final poem hovering over beers with broken pencils and broken hearts shallow days pass like a puddle of something spilled last night the dripping sun pouring over the horizon and we squint to see the light that isn't there. for us, time is everything we drink to the past, and the now we don't have pain, we don't have sorrw jaded by too many years of this and that not even heartbreak can find it's way in a place that words forgot when will we figure out the rest? that life has more to it that dark corners for scratching out meaningles rhetoric? when will we content with Home? ah, but content doesn't mean anything if restless doesn't either when anger and love mean the same thing a soft touch on a fevered head will there be time to question anything tomorrow? for us, it's now or not for us, it's the moment The Season Clouds roll by like summer love There’s no time to think about it All there is to do now is get high Roll in the field And remember the man who never laughed Fall is here and winter is on it’s way Another day And it’ll be raining again Constant talk about heading Out West Tomorrow, tomorrow Not enough clouds to worry about Rain A few drops on the face never killed anybody The medicine men are everywhere All you can do now is look for tall grass Like lightning, Meaning comes in flashes Not waves or dreams But sudden insight that likes To jump up and bite you Maybe it shakes you up a bit Or maybe it vanishes snakelike Leaving you with just a glimpse…an idea of reality You never had before Blades still fresh, green, moist with dusk Feels like being 10 years old A summer without shoes, Just a dog and a bicycle You wish you hadn’t changed, in a way Wish that summer had never ended And you could still hear the woodpecker calling you home Snow blankets earth with a white peace you never see in summer Or Out West We all become children in the cold Forgetting how to tell time The smallest things left unpaid Sun pours over our faces Snow breaks into puddles Gutters trickle to remind us Winter has yet to comehomeDays Like This There are days when you don’t know what cold means Days when you come home to the red blinking light on the answering machine And know there’s someone out there That’s wondering what you’re doing tonight There are days when the clock doesn’t bother you Except to tell you that you’re late There are days when the ticking is there Reminding and Not letting it go Watching television and eating too much ice cream Wishing it would all just go away Hammering out the wrinkles of the day There are days when nothing happens And you drift through a sea creature Blind and unfeeling Except for the cold scent and Dark expanse around you Those days you can’t tell from nights
Slide Sunlight slips Cracked and cold Like blood on the tongue, dissolving Chasing away the velvet months Of nighttime strolls and Tug-o-war Frozen fingers fumble For the key, any key To unlock this door This heavy iron of uncertainty To exhale becomes a broken dance A reflection in the cracked mirrored glass Spending each other like love is something to sell A chair or a loaf of bread Sick of the game, we decide on Clarity A flailing exchange, not easy to hide But down below where everything is rusty, dusty, broken Down below something glows red And the gears begin to grind
Poem for 24-hour Junkies And that's why I can't leave this place The juicy little secrets That eat it all Spiral wants In disarray And there's a private song Just around every corner This is half And this is the finish And this is about to begin Real conversations with no want And no reason Something to do On whatever night I forget some things Like who killed the innocents I changed some things. Maybe. But does any of it matter, anyway? Who’s going to be the one to change? Who will make the call. Holding it up a moonlit platter High on white Hills of reaching arms. Stretching And all the diamonds filling that empty Black void Will wink and twinkle The clef Of time and whatever left over It makes me shake, and sigh, and Cry inside "I'm glad I haven't met That kind yet" I don't know How to get straight The smoke's not thick enough To try and find my way So I said "Keep it here Keep it real It’s not a charm or a trinket But holy and everywhere and one It will let me breathe Or drown me in my own tears" And no-one knew what to do So we exchanged the knowing glance And shuffled around some But time didn't stop In fact, nothing did Motions went on moving And snatch me back to that uncomfortable place There’s nothing to do there Except shuffle and wait "AND NO WOMEN WANT TO BE TAKEN I guess you can't understand it" But the orders keep coming in And that's what we all wait for In the end