Whispering to Mother saint texas addiction city
There is nothing here in Kansas
the walls are all blue
the streets are too clean
I cant seem to find my face
in all this snow
the snow is melting now
it is something like spring
Youth is in love
where does that leave the old
the beggars
the dogs with cold brown eyes
I am selfish
with a fishing pole
looking searching
heating
for Love
the tall and beautiful girl
is in a red Cherokee SUV
4 wheel drive

Can we get lost in the snow
the lake is frozen
I kiss your brow

Ah,
Dear lover,
I know I never wrote you that orange letter
but I have written many
poems
dedicated
fuelled
inspired
by your longless
by your destination
that left me sad
smoking a cigarettes underneath an american flag all tangled up in its own stripes

Even now I think of your face
and how your nose was corrupted and shifted up
you're making the coffee cold
I must get back to the poem
I must get back on the road
I must
leave
and tie up my boots and starve myself in the mountains of Zen Buddhism

There is something ambient
about this weather
even the animals have colds
I saw a goose in my neighbours yard
a cop chased me out of the closed off park

I just wanted to see the frozen lake
I just wanted to walk the prosthetic beach
I just wanted to climb a frosted tree
stand with the canopy
envision I as a bee
or a bird
or a wasp
or a fleet of geese
moving South

“are you heading to texas?”
I ask the sorrow'd by cold mother goose
but she only looked confused
and walked past
and took flight

I found a bug
crawling on my lips
as I slept on the carpet
all the lights were on
maybe God was looking for something

My mind
My mind
My mind
I am in love with the sea
I am in love with the idea of women
I am in love with
wisdom
and serenity
I am in love with the ambient mysteries of my own mind
knock knock
I rang the apartment bell too
no answer
I shall crawl through the bathroom window
of my subconscious mind

the dishes are *****
and the small plastic thick television
is preaching God
and a large black man is sweating
waving his handkerchief

I wonder where God is
so I peeked underneath the diminishing green couch
with wooden spokes
sticking out
and I looked in the cabinets
and only found paper plates and wine glasses
then I climbed the roof
and checked under the moon
and I asked an angel
where nobility was
and she laughed
and finished painting her nails.

I would write a
haiku
but there is to much on my mind.

poems to read
nights to think
silence to obtain.

drunk on the winter temperature
heavy sweater
lighting a cigarette.

Late night television
Late night television
Late night television.

we walked to the frozen lake
drew our names
in the snow.

My eyes are heavy
the heart is
some where beneath all this skin.

my tiny wood table
its belly
full of poetry and my eye lashes.

I don't think i'll sleep
tonight
just lay here.

It's easy to be a fool
It's easy
falling in love.

"Hello"
i kissed her
snowing.

It's been quiet all night
my voice has been altered
by red cigarettes
and the piano
late at night
like an infant
crying
across the sea
in france
in italy
lovers kiss
and the night is long and bright
with neon signs
fire flies in the fog by the lake
it's been
quiet all night
my lamp
doesnt say much
there's a taste of leather
in my mouth.

It's been awhile
since you've
taken your life
Today I found your
photo
in the trunk of my car
fellow poet
I know it was
peaceful
amongst the
dirt
leaves
the good sun
on your face
with the smell of
pine trees.

I would give a toast
but i'm out of wine
hanging onto
icicles
kissing hard wood lips
thinking to myself
thinking to the trees
thinking to the side-walk covered in snow and black cigarettes
midnight silent french film
projected by the
Moon
and the homeless woman
singing in the park
wearing
old white shoes
i would raise my glass
but I’m to drunk to honour the dead
and the river is cold
kiss an animal
kiss the
road for the unwanted
road for the seekers
raise your
dinted beer cans
to the overweight sky
my car with a missing tire
to the girl
in a purple over coat
that I’m in love with
but the thick smog of smoke
has me on the floor
the house is burning down
we're all on fire
checking the facet for water
suddenly the watch tower is
off
the sailor hasn’t paid the electric bill
suddenly
it is morning
and the sun is crawling up the sleeve of the sky
let's go out side
before it's too cold
to make love in the dirt
put on boots
draw back your hair
you’re beautiful
i wrote in blue pastels
on the park bench in November
climbed a wall
stood on a stage
at night
quiet
we kissed
and the play ended
with no one around
except the
occasional breeze
and your eyes
that woke the night.

mouth of cigarettes and beer
bark
icicles from the upstairs
balcony
i apologized to the
purple angel
for my silence
waves in her brown hair
drove 30 miles
to a party
where I drank beer
and took a walk
alone
talked with a couple of
homeless men
happy
drinking whiskey from a brown paper bag
i took a swig
and smiled with them
for the time being.

She was tall
she had brown skin
she was beautiful at night when kansas snowed
casting a long sad white glancing shadow
over the streets
the homes of families
of brick cafés and chinese restaurants that are open 24/7
she has big eyes
and there were rings in her eyes like that of a tree that grew in your dreams
but you never had the time to chop it down
and carve the bark
into eyes of a woman
I had only kissed her once
she had lips like michigan lake's winter waves
and she laughed
trees quivered in the wind at 9pm
and she laughed
snow drizzled from the tall tall unreachable ****** sky
and she laughed
with coffee
with cigarettes that we shared like 1940'd milkshake sweater dress couples
drove in a 500 dollar red beat up jeep
with 4 wheel drive
and the passenger window was unable to roll up or down
we drove to a park that was closed
covered in snow and ice and deer tracks and mud and snapped branches
walked to the docks
of a lake
waters still moving
thick
like olive oil
or whiskey from the freezer
she spelled her name in the snow with her feet
the ducks talked
and I touched the quarters in my pocket
lighting cigarette after cigarette
and she laughed.