
to be carried by the wind.

I feel the caress of my own fingers
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.

Alone, we both are,
Sitting patiently,
Waving white flags.

My mentality has reached capacity,
I’m looking for you, always.

An endless walk,
Is on my agenda.

I have the solution for us.

“Let’s just stand here for a moment and stare at the moon.”