Posts for June 24, 2016

The mountains we wish to climb
Overshadow the -shallow ponds, dead branches, rotten vines – engulfing them, even though they be more numerous than all mountains combined

the mountain air we wish to breathe
-High above the lowlands
Where tall trees cast shadows on every living thing that casts a shadow-
It Feels familiar as home as transient as the way life goes

the mountains remind us again
Of what we’re surrounded with
So it’s not a big deal whether or not you hear a tree fall

You can wait on wizards ,But make your fortune while you can

you can wave either guns or iron tools in your hand

I don’t know much, but there’s a lot that turns out to be true

there is method to madness

The lightnin bugs 
Grow silent
Turn off their lights
When I approach

Leave them be
I know why
Alil’ too well

They’ve felt
The whiplash of bigger company
The bitter 
Of death and adrenaline

They didn’t ask for their light
They only wanna know it’s gonna keep shinin 

so leave them be
‘Cus they don’t shine their light
Til they know 
No harm

Monday said
” it’s just one of those days”
After Fire destroyed a warehouse
With a corvette inside

-found from Friday edition of herald leader 10/23/15

For a second
You were lying next to me

For a second 
I didn’t mind
But then
I had to roll over, between sleeping and trying to close my eyes
And turn my back to you
One more god-damn time

and I beat my chest where the pangs began
Where your memory lived 
Once again
Only for a second
Or two

As dark as it was in my room
The shadows were darker
And even they couldn’t stand 
To watch me, watch this…
For even one more second

I miss, hate, and love you
All at the same time
For a second
I forgive you
For a second
I forgive myself
My, how time passes

Say what you want
About chemtrails 
The world
Whatever
Or
Don’t say much at all
While living day to day 
You suppose

On a quiet weekend
On a quiet street 
Four friends stood
In a quiet backyard
Screaming : ” PEPSI!” ” WRITE PEPSI!” ” PEPSIIIIIIIIIIIII!”
-in adolescent disjointed lists
At a pilot in a Cessna overhead
Dropping a vapor trail as he passed

Maybe things were just right where they needed to be
Maybe our voices weren’t so “disjointed” and faint
as anyone might expect
Maybe the pilot wasn’t so far away

For one day
In June
PEPSI 
Suspended over that quiet street
Like a kite
Caught in limbo
Between a father/son duo
And the wind

that was years ago
When our hearts were bigger than our bodies
And the sky
Hadn’t yet lost its charm

lately I’ve been attracted, distracted
by other projects, impacted
and refracted by shiny idea
balloons: empty, buoyant, and powerless
to take me where I want to go

Listless after a day at my desk,
I relish walking into the evening’s thunderstorm.
A stained glass Jesus with arms outstretched
greets us at Good Shepherd Episcopal Church.

The minister walks before the rood screen
to read us a poem by Thomas Merton.
The lights go down and the master of ceremonies
welcomes us into this Soulful Space.

Four black-clad musicians appear,
a generation younger than their small audience.
They take up their guitars, sit behind the drums,
backlit in a cloud of smoke.

Ancient Warfare‘s percussionist mesmerizes
as her beat keeps the strumming steady,
her vocalizing like intergalactic whistling,
while the lead singer adjusts monitors with elfin shoes.

The guitars never stop vibrating
as they segue from one song to the next.

In this Gothic church our pews are shaking.
“These are golden days,” the alto sings
and the percussionist inserts a haunting soprano
that points us toward our inner space.

they call him

“crazy Jack” on the sidewalk

he mumbles

to himself sometimes he shouts

wild hair arms akimbo

                               The Vision of Barrett

materializing down the airport corridor,
tall, blond and beautiful
joy wreathing her smile.

She proceeds toward me 
solid in her being
really here in the flesh
embodied family, spirit.

And the the next day
writing together in the coffee shop
elbow to elbow
each focusing on our own project
side by side force of energy.

She’s my model of sure strength and goodness.
Is is she who finds a need to fulfill–
strength in her very upright bones.