Sunday, July 31, 2011

if im alive

if im alive
to see a hundred and five
i may look like the crypt keeper
may be an all day sleeper
might forget to trim my nails
probly leave urine trails
tend to trip and fall
forget you one and all

but some things i will have
is my bottle of salve
a cat to sleep on my lap
bottom lip to flap
a giant magnifier
some kind of emulsifier
memories of mostly lies
cd of soothing lullabies

Saturday, July 30, 2011

you are the gentleness

you are the gentleness
the stone i need
lying in my open palm
the prayer i plead

to the nullity god
to hearth and fire
to days of toil and sod
to my angel lyre

Friday, July 29, 2011

my friends are dropping like flies

my friends are all dropping like flies
showered as the ddt machine sighs
i pull my robe close about me
huddled before flames with tea
the cup warm the liquid sweet
adjusting a blanket about my feet
marking the lives suddenly cold
the world smaller and decidedly old

Thursday, July 28, 2011

old music

i hear the slow lost piano
i hear your shaded voice
come into my old room
as though i have no choice

wending through
like a corkscrew
a worm into my heart

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

i rock alone

i rock alone
when the big time stars
have all gone home
call on the telephone 
when you see their cars
have left and gone
ill tell you that i love you
but dont come around tonight
its not that i dont want you
im like a bad dog that bites

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

son they'll make you fodder

son they'll make you fodder
for their never ending war
they wont even stutter
to demand your life and more

your ideal of justice
they will wave it to the side
hiding neath the auspice
of nationalistic pride

no loyal opposition
can survive without a fight
idyllic supposition
gonna bend before their might

take it into the street
and to the government halls
and demand a ballot sheet
that no politician soils

in the course of human events
dross got to be swept away
when they play games with your sense
dont be treated that a-way

Monday, July 25, 2011

the ghosts of the flowers

the ghosts of the flowers
dot your memory in our absence
the leaves of the hours
hang their shadows over the fence
in shapes of tears

oh dark angel of the field of loss
where shall i plant this dangling cross
where slant the ague with sorrow drenched
where slam the rainbow like a fist thats clenched
or splay this heart of fears

Sunday, July 24, 2011

but i love heather

i love the lilies in the sea
i love the hearth as it beckons to me
but i love heather more than all i know
i forgive the ones who laid me low
if ever you weep for the fallen man
step across me forget about old dan
for i lived as i loved with a peaceful heart
and willingly go and soon depart
heather my dove go on and say good bye
let no shadow or pain roll out from your eye

Saturday, July 23, 2011

you are ripe as an apple

you are ripe as an apple in a stores bin
and your treasures so ample
oh hold me my friend
the rite of love is to begin

hear sounds in the street birds the soft wind
as the smile on your face
meets my happy grin
veil on the floor i lock you in

fireflies pelting the night the crickets din
bold moonbeam on the floor
hold me closer my friend
for this night must never end

Friday, July 22, 2011

your eyes gleam like the firelight

your eyes gleam like the firelight
and your words are from paris right
cares from your heart all hang on the vine
you grew on a star and watered it with wine

and your songs for me are harnessed to that star
picking me up they carry me so far
wrote in your heart sailing to my own
letting me fly where you have flown

Thursday, July 21, 2011

peace succumbs

in the catalog of wasted words
peace succumbs to the buzzards first
its the one where the final round
is another fence where they put you down
yell rattle yodel but the catalog holds sway
bang against the old corral only sadists hear you bray

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

look at life

look at life as you would a flower blossom
it blooms and then its gone
beautiful for a time perhaps
bound to disintegrate to the elements
if thats not enough
perhaps we want too much

Tuesday, July 19, 2011


i wrote home
said mother i love you
and brother too
i telegraphed it
still of the night
cars in the headlights
rattled and went
stilled in ruts
and grass
door unlocked
i saw their ghosts
i swear i did

Monday, July 18, 2011

blessed are the bombs

blessed are the bombs
with which we instill gratitude and democracy
hallowed are the tombs
in which we bury the lives of millions without mercy
may the wisdom of goons
guide us through our divisions in times of uncertainty
surely peace will bloom
and we will sit atop the dung hill for ever in wealthy poverty

Sunday, July 17, 2011

searching for another walrus

searching for another walrus
through the bulrush of time
finding all the scraps of tartar
on the bones of an endless rhyme
the themes he taught us
tongs with grapes he brought us
laced them all hard and driving in the sun
grieving well im moving on
still i play his song

Saturday, July 16, 2011

moon took a dive

moon took a dive through the banks of clouds
scudding over the beach, landing in the cobalt sea
the meanwhile sun bleeped a red peep over the horizon
gathered itself in a ball in the mystery air of man time
saunter and scold the gulls kiss approval the dolphin
and hang time over the sail in the cloudless norm

Friday, July 15, 2011

still the rain gotta fall

still the rain gotta fall
when it washes us clean i don't know
smell a stain after it all
dont know if any flowers could ever grow

flower pots on top of the head
for helmet against the ones you secretly dread
knot in the stomach gets fed
until the ulcers making you virtually dead

come home to the farms the cities
hang the hate and anger and glory on a pole
leave the anger the hates the pities
and nobility to pursue in life a worthier goal

Thursday, July 14, 2011

don't weep for me

shrill and hysterical
these putdowns of the war
whats wrong with peace lovers
dont they want a war miss scarlett
fiddle de dee

i see the soldiers
feel the boulders
bombs dislodge
thats my arm in the rubble
and my breath that bloody bubble
forgot to dodge

dont weep for me
weep for politics
military men
flags and parade marshalls

one day go to market
next supply collateral damage

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

before a bright and silvery moon

before a bright and silvery moon
the penumbra of hair in silhouette
fine and soft
the music simmering little rhythms
from the bose hidden in the deep shadows
air timeless
no movement but of the searching heart
and the shimmering of drops coursing down
lost and dark
and the sliding moon off course in clouds
the curse of darkness made more bitter still
by nights gall

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

wounded earth

the wounded earth and slaughtered peoples
guilty of no wrongness except being if that be wrong
huddle together in mounds of dirt and bloodiness
and dont know who won the war or particularly care

Monday, July 11, 2011

the waltz of the willow

bold red bird in the whipping wind
riding on branches that shake and bend
a winter freeze when the night grows calm
bird and tree and morning an amazing psalm

Sunday, July 10, 2011

collateral friend

how careless of me
i dropped a bomb
in your neighborhood
it was not exactly
that you asked me to come
it was for your own good
my collateral friend

so dont get sniffy
if your teeth rattle
around inside your skull
done in a jiffy
in heat of battle
dude dont ponder or mull
it was for your own good
oh collateral friend

Saturday, July 9, 2011

the chains on your feet

all of your chains
arent in your brains
theres chains of the times
chains of neverending rhymes
plus the chains on your feet

not all chains are steel
and some are not real
some you feel in your heart
some you cant even start
plus the chains on your feet

plus the chains on your feet
they chain you to the stars
and the chains on your eyes
fasten you to the cart
plus the chains on your feet

Friday, July 8, 2011

lazy bones

i work hard like a truck
i wonder why they say it ain't enough
lazy bones has all the luck
they say he can't work cause hes not that tough

when i draw my god damn pay
i find lazy bones at the bank in a z-28
i have to back out of the way
so that fool got room to ease casual out the gate

cant compete
ole lazy bones got me beat
cant stand no more
id like to walk out the door

cant compete
im standin in defeat
cant take no more
lazybones got me feeling sore

im handy round my girl i love
i thought til lazybones peeked through my door
i thought we fit like a hand and a glove
lazybones got it she wont see me no more

Thursday, July 7, 2011

i no longer feed concepts

i no longer feed concepts
i need colors warmth soil
the ideas are discussed
to giberish by ape priest and foil

a good woman cozy meal
industry for body and ague
the war in the background
for those whove forgotten how to argue

precepts i live by just are
love of grandchildren rules
warmth of the hearth gentle words
kind disregard for agendas and fools

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

july fourth is

july fourth is a day for lovers
picanics and horrible explosions
explosions of patriotic fervor
of blythe empiric implosions

of little flags by the flood of tepid beers
of gobblers of massive hills of red beef
proud to soldier on them godless queers
unheedful that statesmanship's on a reef

july fourth is a day for soldiers and children
for grannies and four wheelers and bands
for the deaths and lives of the expanding million
who once held the power to own freedom in their hands

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

easy farewell

last i bid easy farewell i know what's lost
as little men and angry women tally the cost
to ride a purple SUV around the block
a thousand ships unload more down at the dock
my numbers fail to conjure in lotto bubbles
my wifes back gone the way they pile work and troubles
on poor workers what american dream is that
just play baseball but dont even hold a bat
ah but you got games and lawns that youre mowing
and you got cell phones that have numbers glowing
and youre in a boat you think someones rowing

Monday, July 4, 2011

the orangutan poets

o take my hand
i have arms as long as a python
but my steps are something puny
let us go like brothers
into the lazy fruit trees
where we eat the sweet meat
and take bugs from behind our ears
o swing languidly from a branch with me
don't get in your jeep and go
i want you to laugh with me
and feed me tasty treats

Sunday, July 3, 2011

portrait of god

the portrait of god*

hung anonymously on air
the handsome face the black hair
van dyke whiskers and royal blue robe
eyes invisible though i probe

look you stare at it until you die
examine with every eye
a lifetime in the portrait's rare glow
where it ends you'll never know

*based on a dream i had

Saturday, July 2, 2011

mellow thoughts

grasshoppers in the meadow grass
lookin like somebodys thumb
and the dew like a broken glass
shines brightly in the yellow sun
all the worlds made for meadow larks
and distant sounds well the doggy barks
all the worlds made for mellow thoughts
ingenious rounds for minimal costs

im looking to save the melody
in a cup of morning tea
loved ones on the telly i see
in the mid day returns to me
all the world turns for moments we save
and children out on the meadow we play
all the world turns on omens of mystery
and children so gentle and all whispery

Friday, July 1, 2011

pages of grass

the pages of grass on a general lawn
wax from green to yellowish to even brown
with dandelion kings and hosts of clover
til lawnmower blades cut them inches lower
and then hiding hiding spurts of furtive growth
about mid week the fiesta bursting forth
chem-lawn drunken orgy and then saturday
groans of oh no its the weekly battery
whacked like enemy clans on ancient lands
storming back like vast armies of ghengis khan
so it goes the struggles of a general lawn