July 22, 2014
Engaging keys to dance on the screen
a sticky banged-out sort of language,
eyes flicker-flash as they register,
each finely enacted word is painted.
Sentences used decidedly, discrete-
far beyond just average meaning,
right below the incomprehensible
reading brings light day dreaming.
Realism in lines, dots, and white blank space;
page-art, satire even written in haste,
excessive save excite, readers we do invite,
the slashes and dashes become grammar’s delight.
Ah, to scribe
Ah, what for?
Ah, to be a part.
Ah, what more?
Thoughts just come, one by one;
even when lacking to grasp,
some are produced with purpose-
others just come from the ass.
It is easy to complain, but so much harder to compliment.
It is easy to say we make, but so much harder to create content.
July 21, 2014
alerted bolt upright by a sticky sheet situation,
first hours of the day
eggs toast and hot sauce
back pains and skin stuck to the bed.
radio conveying news, noise, whatever…
life has been brought to my attention -social media-
ladies promoting sexism; life venting on things, ironically, whatever…
moving stirring sitting standing
fresh tattoos peel and feel like sunburns,
still drying to some extent.
packing bags, fingering keys, opening doors,
one way to the bathroom for relief
fake leather gloss on my bike seat
read something, anything—Nietzsche.
shower, shit, don’t shave
set- stare in the mirror,
look down to feet
making way, avoiding the cat and debris,
dust filled rooms, draw shades no heat relief.
sink filled with grease,
pressures such as time, hypocrites, saboteurs, hunger, cleanliness–… oh, and NEEDS.
hang about dizzy-clogged head
I should have stayed in bed
I should have stayed in bed.
July 14, 2014
Books to entertain,
Existing on this plain.
Bikes and Lakes-
There is nothing but happiness along the way.
July 6, 2014
Have a great day, make it that way.
Cold shower and fresh fruit,
Radio’s on to get the scoop.
Come dressed in Sunday best.
Blessed, whatever that means.
The little things__
Counting clouds in the sky, as we are biking by,
Minnesota streets; avoid pot-holes in between.
Big warm sun overhead,
Oh! To leave pleasant bed.
The life we lead;
Not the life we could have led.
The words we’ve read.
Making what you can out of what you have, this day-
For no reason at all.
July 3, 2014
Having a bad day—usually
I just need to walk it off,
I’ll even sell my soul at the coffee shop
They can’t judge me if I am stuck inside
I don’t mind,
But you’ll be hard pressed finding me in uptown
Juice by morning
Beer by night
Winter take the bus
Summer take the bike
Kickball every Tuesday
Was routine as day and night
Had to cut back, and sit back
To make bucks to keep on the lights
My mind is freewheel spinning
My positive side is at start like the beginning
Nicollet Ave downtown in back of a kitchen
I learned how to deal with what I’ve been given
April 15, 2014
Under bluffs of a river valley
Fixed in rich dirt of sediment
Sandstone foundation of long forgotten
Specters under the sky
Incarnation of this “American Dream”
Their progeny haunt
Past the dying brilliance
Of traditional affairs
–The audacity of Business
From the land
Of which they do not own
The conscious being
A vast distance between states
Two, as splendid
Establishment in the new frontier
Dust to flesh
Once whited maps
Growing with pride
Now what it stood for is merely a novelty