I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS SO I WILL JUST TYPE THIS

This shit doesn’t make sense anymore

The spinach is in the shape of clouds

And the worms rise to the morning moons.

Garbage fills my mind, instead of sweet

Thoughts of yesterday’s accomplishments

The tile floor is colder than an ice cube.

When you change your eye color, you can

Talk to me about our guitar dreams and

The taste of music. When it comes down

To it: does she even love you in the dark?

Where is my Mother?

Fish scales, lemongrass and cigarettes

Ash on my eyelids, closed until November

The bottom of her palm feels like tree bark

Sending spirts to the mountains, the men

March. One by one, two by two.

Bring your forest,  your back pocket is a

Great place to send your sisters.

Beans, circles and shooting stars.

This month has eaten 30 days.

549 insert, Friday 1999.

I want to be the light from the sun that glistens in your green eyes

The morning when the ocean meets the moon and we sail away

I want to be the smile on the face of the people, to be able to feel that happy

I want to be the love that pours out of your soul after you take a sip of the moon

mood tonight...

his middle name.

Better than a human being
My knees continue to bleed
As the old man whispers my name
Where the grass seeps down,
The river water washes away my
Sorrows. Beating down on us,
The Yellow Moon asks a question,
      “Where do you go when you have no one to love?”

Just come in

I don’t care where the tomatoes come from

And I don’t mind your messy, curly hair

Come in and dance the night away, with

This red wine and my record collection.

The living room turns into a meadow

And the walls begin to change

Don’t ask questions, just take my hand

And let’s enjoy this evening before the

Dawn’s Sun takes it from us. Before the

Day turns, and your eyes stay green.

Coffee thoughts

Dreaming of a place, a space to call ours

To call home

Where we are the only living ones

Where the skies reached for miles and miles

Consisted of lemon drop sunshine and smiles

Returning dreams, with a bit of magic in the wind

Honey on our tongues, love on our lips

Home, only for us

hello.

I missed my ride on the midnight train

          And I dropped my brain in a sewage drain

  My pet crane hates the morning rain

amongst the trees and the bees, I love

You the least, before my toes and after my niece

Praise God who has many names

The devil have many more

With the love that my mother gave me

I'm gonna drop the devil to the floor

THE JAY

Here in the office the time seems to move backwards

The paint on the walls smell like 1981 and the hand soap

Is older than my mom. The ceiling looks like it’s going to fall

And the janitor reminds me of an old mall

less than a heart

blush roses

blush cheeks

blush mind

she who spends time

where the water meets

the earth, will know

where all the secrets hide.

gold colored hair, skin softer

than a feather; her crown

sits on top. she has a mind

of a goddess and eyes of an eagle.

red like rubies, her skin begins to shed.

love her until the end of time,

until the end of time.

you will be mine.

nothing.
small as dust
sip of the moon
gold in her eyes

(no lights).

Passing through streets

Streets with no lights

Thoughts that stream through

(No lights)

My mind is frozen

Shut like a door

(No lights)

The time seems to slow down

(No lights)

Where I can hear my mother scream

(No lights)

For help which I cannot give

(No lights)

And for the one who can only love

(No lights)

Only see where evil sits in the pretty girl’s eyes

(No lights)

you don’t have to.

Awake is the man next to the stove

His counter is covered with shards of glass

And wax slips out his mouth

The fingerprints he leaves are not the fingerprints

He owns. Where his mother smoked her first cigarette

Is the same place we put our thoughts to rest.

Beneath our feet, our shoes, the Earth moves.

The rivers turn to centuries as the rose turns to dust

She must

                She MUST

                                must.

                                              Her eyes blink.

pearls of white

The ash in her eyes, the torture told on her lips

Pages of this book and many others

Turn the car around before the road disappears

Trickle down like honey

                Slower than the grass can grow

People scream,  people talk.

The closet is closed because the night monsters

Are in there. Their thoughts bring the darkness.

ok

The death of us under the sun

Before we run, with dreams in our hands

The love before our time and then some.

Moments before the clouds rain,

Before my brain is flooded with thoughts

The blue like her eyes after a long midnight drive.

point of view.

earth beneath us
the roots they form
rain falls down, 
                         down, 
                                    down.


rivers sip the lies and the sins
the screams of child's needs
     the sun that beams, follow my lead


 beneath me, our mother rises to the yellow moon
     with the sway of the wind, the branches dance,
                                                                              dance,
                                                                                        dance.

goodbye.

Before the night sky says goodbye

                Kiss me in the stars

If love ever meets us again we shall dance

As big as the earth, as wide as the sky

The dawn of the sound, the way the trees sway

I will just go back to the sea

I’ve had a taste of the moon and I must say

                Night tastes like angels dancing in the dark

   Like a hurricane in October and a gentle spring

here.

Here is where LOVE sits where LOVE meets where LOVE dances

Where LOVE loves/ Here is where LOVE lives where LOVE shines

Where LOVE grows where LOVE sings.

whole wide world.

If you can hear me through all the noise

The horns, the people, the thoughts, the music

If you can hear me through all the noise

Flowers blooming, spiders dancing, birds chirping

If you can hear me through all the noise

Babies crying, freedom screaming, kids dying

If you can hear me through all the noise                       

Just set fire to this whole life and bring back the old

the third pocket poem 

into this forest i will go

to lose my mind and

share a smile with a soul

one whole heart

I am not someone you can love with only half a heart,

With half a soul. Dress me up in gold and let me wear

Roses. I need a whole heart to heal my soul. I am not

Someone you can love with half a heart. You must be

Here when I need you, when I don’t. You can’t love a

Girl with half a heart.

three before two

The toes that touch the surface of the earth that spins around and around

The breath she takes with her broken lungs which fill her body full

The eyes she uses to see the people that sing the melodies of the spring

a poem

Someone here told me that life is about rain

And dancing in the mud. That life is about

Smiling at the moon and whispering to the sun.

Someone told me this life is for the gold beetles.

smaller than nothing

If you can hear me through all the noise

The horns, the people, the thoughts, the music

If you can hear me through all the noise

Flowers blooming, spiders dancing, birds chirping

If you can hear me through all the noise

Babies crying, freedom screaming, kids dying

If you can hear me through all the noise

Just set fire to this whole life and bring back the old

back of a sunflower is the back.

Sunset lips and a crescent moon mind

Tonight the world will sing you to sleep

My child, my child, hold tight to the petals

Of this sunflower and just breathe

The cracks that are seen, are the cracks that are seen

Age is a number that represents your journey

Around the EARTH. Shifting and forming, evolving

And loving, the world is a better place with bees

Full of nothing but love the rabbits follow suit

The shoes that my mother gave me are the shoes

That I shall be buried in. Thoughts are storms in

The brain that form and eat and sing. Cracked teeth,

Fire that simmers the heart where memories are

Stored. Ocean’s breeze to clear the mind. A body,

A man’s body found on Main Street. With the wandering

Possums, the beer cans and the moonlight. Nothing

Could be better than black on white.

Light

Sun sneaks in through the cream blinds

Spiders spin their webs, the shadows dance on my desk

The smell of fresh grass leaks into my second floor window

Clouds smile as they twist and turn by, with the birds that soar high

Higher than a ladder, higher than heaven. When it rains, it rains and the

Birds will announce it to the yard before they take shelter

Feeling creepy

Slicker than a black widow spider

Webs to connect ideas, to think

Of the dead and cry of the past

Quarters to buy men’s hearts,

Time drips slower than honey

On a cold day.

really don't know anymore

I’m sorry for crying to the stars last night

I can’t find the middle of this thought

Space filled with strawberries and kisses

Oceans that own the purple sunrises

And the shells that make nice rings

clear like water. 

Eat the darkness from my heart

Find the doors to enter my thoughts

Above the water before the sunset

Where love finds evil sinners and

They drink red wine all night

Strange things happen to all of us

Just remember his front tooth