Tuesday, September 21, 2004

a hard harsh day's beating down

if in the cold darkness
of night's
fallen snow
there breathed
upon the stillness
a fog of warmth
would that this could
reach the cold chill
of a hard
harsh day's
beating down
on desert sand

could i pass it to you
this warmth
of the heart
not of the heel
melting like tar
and the cool
of snow
twiced blessed
with soothing

may love warm
your cold fingers
may the snow
come down
to preserve
your beauty
that desert heat
would claim

as times pass
beloved brother
i send you
cold snows
and warm love
with stateside letters
you have not answered.

at your end
is stillness
at mine
a peculiar
painful twist
the warmth
of my tears
and eventually
the cold
for my heart

Monday, September 20, 2004

it's out there

I said it
it's out there

that dang thing i said
out there
echo'in like a
yoddle de doh
back at me

so stupid
what i said
it'll give me the vapors
just thinkin at it
like that
over and over
still be there
come tomorrow morning
maybe even
in the papers

dang nabbit!
just look'in at it
gives me hives
see it?
over on that tree?
in that dark forest
over there?
be'in free

outa my mouth
ah! what the hell was
I think'in
now I'm stuck
like a moron
with an empty mouth
and head full of woe

The Minimum

I wanna be maximum
Do gooder true
Gotta go -but
ya gonna gimme it
'cause it's due

Yah switch the bate
depreciate the rate
who you try'in to hate
fix'in the fate

plucking the song
strumming it long
but it's all wrong
way wrong
trouper scooper

doopity looper

I wanna be maxi-mum

who ya gotta yell at
who ya gotta fight
U so uptight
wound like a scary cat
crazy as a bat
tit for tat

kizzzz it

mum's the word


Thursday, September 02, 2004

Bubbles the Buddha

Bubbles laughs a lot
about the sky and trees
and the beetle on her shoe
sometimes even spiders
amuse her

She shakes her head
and the sky and trees
become really bright
and almost transluscent
as she gazes

She's so cool!!!
She steps back
and takes my hand
She shows me how
to laugh for real

The best gift ever
She's a walking buddha

At the Time In Between

being of German descent I warn myself daily
that there is a "little hitler" in most
I must never be ruled by shame or anger
I must never be swayed by the vengeful
I must never place blame upon an innocent
or deny another justice out of spite
I am constant, vigilant to the oath

on that note--
last night the men
in blue-tailored suits
and rudy-faced defiance
looked and sounded like
Post WWI / Pre WWII Germany
and this troubles me

This time In Between

I dont know why
they should act so
I am afraid
of what they are shouting at
what they are defying
and redefining
and why