God Likes It When I’m Humble

by July 18, 2009 0 comments

I am slipping, man I am losing confidence I am questioning the reasons I am unsure I wonder what I’m working towards I wonder what I’ve forgot I am dying in Austin This perverse illussion This perfect town Hold me by my rattail, momma Hold me back Hold me to my word, momma These people here Acting like people Scare …

Loon Call
((In memory of Richard Sevrens))

by July 13, 2009 0 comments

We met under the bodhi tree with chips for me almonds for you drink my strong coffee out of a red carafe We talk about hearing Mingus places you drove your taxi I talk about my shitty week Remember Gayle, it’s the streets and it’s war I turn a corner expecting your surprised face enveloping me in a Richard hug …

Hmmm…

by July 10, 2009 0 comments

If I decided not to struggle what would there be left to whine about? If I decided not to whine what would there be left to talk about? If I decided to accept what is what would there be left to fight and resist? If I decided to surrender my grip what would there be left to hold on to? …

Reminding

by July 9, 2009 0 comments

when I am scheduled to die I shall stop dreaming and play with a brown bear that lolls and wallows in a stream and I shall climb onto a tall pine tree in the zoo and roar loudly like the lion king towards the rolling autumn sky I shall sit and help myself to a pile of deeply fried foods …

Worker Ants

by July 8, 2009 0 comments

Scrambling, zig zagging across scolding hot sidewalks the red fire insect bangs into brethren like bumper cars in a carnival, moving with a singular purpose – to serve the greater good of the colony and the queen. I know one who giggles, laughs tries to hide sexual innuendos hers, mine, during five minute breaks near the water cooler.  We pass …

the mad ones gather ’round…

by July 4, 2009 0 comments

to say their words, to play their songs, to dance their jig, to snap their fingers, to clap their hands, to hoot their howls, to boldly go where mad ones go! go! go! to the swirling frontiers of creativity, sensuality, comedy, insanity, divinity, sexuality & maybe, just maybe, even debauchery. the mad ones gather ’round… because they feel the seed …

releasing daddyo

by July 3, 2009 0 comments

we shook your tambourine, rattled your lonely maraca and beat your bongos, daddy, we sniffed your books, graded your LP’s and set the needle down gently the kids blew bubbles and crushed junebugs under flip flop feet tremendous sultry night under left over chistmas lights on termite boards my living room smells like cardboard and intellegence, and someone wants ice …

Design Flaws

Something in the machinery doesn’t conform to factory specs; re-designing isn’t feasible, logistics are impossible. Something in the eyes makes water flow at quickest sign of pain or sadness, heating/cooling out of whack; burning with anger, freezing with indifference. Chassis that rust interior bleeds, engines pumping with faulty valves, skipping beats in fits of passion, racing through the midnight darkness. …

Neighbors

by June 30, 2009 0 comments

The stop light. The only glowing bit of conscience goodness. Shining—good natured Christianity. xxxxxHangs like Christ. xxxxxIts bright red LED. xxxxxAbove all our heads. A couple feet away, cupped with inches of glass xxxxxa few molds of plastic xxxxxa few pings of springs xxxxxare other human beings— Where are they going? To get groceries? To get an abortion? They’re next …