Thursday, June 30, 2011

to maim the skies

why maim the skies
like feathered geese
spitting like flies
at the clouds of fleece
honk with fire
honk with grief
flame a spire
of gross disbelief

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

i ate the can of peaches

i ate the can of peaches
like steve mcqueen
it in my mouth
spilling sweet syrup
from the gaping can
o sweet jesus
tasting so good
i ate the can of peaches
im free at last

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

still the silvery air

how still the silvery air
of twilight over mountain
old tigers left his lair
the eagles close the curtain

the purple night is nigh
the travelers banking coals
in secret close winds ply
around the spires and grassy knolls

the hare in the moonlight
stealthy paws on the rise
stars twinkles icy bright
in the latest paen to the skies

Monday, June 27, 2011

great jaws/eden

great jaws shaking me like a storm ridden willow tree
the demon of war tearing at the throats of all the young men
in eden on the planets other end a veil calm as tea
a young girl dances to grandmothers approving grin
god is so good she applauds god is so good

Sunday, June 26, 2011

i watch

i watch you on the middle of the tightrope
arms like charlie chaplins waving
all in all your balance an isotrope
to the love im always craving

you spin you turn then how you waver
concentration fear in your eyes
you look to me like your dreaded savior
one last glance before your body flies

Saturday, June 25, 2011


your thoughts are your own
my words are mine alone
how sadly how aimless like a drone
if you echoed me
and I mirrored thee
in a world diverse and duplicate free

Friday, June 24, 2011

straw haired man

straw haired man in the field
arms stiff as rods legs
painted smile on bunting head
forlorn post harvest and sad

Thursday, June 23, 2011

a portrait

the canvas on the water
stretching high and wide
the painters masterpiece
of endless sky and ocean
gulls in a wide beat
and diving porpoise that smile
a mast on the horizon
of pirate or garbage scow
a sun thats an emblem
a signature and a law

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


when the waltz of the waves
transcends the whale
eyes like mountains ride the gale
thundering ben hur
chariot on oceans of bubbling slaves
returning to azure
and the rythm of measured staves

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

a pilgrim

sink like a stone on the Bismark of ignorance
or dwell like a leper in the lofty pines of penance
stink like a bone on the floor's insignificance
cast your lot on the shifting wind of intransigence

Monday, June 20, 2011

ancient crusty

ancient crusty
still likes to rock n roll
(come on baby lets go downtown)
his rooms are musty
head makes one wish to bowl
(my little run run run runaway)
his dreams are lusty
lasered toward his goal
(take a sad song and make it better)
his love is trusty
it burns like furnace coal
(two riders were approaching the wind began to howl)

Sunday, June 19, 2011

i digress

i spit in the teeth of death every day
ask the sob going my way
and if the answer happens to be yes
well okay but i digress

i laugh the laugh of a cretin of clay
if it aint happy and gay
i walk the squares like strategy in chess
until okay i digress

i should be dead full forty years away
the bastards plans went astray
my borrowed time is like heaven i stress
until it all should digress

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

fat curl

fat curl on churning ocean
swamp the boat and foist the whale
hand in the rigging
eye on the final tale

Thursday, June 16, 2011

i saw smoke

i saw smoke pouring out of your window
heard you yelling more kerosene
i saw your cat go out on a willow
the scaredest cat ive ever seen

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

learn how to fly

are you ever going to learn how to fly
over waters of trouble and how not to die
i saw a funny pilgrim way down below
who trussed his wings for they made him walk slow

will you take these wings and learn how to fly

Tuesday, June 14, 2011


and his missus
he gone a long time
she hid from the vipers
he braved the snipers
reunion sublime

Monday, June 13, 2011

i am a post

i am a post along your fence line
a thread in your hemline
an image in your shrine
a thoughtbeam in your glass of red wine

Sunday, June 12, 2011


walls are the sound of fear or anger
erected like statues in a public place
but built stone by stone
by a long suffered race

Saturday, June 11, 2011

i see brail in the silken sky

i see brail in the silken sky
in fore-horizon and hind
a book of heaven
to the fingers of the mind

Friday, June 10, 2011

hell is a street paved with diamonds

hell is a street paved with diamonds
and starving faces all about
great big speeches and children
whose bloated bellies ballooon out
its armies marching mad dog machines
blessed by priests of corporate clout

Thursday, June 9, 2011

it is time for a poetry resolute and strong

it is time for a poetry resolute and strong
with no pity me ethos or ring of doomsday gong
a boot in the teeth of despair
aye root old moloch from its lair
reclaim from desolation wrangles the nightingales song

build in castles lighthouses for the blind and withered soul
return to newcastle with a new and different kind of coal
spear the weak with kindness
an open hearted mindness
to prod them on their way to a fast and finer goal

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

in the simple tones of evening

in the simple tones of evening
when the dark is on the town
i reflect on days
and simple ways
and the happiness ive found

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Houston Is

Houston is my land of dreams
The future of my plans and schemes
The secret of the town I love
I will tell you people what I’m singing of

Houston your heart is love
The home below the sky above
You’re on the go I have to crow
Houston how I love you so

Each night along the bayou
Music pours for a happy soul
The morning grace on the freeways
The rising sun that cuts away the haze

It’s here she was born and raised
Who keeps me happy and amazed
Our children too they know how true
And so we offer this invite to you

Houston your heart is love
The home below the sky above
You’re on the go I have to crow
Houston how I love you so

the sleeping dead

the sleeping dead will arise
and walk as mist in life
see how they open their eyes
and march playing a fife
down 42nd Street

see them stopping to buy porn
for which they cannot pay
then high stepping before morn
falling when light turns gray
into their hole of disbelief

Monday, June 6, 2011

send her a rainbow

send her a rainbow
a robin or two
but just let her know
its real and its you

Sunday, June 5, 2011

cowchip moon

cowchip moon
with clouds wayward scudding
our raft in time
search the sky for way stars budding

Saturday, June 4, 2011

a spiders web

woven van gogh tapestry
colored gold by morning sun
artist at the ready
to put sunflowers on the moon

Friday, June 3, 2011


silence of diamond
fog over icelocked sea
tears on a mountain
hidden rage roams free

Thursday, June 2, 2011


buckets in the well diving deep
splattering ones reflection
like a jillion frightened sheep
conjuring introspection

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

losing the faith

losing the faith
in every way we can
inviting the wraith
to the parties we plan

war of the worlds
no martian need apply
feed swine with pearls
why did we have to die