Friday, July 18, 2014

Speaking With Dragon


  I
   was
    speaking with Dragon
     yesterday.

      "The ocean is still missing," he said.

  I had trouble understanding,
   it didn't make sense,
   missing, how could an ocean

         be missing?

        I opened the map...
       right where the ocean should be.

      There was a note that said,

     "U can'T gEt theRe froM hErE."

  If
           
   Dragon
    calls,

     tell
      him

       "... he don't live here no more."


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Seven Shades of Blue


I knew seven shades of blue
when I met you.
No other colors were coming through.
You introduced me to my heart
and claimed you were my counterpart.

Seasons changed and so did I.
Where you lived behind my eyes
poems seemed to multiply.
A strange, smeared palette, a waxing world,
and the pillowed comfort of the perfect girl.

When I could no longer touch the ground
or follow warm small thoughts around,
you cried to me with silver sounds.
But busy with a life on stage
I lived inside my velvet cage.

Then stumbled to my knees and
wailed, lost all will, all reason.
Love can be such a cruel season.
Hard to hold like water in the hand,
a xeriscape of affection I never planned.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Geneva Awaits The Morning


She had heard rumors about tomorrow.
This time she swore to believe them.

In the past the future had let her down.
What began with starry promises
turned into stony, lovesick afternoons
and endless evenings caught dreaming
in someone else’s back room.

Something about midnight’s echo
convinced Geneva a different dawn was in place.
If a new day could be unwrapped,
opened with the sun,
no fragile enemies would hear.

First light promised to heal the hollow places
where sadness traces appear.

So now…
Geneva awaits the morning.


Monday, July 14, 2014

WEIGHTED WORDS


After rhyme declined in ‘99 
I began to weigh my words. 
Rather than timing the rhyming, literally, 
I found sound has an affinity 
for a much larger harmony. 
                       
A word's weight is different than the   
sound of the thing. 

Some words echo when not said out loud 
Some words rise like mist off the page 
Some words cannot walk alone 
Some words act differently 
Some words find old souls 
Some words can swim 
Some words are for the future found 
Some words were never there 
Some words have music in them 
Some words without a sound 
Some words are misunderstood 
Some words will never be forgiven 
Some words cannot be taken back 
Some words fit perfectly 
Some words are poetry 
                       
Now, many people believe that
something new cannot be true. 
Old ways are the only ways for them. 
                       
But, look around, things have changed, 
and there is no going back.

Used to be, the shortest distance 
between two points was a line. 
Now, it turns out the shortest distance 
between two points is a fold in space. 
 
So I shall look where I am going,
weigh my words, and describe it. 
The future I am living in requires
new phrases that will become clichés,
not old clichés that will become phrases. 


Monday, June 30, 2014

I Brought Flowers


I brought flowers 
to an argument 
last night. 

Something about their beauty 
settled the dispute. 

Just like geese echo 
cutting to the truth, 
I knew this would not be 
the last incident. 

Next time, I'll bring 
a poem.     


Friday, June 27, 2014

It Began To Snow


It began to snow, erasing the horizon. 
A wedge of geese faded in and out, 
a drifting channel on some rustic television. 

The creek crackled with cold where 
the current wasn't. 
Flakes fluttered like moths, 
then melted where they touched me. 

The history of flowers' future lay buried 
where I rested. 

Exhaling the breath of others, 
I tasted them in me, 
watching, with eyes closed, 
nature unfold. 


Thursday, June 26, 2014

Quantum Poetry


Poetry into
the eleventh dimension
does not rely upon the rules
of any one universe.
Quantum poetry,
by its very nature changes
what it describes.
Why not challenge
comfortable understandings?
Somewhere else we are
surely inspired right now
by things that mean nothing
to us here.

I Don't Agree (With Myself)

I do not accept this condition.
I seek harmony inside my skin
yet find plenty with which to disagree.

I don’t get along with language.
At love with the sound of the word,
more than the meaning of the word,
an argument can start here.

And can’t the alphabet do without
the letter K
on my ceyboard?

Ugh! The sound of fury
fits perfectly here.

As I most esteem native cross talkers
and current thought riders,
please, tell me you don't agree.

If I can't agree with myself

Then, why should you.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Saturday, April 26, 2014

SACRED

Barefoot in shorts, and
A straw cowboy hat --
A night vision to behold.
At a loss for words
I avoid people and the uncertainty
That speaking to them brings.
I spend the night with other animals,
With birds, box turtles, and buffalo
                                    Walking and stopping.
                                    Not thinking, but listening…
And the mynah birds say
                                    Everything is sacred.
And the buffalo say
Everything is sacred,
That is the first truth.
And a turtle pipes up,
This truth is sacred
Listen, they all say
Can you hear it
Listen, listen,
Then you tell me
If everything is sacred
                                    So I stop
                                                And I listen…
                                                I hear it
                                                Yes, I hear it
                                                I hear the truth.
The first truth.


                                                Everything is sacred.

Click here to listen to: SACRED - Spoken Word on SoundCloud.