rolling

you are
the sand in my oyster
over time
perhaps a pearl
but now

wordless

minds met but hearts not
she leaves

i have no words for this
everything seems so trite and ordinary since

i go through the motions
push the days through

an axis slipped in my tiny world
it all slides

she leaves with a word on her lips
and i have none left

night night kryptonite (you know who you are)

i know you're reading this.

i feel the tingle of your eyes up my spine.

copacetic
is a hipster mantra
lightly used by the rolling freakers
to pronounce agreement
in four syllables

rarely
have i seen it happen
so often
so soon

simpatico
borrowed and maligned
by self-styled postbeats
affecting a worldwise masquerade

it is an epicenter drop
radiating silently
might be making hurricanes
in this deep ocean bed

synchronicity
is a very good album
by a talented trio of the twentieth century

it is a conspiracy
of faerie
with silicon wings
and microwave whispers
bearing pixels emboldened
with your eyes
to mine

i almost see our hands
reaching for the same thing
at the same time

02/08/09 9:36pm

Life Drawing Examples

requiem for a 50 foot woman

a moment of silence please...

"Although the city is still in smoking ruins and the sirens have yet to wind down i think i can speak for everyone here in stating that we will miss her. Yes, she shredded the monorail, yes the orphanages and hospitals are but rubble and the war memorial will never be seen in quite the same way. But her brief rampage into the heart of our city will be felt for generations to come. Years from now the story will be told and those who are here to today will turn to each other and say, "Yes, I remember. I remember when she stomped on the Tastee-Freeze. I remember when she flooded the zoo. I remember the dark and stormy night when she batted aside the power plant with a flick of one hand."
"As devastating, and yes, exhilerating as her presence was in our fair city her impact is only matched by her absence. For a brief moment of time we were all at the epicenter of one very tall woman's rage. I don't believe that i am alone in saying it was the best night of my life. Yes, i was nearly crushed under the library but i would not exchange that moment for all the years in a suburban paradise."
"Wherever she might be now, whatever town or hamlet she may be burning to the ground, our thoughts go out to her. God bless you, 50 foot woman, wherever you are."

amen.

by a moonlit poole

forgive the transgression, if this is.

by a moonlit poole
a gathering of beautiful
fractured friends
conspirators
lost loves
and grown up
despite ourselves
in this faerie ring
presided over
by a cock-eyed Puck
kisses come naturally here
palatable joy resides here
we are blessed again
by a casual mad god

(i remember you at dusk
leather bedecked
wild white hair
sharp steel spinning
in deadly circles
from side to side
i remember your counsel
at the coffeeshop
about a baby
that may have been
i remember
your vampire days)

i remember your eyes in the ring of faerie
sharp swords slanted
full of mischief incredible
a gaze that inspires
reckless campaigns

forgive the transgression
if this is
for i am a mortal man
planted in red clay
full of folly
and discordant dreams
forgive me if i wax poetic
for it is
rare
to spend the evening
by a moonlit poole
to be in the gaze
of a goddess unaware

b. 6/29/08

the ventures roar through me as i’m...

...thinking about you devils tonight - you poorly disguised satyrs & nymphs dancing in my memory to dirty guitars cutting through heartbeats. in this season of the birth of the last blood sacrifice to a hungering god and shabby ritual. how i love you all. how i miss you all and how i want to dance again with you in the light of a painted moon.