get it packed got everything check the list again forgot something go back in grab it and run fire up the car get on the road remember something something small go without not important or buy it later stop for tacos back on the road windows down music loud whipping wind heading north almost there […]
Sometimes there is nothing invisible copse of not trees unabashedly naked denuded leaves decayed long ago A waterless lake with no surface or even a bottom Not negative Not positive lost batteries without charge waiting for remotes that don’t exist without thought
Today: Eat Drink Love Sleep
Here, sitting in my cube trying to be, still here, just here, still and quiet with the Grateful Dead “Don’t murder me, I beg of you don’t murder me, please don’t murder me” Trying to do, here, nothing here, but listen, shut out inside voice, emails there and their instant messages. “I was born in the desert […]
A kite in the tree the crab apple tree Want to get it down the kite is stuck and you only shrug Say “Let the dog in” This is your life Charlie Brown A Monarch in the tree the kite is a Monarch Stuck in the tree In the crab apple tree Still you only […]
320 million lonely sparks of light shine for each other and sometimes by themselves, without an audience All moving, mostly circumscribed though some go astray, some falter some spin off, colliding with others destroying along their broken path some take, also breaking the calm, unto themselves what is not theirs some simply benignly sink or fade […]
Let sounds drip from finger tips onto guitar sting or keys on a board a slow soft arpeggio or pounding drums it doesn’t matter what just create some noise.
Spontaneously staged videos rigged reality filthies facets of life Oozes slow into the small cracks like water seeping though walls it’s just a trickle that introduces rot and drenches dreams and dirties fantasy stains shiny aspirations like rust on chrome Flooded plains of our resolve, putrid with rot with no vision of higher ground, we drown.
Days flow down and away river jammed packed with logs groaning together on the raging waters from head of the flume to the gated and closed bottom groaning under pent up pressure as if influenced by their own desire to be free of the muddy slippery banks and confines from shore to distant shore to sail alone, with time […]
Slipping on that slick first step one of three two more to go barely balancing treading on two starting to recover on the drier third Up right and steady, ready to rock Upon hitting bottom or is this the top
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