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Cats and black cats and dead end streets.

No street lights, no mailboxes, nothing.

Green beans, city stoops and grandmas.

Jump to the next chapter of life,

There may be a fly with advice so don’t

Let him die.

Half Cup Full.

New shoes, new life, new me.

Today I will remember the times of

Goat ice cream and long full moons.

There is a time, where times end,

Where the breeze brings us back,

There is a time to forget everything.

I am in my own time, where clocks

Melt off the walls and little white men

Dance in the hallways. There is a time

For attitude, and there is a time for

Death. But today is the day I don’t die.

MASTER OF TIME

I know where the snow comes from, I know, I know.

But where does the time go?

In front of us, behind us, time has come and gone.

Where does it go though?

Is there a Master of TIME and he controls it?

Does he store the unused time in tiny bottles?

Does he recycle the minutes, hours, days?

While I have time today and a cup of coffee,

Can someone please tell me where the time goes?

COLESLAW DREAMS?

I had a dream last night,

The kind that makes you think

And the kind that steals your heart.

You were in my dream last night.

But I thought we were done.

I thought this was done.

So why were you there?

Were you coming to tell me something?

Why were you there?

Last night?

In my Dream?

Some things, in this life, I can’t

Understand, and I can’t control.

I thought my dreams were controlled

By my human brains?

Can’t I control that?

Why did you show up last night?

I saw you, you were there, but you

Didn’t speak a word. Not one.

Am I making you appear

Or did you really stop by?

Please tell me why?

Poem.

I had to move to the city to forget you.

Had to cut my hair to remind myself, this is my life.

I am in control of every day and every minute.

From now on, I cross my t’s and I end my sentences.

I sip my coffee with no dreams of you.

The To Do.

To dance on a cat’s whisker,

To feel the piano in your soul,

To climb the top of a tree,

To see the world as a whole,

To pick a peach right off the tree,

To erase the memories of what used to be,

To breathe in the fresh ocean breeze.  

2013.

On a boat, down the throat

Of the Pacific Ocean.

Salty, ten eyes wander.

Before we die,

Let’s get high

And fly on the water.

Your feet will glide,

Your eyes are wide.

Clouds in the sky,

A boat approaches.

Fishing poles, and

Brain holes, nothing

Makes sense anymore.

Paint the sky, so my eyes

Can see, how nice

The Fall Trees may be.

Scuff from a Paintbrush.

Welcome to my broken heart.

Take your shoes off.

Around here dreams die and

The ocean doesn’t have enough

Water, to bring the starfish home.

Together we will fly, together

We will try to bring home all the

Lonely girls. The beer is warm,

The winter brings no snow

And my brother is on the floor.

He is singing the ants home

While his tears drop on

The hardwood floor.

Mugs filled with coffee and

Rum, kitchen tables with

No legs. Dirt in between

The floor boards, where

The insects dance and

Hide. Crows in the house

While Mother cooks the ham.  

I thought it doesn't get 

Better than this

There can be nothing better than this

Better than this

And we climbed onto the roof, the museum

And someone made love in the glass

And I'd forgot my name

And the way back to my mother's house

With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips

The world is at your fingertips

It doesn't get better than this

What else could be better than this?

VIBES 

 

hartford CT

some randoms i got the other day....

Eight.

Minds with bubbles, lots of trouble.

Don’t let the bad men in.

Tables turn, look at this burn.

Flames of fire, water, love

Fill our cup up, up, up.

Don’t drink water from the West River.

Two eyes.

Take the knife,

From my back pocket,

Where a Nickel sits,

Down on the ground,

Where ants march,

Down the street,

Where your mother lives,

And sheds her skins,

Touches the stars,

We see in the night sky,

Where birds sing and

Memories die.

Lines.

Tomorrow is another day, full of surprises and half eaten peaches.

We can’t live for the future if we can’t live for today.

Take two steps back before you walk into Winter.

three minus ten only exists in the now.

The smell of you lingers on for what seems like centuries,

While there is still dirt on the ground, the hummingbird sings.

Fly away, just for one day into a future unknown yet beautiful.

We are living in the now, we only exist in the now.

24.

Silence sleeps upon the broken rose petal.

The men weep before they enter the church.

Twenty three days and still no sign of life.