Cowboy dreams born in Tallahassee and the Bronx are strolling the Nashville night; ‘gangsters’ with guitars and songs about love and loss and joy and redemption; singers and composers, one song away from the winking lights, the deal, the girls, the white powder and the glory. They did not see that awful clip of Johnny:…
Month: November 2018
pissed (off) in sun glasses
Jesus stills the lake as if it’s nothing or magic. don’t think i never notice it, the flame at the head of the table. yeh, wd luv to break bread with – i’ll get the wine & napkins * & if a burst of rain raps at your door & a shadow waves across…
Boots At The Door
There she is out in the cold. Old coat buttoned to the chin, sinewy hand on the metal pail. The weight draws her to the left. It is though she has always walked that way. Her hands are large and leathered. She carries the pig swill; grain for her chickens. Everything has a purpose –…
~ She sat for hours In a place where time forgot No one else was around But Memories and her soul ~
love in the afternoon
I wish it was the 50s & Audrey Hepburn was a doll & I was Gary Cooper & smoked like a whore & drank. Be sixty & still amuse her.
from GIBO
5 thoughts of death sit on my mind the snow weight on the beech boughs and the Pine needle arms, dripping white water to the wild roses, you can interpret it, any way, you want the crunch of snow, dissolving under foot, the dormant stumps of bald blade, the old man’s’ beard, and vines, offering,…
The Bear
I turned to my left to see the fox whom I had once shared a cup of green herbal tea
Wearing his white collared shirt and cufflinks
Vaping his e cigarette typically
I asked what had I just seen
He replied yes it was indeed
I dusted myself off looking for an explanation a contamination to marry this up to
He explained that was the 2.30pm teddy bear express
Ted the bear was on his way to pick up his girlfriend from work a polar bear named Jessica
She finished everyday bang on 3pm
My mind was running wild
Further down Alices rabbit hole I did fall
What was I to make of this all
To which the fox enquired I was to keep my eye in court
Tipping his top hat towards the street
He offered me a ride home in his blue 1934 Model T Ford parked opposite the church
Gracefully I accepted suggesting we stop somewhere for a cup of that green herbal tea.
setting sail again
setting sail again to Odysseus been a man of the shore too long now without sea legs is to be without a wind a drift of journeys cut back and forth across an ocean. i long to see land no more than peaks at the edge of an horizon everything flashing out of view…
trash (spirit, maybe)
I deal in death so i don’t get caught w my hands tied surprised by grief, doing nothing. * i was on campus waiting for something to click & these guys in red tops were fuckin around in step to the music like it was half serious but half not &…
Gasoline & Matchstick
My body is lint, gasoline, and matchstick, My freckles are grains of sand to you, A green branch at my window meets my spring moon, Knowledge is free from trees, I love the purple roses of dawn and dusk, To look across the valley, Quiver in disbelief, You beckon the subliminal vine, Toy with it…
Painting
After all these years, after painting all those ugly pictures, And writing all of those lost ideas in broken verses, I cast my mind back, not to childhood or its homestead, But to a view in a far-off empire. I did it properly this time and began with a sketch, Which developed easily into my…
What Santa Left
What Santa Brought Santa came down my chimney One night when I was four All the houses had one then He never used the door Christmas Eve all calm and bright In 1958 He drank the milk and all but crumbs Were left upon the plate Filled my sack right to the brim With more…