Go Back To Then

Remember when

the green greens
glowed atawny
signifying summer?
Not quite when
you're a baby,
but not quite when
you've figured it out
And then your plans're torn asunder
and you wonder
as you feel the thunder
that comes from that under-
Underneath the ground
where you're found
with a furied sound
Awake to your cake
that's been filthily baked
There, there
that's where
each hair on the hare spares a battle for pair
Au pair to your forbears
in a battle for a pear
better pare your prayers
and again
there, there
because that's where
the payers find the swayers
Not to change the subject, but-
Did you know you were the sun?
The sovereign asked about you last night
I told him you were laid up again
perhaps with the flu
and babydoll, you know that it's true
you know that I love you
Tomorrow is a new day
Right next to never
this text we do deliver
parcel post or in a sliver
donate a kidney or a liver
Live or die, it's now or never.

Transcribed from a journal (October 30th, 2004)

WORK. SCHOOL. HOME. SCHOOL. HOME. WORK. SCHOOL. WORK. HOME. The doldrums get me down, naturally. I hear it doesn't much change in this life. Though I'm not special in the global sense, I hope to change this constant state of boredom into true rollicking revelry. Creativity is practically lost to this age, for we must rely on the innovation of tradition for anything close to originality. Survival first, then expression. Poetry is a state of mind, not a string of well-placed mechanical devices. So, what the fuck is it all for? Are we all trying to be remembered? Apparently. So our existence has EVERYTHING to do with voyeurism and high-visibility. How very sad it is to me; I'm luck to be happy without all that shit for the moment.

tenants in common

tenants in common
always give and take
in apart mental fashion

never failing to share
a home life
expropriately

otherwise
the laws divide
and tear apart
their will

the losses accounted
and observed
every year

when added to
the gains recalled
and compounded
each moment

reduced of course
because we slaked
our thirst
upon the poison

equal the materiels
that the builders
left behind

maintaining personal space
outpaced
by the other runners
in this race

forever flailing
and failing to see
how few
of those builders’ tools
we inherently need

the equation was lost
and thus
the spacéd remain

Kiddo

How easy it was
to say what was our favorite,
How easy it is to doubt;
A loyal dog
with a smile in its face,
A pig with a snout.

Can I love you with this heart

- For our forces
i don't see myself
in flesh and bone
i believe in
something to behold
but inside there lies
a gift that dies
i can't believe
but maybe You can
the sea is risen
horses prepared
the call of war
leaves Us all ensnared
but now i ask how
can i love you
with this my heart
when i am elsewhere
my part is given
the gage is thrown
pardon myself
or become unknown

Killer from the Deep [or, she rhymes with poetry]

-written for The Haters out there
She draws from me
Sweet poetry,
All is as it should be
Dreaming apart from her.
Everynight I'm seething
From doves of dreams
Believing
And seeing everything -
I'm breathing.
Up above my lifeline
I trust this moment
Though it's fleeting.
Giv'n up on solace.
These eight ayem
December frolics:
Seein'em come n' seein'm go -
It isn't me.
No boast of burden
But I know when
I'm a-seein' hurtin'.
So in I'll come,
I'll say, a man at arms
And I'll treasure her
With gifts and charms
To every end, I -
Might I defend the love -
Until the very end
Of her, my dove?

Wreadt

The day you are born
Is the day that you die
You came here to walk
I came here to fly
Fly away home
Where the bugs and the bees
Look to the heavens
And not to the trees
You'll see separate houses
In desperate lands
You'll seek other pastures
And happier plans
But that's not for me
My little chickadee
Don't you look to the West
For your consternation
It lies in that hall
Where it's been all along
You fought to receive it
Now blustering through it
You cannot percieve it
You went ahead and blew it
The time of the rhyme
Has come to its prime
In the end, this saga
Must do deeds or die
Take what thou wilt
And mess it all up
The future holds only
The heart that shall bless it