April 15, 2017
why not leave at 6:30 pm
or 6:38, or whenever time,
no time no matter no worry,
cant think for not?
we go in wetting droplets,
Gods globulars hung at our mirrors
sluiced in the whatnot, and everyday.
Lexington Parkway traffic,
homeless with signs, traffic,
dampness seeps in the traffic,
94 traffic to 52 south.
we were full to the brim; kitchen sink.
sometimes i feel bad for them.
sometimes i feel bad for me.
more of want of wont of need, both agreed.
sometimes everything is always run on monies
so i work harder on Mondays come and see me.
Antony and the Johnsons loudly
and a Fistful of Love… you have never heard of.
the things we dont know are more poignant.
cut across a freeway, no freedom
on our way along the way to see some,
temped by wiperblade and dead deer viscera–
something scattered last week and foul
something old and brown and our future.
losing light like the night.
more south, St Charles, Rochester,
more south, Preston, Rushford, Houston,
into the deep croaking valley green
spawned ever by these roiling storms
kind that would hard driving make
then here now true.
i always wish to dine in Nodine.
then there on the hillside:
a blazing hot cross that says fuck you in passive aggressive
to the spoiled lot that whined about it from WI
extinguished from their special sensitive gaze.
a train that i didnt see but heard blew on by–
must be a metaphor for something…
look at that rambler, i want it.
we can leave whenever to wherever
but when we make it well know for not.
But when we left didnt matter really.
come to theorize:
perhaps Dale Earnhardt’s death
was the 9/11 of NASCAR…
March 25, 2017
The rounded mesas
were verdant sheen in predawn hue
and to the east
steam plumes were standing tall
and the sun
when it rose caught river currents
in the fore
so that they came
entwined to one another
on the earth,
the sun all aglow, sharp,
and the river a ghost mirror reflecting,
they were lovers
of common grounds
beyond whose husks melted worlds away
past all understanding.
February 25, 2017
no matter my surroundings
i find myself there.
October 18, 2016
meet melting pot america.
meet freedom of speech.
meet upset by freedom of speech.
meet why so mean america?
meet wow, i am confused.
meet holy shit, what freedom?
meet let’s change this idea.
meet we try to do and do right.
meet not broken don’t fix it.
meet individual in a group.
meet thoughts of talk and action.
meet make, make, make, and make.
meet comes with the territory.
meet that’s life, so they say.
meet i love Dr. Seuss…
meet cry baby, why baby?
meet the reality that is, and why.
meet why change, instead love.
July 12, 2016
We no longer need reason
To say things are wrong
We no longer need action
To define our meaning
June 30, 2016
a lost day
in the sun,
where we all
June 1, 2016
29 years ago I arrived here today.
That’s really all that happened…
I came to this earth 29 years ago—
descended (literally) from my mother,
And I am still right here now today;
I am still just arriving and stuff,
But only 29 years has come to pass,
Seasons and time go, slowly away.
March 21, 2016
Railings and pines
of the cafe
where we sit,
& digital notifications,
Monday the busy
world and our short
Yes. and a short
moment of it noticed.
March 6, 2016
O’ fatty bacon ends
and dirty dishes, and
sunlight on the
blue kitchen floor.
here we talk aloud
about running the
nation as if it’s
even a possibility.
i like the way flesh
smells in the air,
when the cast iron
is heating its oils.
outside a bell chimes
in soft March winds,
the sound: my relatives,
the sound sustains.
it was eaten all up
the while, the same.
it was good, and
i took Sunday full.
and i would write
about real, jokingly.
and i would listen
to podcasts, hopefully.