Wednesday, June 17, 2009

On The Curb...03

An apeture of light slips
turns me to porcelin
stony blue heart frozen
a stalagmite
an accumilation of tears

She sits on the curb
In the nights pale cloak,
Counting deaths
She waits for dawn.

Notes to self

Patience and Timing...

Doxy's Knight Tale '03'

In the Midnight Madness
Zephyr challenged the lunar
And with a whisper
Dismantled the moon

Ramblings from 2003

Human Divinity
The blossom
Pure Beauty

I saw the cool moon rise
and like the archer
He freed you from his bow.

Madness! Madess!
Dionysiac laughter
I watched her gazed eyes ignite
Thru the silver haze
Within an urban
Midnight hour.

All demented joys echo
Lift the sky

Welcome. Swollen sun
And her eternal golden rays

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

A desire to look up your skirt
And chase your rainbow,
The lucid copulation:

Aqua sky blur rushhhhhhh acrossssss the Night

from the rooftop - twinkle behind closed doors…
And all the planets orbit you
Love in circles and squares
fit the pieces into question

burn all your cash
throw away all possessions

and walk into the terrain
on a rugged heart desire line...

Monday, June 8, 2009

Moon Walk Her

She floats over crystals with a light and elegant air
She was walking on a moonbeam with rubies in her hair
And all the things she talks about, all keep coming true
And all the things she reaches for, all keep pulling through.

She was walking on a moonbeam feeling strangely more aware
She was reaching the dizzy heights beyond the rainbows of despair

So she hitched a ride
And got the fuck out of there

i used to pride myself on spontaneity. Walking the unknown return.

open the fire gates and watch me walk. edge the cliff, flirt with the abyss.

twinkle under the skirt of the precipice.

let Dionysus dance in the corona of moons stuck in our eyes, hungry

without dogma, on a scent with blind faith

chase the glint of brilliance on the horizon.

feverish, hunting out in the frosty night,

chasing smoke into neon liquid nights with cider and pills

innocence/experience scale the hour glass,

flux thru the streets without face or watch

feeling like Ginsburg or Burroughs with my boy at my side

a slap of wind takes your breath away…

i knew i was blind – i could see it coming…

talk of body – star fish breasts

i have 10 fingers and 10 toes and 2 eyes and 1 cunt.

talk of mind – cocaine mornings black and broken and star shattered

stoner dog, where are my Kings men?

my trouble is not words but with the conjunctive – let logic out of air vents and put

all hope in words

china blue dawn breaks, charged with light unfolding…

left side of brain speaks – the days structure has been ruptured. fix up. turn off. pull it together

right side of brain speaks – the birth of the day is violet grey and i bask in her shredded amniotic rays all distant and yonder. stay safe and hidden behind

doors and windows and sheets. take a break thru high noon and slip between the sun and moon.

dwell a thought before it flies

play string orchestras

body and mind lovers.

love making in all the homes along

all the streets in all the minds and all the bodies -

isn’t that what we are supposed to be doing?

people locked in their tower


with vision screens and busy finger


Sunday, June 7, 2009

broken webs as i walk thru the wilderness
a fire in the sky and an the ocean in my heart
always remember our web
so tender, it tore apart

we shared hands and heart and all between
we flickered under toe
magnetic stars
time void

we walked thru shadows with smokes
and smile in mind of hazy pictures perfect
soft and defined
broken together in a mosaic of nights

now alone in mornings china blue
light is shed when i think of you

you were the sun warming my back
before i saw you clear
a tideland when faith was out of sight

you were hope spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church
in the soundless hours of night
you saved me

shook me from my slumber and i happily
for you

now you gone
but there was no death
the fragrance of love
with no regret

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Mind Bubbles and Explosions

We live by the label
The forgotten fable
Got lost circling
The round table

Lets get into the groves
Not to predict the moods
of after hours
follow it thru road blocks

in a roaring mustang and
ignoring the smoking ban

lets draw naked words from tongues
cast ego aside to flotsam with pride

Lets do the Can-Can up &
down vacant doorways
celebrating unemployment and
personal enjoyment of

waking at noon and writing lunacy smoke and neons
singing to the neighbors thru the bedroom walls
act on the whim when he calls
enjoy the short falls

tell your boss to shove it up his ass
victory is sweet but quick to pass

(a secret destiny is born from taking charge, have faith and save yourself, take you off the shelf, become the whirling dervish into the lust and life. flower the secret child, let her mingle with hallow butterflies far from senor sighs. bust out hot itchy bubbles of thought lebricons making mind explosions again...)

Love Free At All Cost

How can you expect a body to be healthy with its brains washed out? I blew them
out my nose and sent them up in smoke and then washed them away… candle wax
nights following music down windy streets
do now think later
5am philosophies in toilet cubicles feeling like a Pharaoh from London boroughs
to Miami royal palm with a broken compass without sense or syntax expectations
threaded together and lost beads and rain bouncing from the floor speckling a
thousand mind and feet routes with no clear trail ways.

keep the sun light under the door crack to illuminate the room –
I looked up and realized my soul mate aborted running running and running
and knowing, running and still in the eye of madness,
bewildered beasts, a wild woman
and she has headphones in her ears, drum and base and soul and strings
with no name to anything, no name, no labels, all out of boxes bare under
moon ripe as a grapefruit.
kaleidoscope focus on all a bunch of matter of no thing
wild; when all is as simple as an egg,
catch another plane – egg and crystal heart in pocket and hand
and head of memories of
you and me of you and me of you and me of you falling in and out of arms –
where the fuck did my feet go?
They run all over the place
Cunty bastards.
Lasso the wind incarnadine. Bring back my feet
and thread me from the floor.

At least you always know where you are with the floor, it
will never let you down but sometimes it does trick you into believing you are a part
of the sky, weightless and competing with the clouds, but then you realize you are
on the floor and you need to pick yourself back up –
if only I had my feet,
and my broken compass tells me of the desert in his eyes and I want to jump back to
then so bad but something else calls to me and tells me maybe it’s not such a good idea.

He has the desert in his eyes

and he is too precious for you, wild woman with broken flowers and mirrors and
the stench of lipstick,
my teeth are too much,
he can no longer catch me, my soul mate went flying turned all violet gray, crumble
time and
dim all colour,
I watched him sail away into violet gray
And I dispelled into night.
That’s when my feet fleeted. No time for old times, new times and
blank paper walls are the future.
No wild horses running away with the days,
the mad dogs of love from hell are here
again and I want to run with them into the desert
only a little voice tries to tell me something…I cannot hear it,
a vague reflection of faces animated.
My phones have betrayed me again with their silence. I
tell it to Fuck Off Then,
just like I did my feet
and so they did, and I sat wondering

Where did i go? Or did they all leave?

Traffic lights, swinging disco balls, dogs, books,
all the things that make up the minds of the world…

Calling Free Thought...thoughts on you 1

I still wake up every morning
I get out of bed
And check your Facebook
Investigating and reminiscing
With a coffee and a cigarette.