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Take the Time

From notions
Of from whence
And potions
Fake friends
Commotioned ends
It goes on
And we won’t wait
Take the time
To meditate.

But celebrate.

What is a cast?
A group of people,
Moulded plaster,
And autographs.

How is it made?
By a d(ire)(o)ctor.

It is not chosen
And sometimes feels

It loses itself in itself
Is vulnerable to force
Is sometimes rigid
And put in place to heal,
Or prevent, or fix.

It is never the same
Even if it is just one for
Months or years

When the cast is on
It’s hot, sweaty,
Hard and
Things get sticky quick.

The director can’t control it alone
And any temporary manager
Or producer, designer, master
Cannot touch skin through plaster

Instead, the cast has to come
And serve its purpose
From its base to its tip
And from top to bottom.

And when it finally comes off
After all is said and done
It sees the bruises, scrapes
And wipes away the blood
And years of sweat
And finally feels relief
And freedom.

But it becomes an individual
To be one with its cast
So that freedom is not in breaks
So that breaks are short-lived
And cool casts are never forgotten.

Be one with the plaster and gauze
United in goal and in cause
Leave no part uncovered
So when we finally come together,
United in presents and pasts
We are mired in ecstasy
One of many casts
Memorable to me.

He Said

Clocks clapping rhythymically
as a young man in a bowler hat
pulls his shirtsleeve up his arm
and checks his watch.

Thirty plus years
He has to wait
Thirty plus years.

A fly buzzes around the room
a man in a black suit, black tie
sees it land on his arm; doesn’t move.
Fly flies away.

Twenty plus years
He has to wait
Twenty plus years.

The mirror falls from its mooring
a young man, breaking apart in front of him
Pieces lie spread over the wooden floor
he sees his aged, tired eyes in them.

Ten years more
He has to wait
Ten years more.

Someone enters the room and sits
and begins to eat and chew open-mouthed
each smack and swallow painfully slow
he hears his mouth water.

Five more years
Five more years.

A crowd has begun to gather
they know the time is coming.
Their tensile strength is great
as they watch, silent.

One year.
one year.

The camera crews have shown
lights blazon inside his eyelids
his suit is gray, his hair is white
and his eyes are empty
and wide in fright.

A week.

He feels himself slump
crowd gasps, lightbulbs flash
the flies are back in droves
and the sun is hot.

Days left: one.

He hears his breath begin to catch
his toes begin to curl
his hair falls out completely
he chokes back the urge to hurl

"Today is the day
of great anticipation.”
He said. 

Teetering Fairly in Immodesty

I can’t help but recede at times
Into my minds locations
Volcanos erupting unexpectedly, lava slowly belching from the gut of the earth
Fading away into the darkness of the depths of a pool as the chlorine stings your eyes and you fight to rise to the top and always get there, but think about when you won’t
Or that deep grass verdana on a sticky summers evening with a man in a cheap cloth suit and a fedora staring out in anticipation, hairs on the back of his neck at attention as he sees a lion approaching his enclave.
And they’re all moments transfixed in my mind
Eyes struck sightless and blind And the sublime attack Renders me lifeless. With a beat til the end Controlling my body Toeing the line, Teetering fairly in immodesty.

The Heart of Spring

The green growth flair
From the rooting lair
Is too much for me
The birds of spring
Like to sing
Just for me.
I listen in
To their playful din
As its strains sweetly fall
No thing like spring
My baby birdies call

May Nights

There is something about May nights
When it is quiet and cool
And you hear the growth in the wind
It is easy to get lost in the lulling blackness
Of lush valleys of tall grass
With a warm and earthy smell emanating from its coolness.
The sounds are low and far away.
The moon may or may not be there
It’s getting harder to tell through the thickening trees
Ripening just as light hits its apex
Keeping you in darkness
But in May there’s just enough night light
And night bright
To walk through the world and see yourself right
It’s easier to breathe Mother Nature
And the dew point contrasts the
Mayday boiling points
With deftness and ease
And soft rustles of trees
There’s no destination
Or path of right and wrong
the music of natures conversation
All long, cool, quiet night, long.

We Are The Good

Before I read this out loud,
You better listen and respect.
Wait, no, prefaces are bullshit.
Let me just be direct to you.
Every piece of advice you tell me…
Is poorly timed.
And here’s the thing
Maybe it works with your vibe
But the interrupting
Mood disrupting
Failure of a diatribe
You’re just uttering

Because I live for the good,
Even if I’m not the greatest.
And doe just trying is ok
It don’t do nothing.

Put it like this
Don’t tell me how to phrase my soul!
Who ever made you think…
When you should just think for yourself?

So don’t step up in here
Walk up talkin trash
Movin up into my grill
Running some kind of
Worthless ass ‘parcheesey’
Thinking my drive is easy
To conquer.

Because I am the good.
I am like the underdog battling
In ear splitting thunder
With gale force winds
Whipping torrents of rain
Attempting descent on a thin line
Helicoptered by a dubious driver
To save the queen of England
From a tree made of asbestos
Falling into a sinkhole.
Because I am like that.

We are the good
The humanity
The shared existence
That we all know and believe in
We rise above
We say fuck that
And fuck you
We are the good
And sometimes bein good
Is breaking your rules
Still go to the schools
Just don’t buy into the fools
We think we have it all figured out
Because we are the good.

But we’re also Job.
Everything gone in an instant
Or we’re Jonah
Swallowed by a whale
Because our contemporaries
Are too contemporary
to read
The Bible.

Or maybe that’s me
And I’m just pretentious
Or maybe this was true
Or maybe I never meant this
Or maybe I’m confused
Or maybe I’m not
And I’m just pretentious.

Maybe this wasted your time
Maybe now I’m not the good
Maybe for once I don’t wanna be
I didn’t do what’s right and I should
For these truths I always have stood

So now you hate me
And diagnosed me borderline
Or bi-polar because of the whine
Or addicted because of the crack
Or wasted cuz dope ain’t whack
And I’m wrong like that

Or now I paint like Da Vinci
And you’re Mona Lisa
Or I’m Leo
And you’re being one of my French girls
And now I’m crazy and you surely hate me

Let me stop.
And give you the truth.
No eye for eye or tooth for tooth
Just get beat up by everyone
And take as many blows as possible
Toughen up
Fuck swag and strut
Stop with can’t and but
Do everyone else’s work
Make everyone happy
Take nothing for yourself
Be miserable inside
for everyone
Who is miserable outside
And quit.
That’s it.

Hold on. It’s not.
I’m going to fight my way back
To the top
I’m going to be king of all and do it
For the fallen
I’ll care for the ill afflicted and stricken

And when I do
I’ll tell you
the truth
And when I do
I’ll tell you
We Are The Good

Ephemeral Nights

Ephemeral nights
Whisked away in horseless carriage
Odorous pinewood fire burning
Rustic chimney spewing smoke
Ephemeral nights
Rain falling, wheels in mud churning
Hidden pointy rock unspoke
Shattered wood, carriage broke
Splintered unrepairable Wheel spoke
Ephemeral nights
Lady soft exits in white gown
Dragging trails carriage in the mud and rain
And miles before the closest town
Chugging along until a thud and pain
Ephemeral nights
Shes falling gracefully crying to the wind
For help with her now shattered foot
Eyes trained, he feels he’s sinned
A face in mud and now as black as soot
Ephemeral nights
He stoops and carries her fainted.

Ephemeral nights,
Back to the town and quiet of rights
She’ll never see his acts as sainted-
Ephemeral nights.

California’s Chernobyl

Redolent redwoods
Radioactive quiet
Never to mature.

Oh Light of Sun I Spy

When the sun rises set on obsidian
Sky, its flecks of pinks and winks
Of light tambor to the sound of
Waking birds, commuting herds.

Today is different, sublime
becoming significance
Calm affect covering
Inner Statuesque shells
Chiseled by solar wind
Eroding smile lines
And sagging eyelids

But the steely clouds wont to recede
are overtaken by robins egg blue
Eyeballs peering from beneath skin.
Showing depth, pooling fire into ice
Tightened lips, a speaker’s vice

For whether high noon or midnight
The Guided sight, by colorless light
Always pales in comparison
To the grayest morn,
Off nights waning and forlorn,
The ultimate pull of pinkest goodbye-
Yes you, Oh light of sun I spy.


Ah yes, the Great Converter
The unscrupulous thinking deserter
Retreating post haste pools
Of raindrops droppin
Umbrellers flappin
Tappin windowpane
Light on inside
Barkeep that’s wide
Wise, quick drinks
Ladies, fine wine
Dine on winks
Warmly inviting
But away through glass
And this man who thinks fast
And decides to go inside forever
No longer will need a worthless umbreller

Be With You

The value
of being aloof
In beauty and
in truth
Is everything to me.

We’ll always be
What’s right
Like Paris late at night
Is everything to me

You may love me
I may love you too
I’ll be there lightly
And hold you so tightly
Just please
Be with you.


I am an outlaw, folks.
You see I elude capture
Hide smiles, grin grit
Spit dirt, hurt wit
Take cover in gunfights
Draw fastest in the land
Look dead in the eyes of my foe
With eyes of depth that just know
Every move you’ve got to throw
And when where why how it’ll go
And I’ll do exactly what you aren’t
expecting; revealing a trick, warrant
For your duress; a poetic excess
Masquerading as a victim of success
Dashing daring, dainty ladies and
Exotic hotels, cool waves, hot sand
Just a total outlaw on every plane
What did I mean? It’s all the same.
You see, musing and losing
Mistakes I’m excusing.
The time is high noon
Or the sun is setting soon
My hat is tilted to shade my eyes
Smelling hot, seeing quivering thighs
My pull is quick and rough and fast
Too good to lose or finish last
Shifting paradigm and drinking wine
Proven good to keep for what’s mine inherently unwilling to relinquish
despairingly extinguishing anguish
Riding away to be widely unseen
Free to be me is what I’m bein’

The Good Stuff I Write

I delete the good stuff I write
Because it is too revealing
Who wants to hear about it?
Rape, scorned parental love
Social anxiety, failed dreams
Unrealized potential
An inability to love right
Unable to process feelings
Even through poetic revealings
Incorrect, invalid and biased
Stupid, pathetic, wasting away
Nothing worthwhile to say today.

Cursed by curse words I’ve said
Meals less than water and bread,
Fasting for hope. Dying for hope
Hoping for death. Hoping for life.
Giving up minute by minute in the
face of strife.
All deleted away in anxious changes
Too real to exist to who it estranges.

No Goodbyes

It was a quilted tilt-a-whirl
lit with epileptic red flashes
Static death, blood colored pearl
Bodies singed quickly to ashes

A tragedy with no goodbyes
Nation’s noses stuffy, puffy eyes-

It was the soaring red rocket fuel
laced with traces of human skin
Live evaporated in a smoky spool
Celebrations quieted beneath a din.

A tragedy has no goodbyes
But stuffy noses, puffy eyes

It was unsafe tainted uranium water
Lapping across streams, out of taps
Fish population, your only daughter
Death rapidly teems in quiet traps

A tragedy of no goodbyes
Stuffy noses, puffy eyes

The shiny black beauty bolt-action
In mentally unstable hands
A functionalists people subtraction
Body bags that fill the stands.

In tragedy of no goodbyes
Stuffy noses, puffy eyes

It’s deceit in a tender disguise
Misprision in trusting eyes
That gives tragedy to no goodbyes
Stuffy, puffy noses-cold, dark eyes.